t. kilgore splake, Nancy L. Dahl, Mary Jo Balistreri, Denver Stull, Cathy Porter, Shinsho, Pogo, Kitsune, Steve Ausherman, and, Jane Stuart!

                      poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...

           wilderness haiku                    light wilderness breeze

          berry stained words                  poet moving in music

         on dry autumn leaves                   only he can hear


      poet's reflection                                blank page waiting

reality in flowing currents                        after morning expresso

    dark moonless night                             poet's brain dancing

                       poet Nancy l. Dahl, Ypsilanti, Michigan...

              have an open mind                 love that was given
              regardless of what happens        memories are never lost
              have an open heart                 internal light shines



                   poet Mary Jo Balistreri,            

                                    Waukesha, Wisconsin...

                        Maybe

                          the fabric of life
                          unravels
                          because the weave
                          seeks a new design

         Maybe

         wordless is the red light
         of tangled thoughts
         tiny knots
         in the knit and purl of life

                              Maybe

                              a blank page
                              the white solitude needed
                              to clear one's mind
                              and imagine a new stitch



Denver Stull... poet, editor, dear friend,
       from print bear creek haiku #1 (33 years ago)...

          cry of the hawk....      planting spring bulbs...
          chicken feathers        the old dog              
          in the meadow          finds his lost bone


            poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

The heart
Traced in dust on the dash           Roses in the snow
Barely visible                           Defy the calendar
In the moonlight                       Rebels with a cause

           "Does one really have to fret about enlightenment?
                           No matter what road I travel, I'm going home."
                                                                         Shinsho


                   poet Pogo                           poet Kitsune
          Hwy 16, outside of Lawson...            Hwy 1 road trip, CA...

          coated with dust and rain-silt         power -- best kept
          a faded red lawnmower                 in the hands of
          lies forgotten                             mindless brutes
          mid-course through the                  who are the
          small summer-patch of                  most easily controlled
             dry   weed choked grass...               after  Ché Guevara...?

       poet Steve Ausherman,                     poet Jane Stuart,
        Albuquerque, Hew Mexico...                     Greenup, Kentucky...            

        Reports                                        We're getting old-
           of UFO's over the city.                    the moon trembles
        My inner child rejoices.                     my heart quivers
                                                        your love stays
                                                        by my side

see you in a moment...

               and, you can mail your poetry to:

                bear creek haiku

                PO Box 596

                Longmont, CO

                80502   

                USA   

                (SASE's are appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com and/or 

                  darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,

                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)

         

Peggy Dugan French and St. Teresa, Rebecca Lilly and Pine, Rock and Fog (from Lalitamba), Steve Ausherman, James B. Peters, Patricia Carragon, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Peggy and Pablo Neruda, Nancy L Dahl, Carl Mayfield's 'Biscuits and Gravy'!

 
 Noble assistant editors Frosty and Tama, mewing:

   "Poetry and poets (and kitties), Mister Editor!

   A new post of favorite poets and their poems!"

Yes, poetry!  As presented in our last post,  There is no escape from poetry... every moment shall be made into poetry... every moment is eternity.

                                                   -R. H. Blyth

from Peggy Dugan French (of print pub. SHEMOM fame), her latest blog post       (at Happy Friday poems)...

  

And! A most favorite/best of print publication, Lalitamba, from Chintamani books, New York, recently published a 96-page selection of Rebecca Lilly's poems titled Pine, Rock, and Fog...

                                            

    poet Rebecca Lilly...
                                    
    As if wind questioned
    it, one crow lifts at sundown,
    a blindman's eyebrow.

    Silence.  Then a train's 
    horn echoes through the distance
    dim with rising mist.

    Each question, a bird,
    the seer said.  To know the truth,
    follow the flight's curve.


assistant editor Kitty Kali:  "And! Our bear creek haiku #161 will feature these most mewtiful poets and their poems!"...


poet Steve Ausherman, Albuquerque, New Mexico...

      Reports
         of UFOs over the city.
      My inner child rejoices.

                                    Fireplace ash.
                                       Last night's dreams
                                    Carried away
                                      By falling snow.


    poet James B. Peters, Cottontown, Tennessee...

                 Here are a few thoughts.

The sky's aglow                     After the rain
The harvest moon rising           The silence 
Deer on the lawn                   In morning fog.


     In the shade                                   Hot and dry
     Of the old barn                               The neighbor's mower
     Three summer born calves                   Raises a dust cloud

poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...
                                                         

              

      Valentine's Day     
      I'd rather kiss your cat    
      than you

      assistant editor Frosty: 'Lucky Kitty!"

Valentine's Day
cat leaves heart-shaped poop
inside your slippers

                          Valentine's Day
                          kitty kisses
                          smell like tuna

noble assistant editor Frosty:  "Our beloved Judith Partin-Nielsen!"...

     Longing 
     to enter
     that fortress of stone
     to be seen                                          what is the cost
     and known and needed                          of this lost land?
     for those things                                    more than blood,
     that are lacking.  To                               history or beauty
     climb its towers of beauty                         or anyone's broken
     and open its ornate doors                               heart
     that lead deeper and deeper
     into the paths of belonging.


      another haiga from our Peggy Dugan French's "Friday Poems!"

poet Nancy L. Dahl, Ypsilanti, Michigan...

              have an open mind                 love that was given
              regardless of what happens        memories are never lost
              have an open heart                 internal light shines


poet Carl Mayfield, Albuquerque, New Mexico, from little books press
artist, Wayne Hogan...

               'I Would Also Like to Mention Biscuits and Gravy'

see you in a moment...

               and, you can mail your poetry to:

                bear creek haiku

                PO Box 596

                Longmont, CO

                80502   

                USA   

                (SASE's are appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com and/or 

                  darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,

                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)

Patricia Carragon's 'MEOWKU'! Don Wentworth's 'With a Deepening Presence'!

noble assistant editor Frosty, mewing, "Mister Editor,

your assistants- Tama, Kitty Kali, and I- feel especially cozy

with two of the new poetry collections we've received,

          and, let's mew a blog post about 'em!"

  Yes, Frosty, and I feel the same way, so! You go, kitties!

from 'that Brooklyn Girl', poet and our dear friend Patricia Carragon, her poems and photographs:

      

             MEOWKU     (POETS WEAR PRADA)

from long time friend, someone we've long admired (Lilliput Review, and, Issa's Untidy Hut, and, his former poetry collections) Don Wentworth: 

      With a Deepening Presence   (SIX GALLERY PRESS)

noble assistant editor Kitty Kali, mewing, "On Don's cover! My namesake, Kali, Goddess of Creation & Destruction!"

Kitty Kali... you've been appropriately named... 

Kitty Kali: "per Charles Bukowski, 'Cats tell you without effort all there is to know.'"

  Kitty, he also said, 'Cat is the beautiful devil...' 

And!  

       Noble assistant editor Tama, insisting, 

          "Poetry, mister Editor!  It's time 

       for some of Patricia's and Don's poems!"

Yes!  From 'that (one-and-only) Brooklyn girl', 

                                  Patricia Carragon...

topaz sunlight                                        sleeping kittens

the storefront cat          kitty rubs               on the bed 

makes eye contact         against your legs      fur ball quilt

                              free massage

noble assistant Tama, mewing "And here's the poem she wrote for me!..."

(for Tama)                                   

the goddess meows                         the maneki-neko

         Kishigawa's good fortune                  waves her calico paw

                 calico's blessing                             "meowzel nov"

our most heartfelt congratulations,

                        kitty Patricia Carragon!

Frosty, firmly mewing:

"Now! Poems from another hero of ours: Don Wentworth! 

                 (for Laurie, {a small sample of} these whorls of dust)

3 am 

first the house settling                           each mistake

then the heart                                    one step closer     

                                                       to the path

                                                             (after Buson)

                          We are the bees of the invisible

                                        -Rainer Maria Rilke  Trans. R F C Hull

       inside extraordinary ordinary
                                                        by the way   the way

     temple 
 without walls                 among the ruins
spring meadow                saplings and grasses
                                 the goddess abides

                                           "and kitties!" mews Kitty Kali...

There is no escape from poetry... every moment shall be made into poetry... every moment is eternity.
                                           -R. H. Blyth

see you in a moment...

               and, you can mail your poetry to:

                bear creek haiku

                PO Box 596

                Longmont, CO

                80502   

                USA   

                (SASE's are appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com and/or 

                  darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,

                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)

Our friends, poets, their poetry!... Rochelle Cohen, Rex Sexton, Chris Faiers, Don Wentworth, r. soos, Carl Mayfield, Teresinka Pereira, Harry Roman, John Parsons, a touch of Heartbreak Hotel...

                                       

noble assistant editor's Frosty, Tama, and Kitty Kali,     

mewing- "Poetry, Mister Editor!  Our dear poet friends, and, their poems!"...

   poet Rochelle Cohen, Marlton, New Jersey,

   from 'Stopover in Stavanger'...

   Now, thirty-eight years later, I stare at your

   final painting, white, faceless figures floating

   in a starlit, black universe.  Is this a message

   for me, a hidden map to know where you are?

   Time is fluid outside the earth reality.  I'll go

   back to that tarmac.  Stargazing in Stavanger,

   I will find you.

               poet/artist Rex Sexton, from "In Dream"...

               Our love will never fade

               So long my lady

               May sweet dreams enfold you

               We'll dance together

               On the stardust again.

  poet Sir Chris Faiers, Marmora, Ontario...  every day, walking beside,      

                                         swimming within the Crowe River...

 swim slide           trumpeters                   loon trill gone

 arching into         long necks stretching       replaced by trumpeter        

 icy river             out river curves             echoing

editor ayaz daryl...  "Noble assistants, Sir Chris Faiers and I are the same age!"

  noble assistant editor Kitty Kali... "Stop it!  You're scaring Sir Chris!"

ass't ed. Frosty, "from favorite friend, poet Don Wentworth, a new 95-page collection of poems!  'With a Deepening Presence', from Six Gallery Press!...

in the end, the beginning -       temple             intervention

    all names etched           without walls         for anger

         in moss                spring meadow

                                                           a falling

                                                           leaf

(for Laurie)

legendary poet/editor/publisher r. soos, Joshua Tree, California, from 

the 145 page poetry collection 'during the music', Cholla Needles Press...

    wait                                       voice     

    you will be found soon                you pick the flowers

    wounded and yet beautiful            from the garden of my heart

    rising like the moon                    proud of your singing

  wife                                                                      art

  my hand cannot write                              the canvas becomes

  when faced with your dark whispers         a life apart from artist

  only touch your skin                                  capable of breath

poet Carl Mayfield, Rancho, New Mexico, from his latest poetry collection, 'I Would Also Like to Mention Biscuits and Gravy', little books press, artist, Wayne Hogan...

Ike and Copper                                Dewey County, Oklahoma

Names meant nothing to the horses.         A south wind blows across
They know how long I would be seated.    the hillside cemetery.
When they looked at me there was          My father and I walk
no distance between us,                       from grave to grave,
no place to be someone else.                 telling stories to let those    
Names meant nothing to the horses.         absent know we haven't
                                                  forgotten them.  What
                                                  we remember is what
                                                  we have to keep the wind
                                                  out of our voices.

                          

                                                                                               

noble assistant editor Tama, mewing, "and, preview a poem from print bear creek haiku #161!"...

poet Teresinka Pereira,            

Ottawa Hills, Ohio...

IT IS TIME                          poet Harry Roman,

                                       East Orange,

The Globe                           New Jersey...

is a head in flames

although people                     yellow and white

still do not believe it.             aromatic delight:

                                       honeysuckle

The density

of the green forests 

and the celestial blue             ramshackle home         

of the sea                           flowering bushes

are all gone                        hoping for renewal

while waiting for people's

consciousness

to help liberate them

from greed,                        faded old flag

abuse, and demand               rusty pole   

for commodities.                  long time celebrant

Now it is time

to recognize air,                 

water and the Earth

are worth much more             

than money. 

            poet John Parsons, E. Sussex, UK...

 drum solo                        harvest feast

    his throbbing                     mouse in mouth

       jugular                            the barn cat trots in

and, a touch of Heartbreak Hotel...

                  

see you in a moment...

               and, you can mail your poetry to:

                bear creek haiku

                PO Box 596

                Longmont, CO

                80502   

                USA   

                (SASE's are appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com and/or 

                  darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,

                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)