"Mister Editor!", mew Frosty and Tama, "There's so much going on
in the world, we all need more poetry! And more treats!"
Yes, noble assistant editors! We'll do a post of our own beloved poets...
poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...
11th Commandment:
Guard with your life "and of kitties!" yowls Tama...
the innocence of children.
poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
blank page waiting
after morning espresso
poet's brain dancing
wilderness haiku
berry stained words
on dry autumn leaves
light wilderness breeze
poet moving in music
only he can hear
poet's sudden inspiration
after keying new poems
revise revise revise
poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...
Roses in the snow
Defy the calendar
Rebels with a cause
My cat watches the squirrel
Climb the tree
He turns a shade
"I'm jealous, too!"
The paw on my shoulder
Free therapy Behind the dryer
The other sock
Peeking
"Mister Editor, you snuck one of yours in! Let's have poems from our 'that Brooklyn girl!', Patricia Carragon!"...
in a warm bed
the tuxedo cat curls up
into a ball
spring knows green
the buds on trees
the blades of grass
poet James Peters, poet toma rosen,
Cottontown, Tennessee... "...long strange trip..." Hwy 70
TONIGHT seventy-three miles to go
Salina Kansas crossroads--
Outside land of sunflowers and
In a sky so clear open fields
The moon just near for as far
as the eye can see--
Inside
On the computer screen odd noise begins rattling
New poetry is seen under the pickup hood
with some clanking and
Street-side definite clunkin'
Daffodils are yellow for good measure.
In spring air mellow old-dog Rufferto
looking concerned...
Dock-side
The sails are down guess we just
The captains gone to town turn up the radio'n
go for it...
poet Ed Markowski,
Auburn Hills, Michigan...
hunting stories
the old tom yawns
and walks away
spring fever
a new notch
on the tomcat's ear
poet John Grey,
Johnstown, Rhode Island...
eyes like broken glass
tear shards
sharp to the touch
deflated balloon
high in a tree
all that puffing lost in the breeze
poet Teresinka Pereira,
Ottawa Hills, Ohio...
POETRY
Very little is poetry.
To some people
is nothing.
But if it is the only thing
in which we can believe,
we can share,
we can live,
we can ask,
please, caress me
with its sound
of passion
because intelligence
will never
amount to so much!
poet Judith Partin-Nielsen,
Longmont, Colorado...
The Hope Of It
Where is the beauty, the Hope
in the horror of it, you ask.
Underneath a hard, bitter
casement of seed is there
an invisible bloom, a bud
not yet conceived —
a fragrance only in
the mind’s eye.
Are we the Hope of it?
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)
