bear creek haiku: poets! Teresinka Pereira, John Parsons, Dennis Rhodes, Candi Cooper-Towler, Stephanie Hiteshew, S.L. Peeran, toma rosen, Pablo Neruda, Ondaatje, and Galway Kinnell...

                 

 Noble Assistant Editors Frosty and Tama, mewing, "Sunrise, Mister Editor! A perfect time for treats, and! POETRY!"

 poet Teresinka Pereira, 

                  Ottawa Hills, Ohio...

      Rainbows of poetry bring

      the world life, dew drops,

      and the smile of morning.

      poet John Parsons,                          
      East Sussex, United Kingdom...         poet Dennis Rhodes,
                                                  Naples, Florida...
         deep mud                                   
         I leave the track                     All of my life
         to pick my way                       the night has spoken to me
         through thickets                      in poetic whispers      
         of thought

    poet Candi Cooper-Towler, 
                     Longmont, Colorado...

        Haiku Series: Without Luna

         the house seems so quiet
          lonesome
          without a dog

                vet receipts
                and locks of hair
                still in my purse untouched

          we duck our heads
          so we don't have to see
          people walking with dogs

                from the window
                reflecting rainbows
                fall into the dog's water dish

          eating healthy all week
          but today
          I need cookies

                 giving toys away
                 to friends' dogs
       all except her favorite triceratops

  
  poet Stephanie Hiteshew, 
                     Columbia, Marland...

                                  Canyons

                                      Descending canyons
                                      bedsheets of time
                                      lying within.

poet S. L. Peeran, 
            Bengaluru, India...          
                                                poet toma rosen,
            Social distancing                     Mt. Baldy Zen Center, 
            Love on crutches                                    California...
            No parting kisses
                                                typing my written notes    

The news is Covid-19                        in a different 

Spreads through farting                     sized spiral notebook

Be aware of empty vessels                  pondering--

                                                                                      if HanShan tried

                                                various sized banana leaves

     
    Neruda, Ondaatje, and Galway Kinnell...                                    
     When I am writing
     I am not here
     and when I return
     I am gone.
     
            Pablo Neruda


             and when I write I fall into the page
             as if it were water

                                            Ondaantje


  on the absolute whiteness of pages
  a poem writes itself out:  It's title - the dream
  of all poems and the text
  of all loves - "Tenderness toward Existence"

                                                                Galway Kinnell

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)

bear creek haiku poets: James B. Peters, Steve Ausherman, Nancy L. Dahl, Rex Sexton, Rochelle S. Cohen, Mary Jo Balistreri, Judith Partin-Nielsen, t. kilgore splake and Kelley Jean White!

 

Noble assistant editor Kitty Kali! Honoring, presenting poets and their poetry- it's up to all of us Bear Creek Haikuer's! So! Here we go...!

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

   the winds of the storm             On the park bench,
   blow the last oak leaves            Newly cut initials,
   across the pasture fence            April love.

     Wind in the willows
     A light song is voiced                in the grove
     Along the river,                        new maple leaves
     Heard above the sound of water     blossoms on the redbud trees
     Cascading over worn stones.

< A surprise visit from bear,
whom our creek is named for!


        poet Steve Ausherman, Rio Rancho, New Mexico...

          Angled light.                    
             A frosted window
          The chill of last night's dream.

                               Bobcat prints
                                  Stenciled upon a sandy draw.
                               I walk.  Mystery surrounds.

          shoes full                      waking up slowly
                of clay                                two people
            at home wherever I go              one world

          I Would Also Like To Mention Biscuits & Gravy


             poet Nancy L Dahl, Ypsilanti, Michigan...

       writing to the world               Finally home alone
       in the middle of the night        No one talking
                        to the reader's in the day         Hi God, I'm here

                     
        poet Rex Sexton  assistant editor Frosty,

                              'We miss you, Sir Rex...'

        A skeleton key
       A beggar's bones                 Hello.
    Make up a poet's soul           In a word
                                        Friendship.

                   The soul is a prism
                   That casts rainbows
                      From heaven.

      poet Rochelle S. Cohen, Marlton, New Jersey...

                    Temptacles

                    A Swedish jellyfish named Inga
                    Was known in the depths as a swinga
                    The stunning Medusa
                    She couldn't be loosa
                    Would love ya' and leave ya' and sting ya'

   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


  poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...

        The Earth Keeps Sabbath

         The earth keeps Sabbath

         with its endings and coming of light

         those slips and plumes of cloud, rain-

         moons and sun

         the coming and falling away of breath

         frozen ground crocuses awaiting bloom

         the rattling of winds, bone,

         dried grasses and reeds

         the murmur of prayers melding

         into rock

         ashes of our ancestors making holy

         the very air we breathe

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

                early morning riser            wilderness education             

                quiet fresh beginning          learning language of

                 day still untouched         animals  birds  butterflies

   
                 poet Kelley Jean White, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...
                                           

                  Blackbird                        cherry blossom
                  why do you sing in             mixed with snow--
                  the withered weeds?            blossom cool

I was the tree.                       I imagined a
I sang windfall and night,         small black cat.  She was there when
swallowed moonlight, and grew.   I opened the door.

                             

noble assistant editor Tama:  "Lucky kitty!"

    
      

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)

bear creek haiku poets... Bob Petras, Dennis Rhodes, Pogo, toma rosen, Rebecca Lilly, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Patricia Carragon, artist Paula Yup, t. kilgore splake, Patricia Olson, Ajša Džemila Zahirović, Carl Mayfield, artist Ed Markowski, and Don Wentworth...

     Noble Assistant Editor The Froster, mewing,

     "Poetry, Mister Editor! We need to share 

     the special treats of poets and their poems!"

Sir Froster! We'll begin with Bob Petras, Toledo, Ohio...

                 pandemic spring

                 can't tell the blossoms 

                 from the snow

        And!  poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...                   

                         All of my life

                         the night has spoken to me
                         in poetic whispers.                  

             My heart becomes                      

             a radio telescope

             searching the heavens.

                          I listen keenly

                          for life on other planets,

                          beneath the noise.

             As for earth itself

             I ask the aching question:

             can life be sustained?

poet ayaz daryl nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...

         Harbingers

             There are lakes of emerald waters

             where harbingers soak their weary feet

             I can hear their long sad sighs.

          poet Pogo, 8th St. Interchange, Denver, Colorado...

                        more and more now

                        taking the stairs

                        one at a time...

    poet toma rosen, Mt Baldy Zen Center, California...

                       gentle rain

                       through the night--

                       morning's warming smile

                       reveals a lone snail

                       making 

                       his thoughtful journey

                       along the window sill and

                       on into

                       his unassuming day...

               poet Rebecca Lilly, of Pine, Rock, and Fog...

    That moment, the owl                  A glimpse of well-being

    left us behind.  Woods settle;         through the flux of inner and 

    the downstream silence.               outer, through seemings.

           poet Judith Partin-Nielsen,        poet Patricia Carragon, 

           Longmont, Colorado...                 Brooklyn, New York...

           wanting to go home                   like cat's eyes                  

           longing toward that place            doors to inner space

           now only remembered                 open and shut

           still, I see the horizon

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

              paris dream

            open air markets

           vendors with stalls

           street corner kiosks

      books  newspapers  magazines

               outdoor tables

                brasserie lipp

         saint germain boulevard

            poet sipping cognac

           with papa hem's ghost

   poet Patricia Olson, Ward, Colorado...

          I want to walk with you

          On the new moon and in the full

          To count stars

          Or let moonbeams lead the way

    poet Ajša Džemila Zahirović, 

              Bosnia and Herzegovina...

              You, in a far away country!

              Stop by.

                                                     The sky has many hues.

      artist Paula Yup,

      Spokane, Washington

     poet Carl Mayfield, Rio Rancho, New Mexico...

                 Madelyn

                 In her presence my speech

                 sounded like warm oatmeal

                 poured over a warm coyote.

                 The way she turned her head

                 made the world wobble, dissolve.

                 I had been recused from myself,

                 helpless to get out of the way.

     poet Don Wentworth, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...

     morning glory

     threading barbed wire --

     blossom, you fool!

                              no time like the present no time

     one noble truth leaf after leaf after leaf

                                                          

                                                                     artist Ed Markowski,                                                               Auburn Hills, Michigan

              

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)

bear creek haiku: Stephanie Hiteshew, Steve Ausherman, Faerie Magazine, George Held, S. L. Peeran, Teresinka Pereira, r soos, t. kilgore splake, Patricia Carragon, and Peggy Dugan French!

  "Poetry! Mister Editor!",

roars noble assistant editor  Kitty Kali, "We're going to     create a post for us and              all right now!"

Yes, Kitty! And here is our poet, Stephanie Hiteshew,
from Columbia, Maryland...

    Off the Roof               
    Water streams slickly
    off the roof:
    we dance.

                          poet Steve Ausherman
                          Albuquerque, New Mexico...

Crystal morning sun.                           Angled light.
   Streaking cross the open road.                A frosted window.
Willee Nelson singing on the radio.     The chill of last night's dreams.
   Gas tank heading towards empty.

       !!Two kitty visitors from next-door neighbor Faerie Magazine!!
               Noble assistant editor Frosty: "you gotta love 'em"

        poet George Held, New York, New York...

                    Dreary winter days

                    without birdsong—

                   “Listen,” caws the crow

               poet S. L. Peeran, Bengaluru, India...

       Social distancing               Eerie silence 

       Love on crutches               Chirping of birds 

       No parting kisses               Call from unknown

   poet Teresinka Pereira,

   Ottawa Hills, Ohio...                                                     

  POETRY IS A RAINBOW OF FEELINGS                              

        Poetry moistens our

        throat and renews the promise

        within the first kiss.

        A beautiful aquarelle

        rainbow on the horizon

        without poetry

        the lover's eyes see

        neither the color of dawn

        nor trees sway in a breeze.

        Rainbows of poetry bring

        the world life, dew drops, 

        and the smile of morning.

Our echoes will roll from soul to soul and grow forever and forever.
                                                                Francois Sagan

poet r soos, Joshua Tree, California...

   welcome

   when you know my heart
   there will still be deeper paths
   to travel along

                                             journey

                            make yourself at home
                     you will ride along with you
                              for many more years


Kitty Kali:  the poetry of t. kilgore spunk...
               umm, Kitty, that's t. kilgore splake...

   bar room surprise            
 glass suddenly empty             solitary poet
 poet breathing his beer             never alone
                                      having his poems

                soft wilderness music
              floating on light breeze
                 calm peaceful joy


 poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

  like cat's eyes
  doors to inner space     Brooklyn felines
  open and shut             cattitude
                                comes with the territory


poet/editor Peggy Dugan French: Friday Quote!...

               

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)