poets!... t. kilgore splake, George Held, r soos, S. Liaqath Peeran, Cathy Porter, John McDonald, Judith Partin-Nielsen, and Mary Jo Balistreri!...

Assistant Editor Kitty Kali,

mewing insistently, "Poetry, Mister Editor!   We all need        

       our poems and poetry       

    on this cold winter day!"

Yes, noble assistant! And, we'll begin with this poetic blessing... a

      Cherokee blessing... 

              Cherokee Prayer Blessing

                    May the Warm Winds of Heaven

                    Blow softly upon your house.

                    May the Great Spirit

                    Bless all who enter there.

                    May your Mocassins

                    Make happy tracks

                    in many snows,

                    and may the Rainbow

                    Always touch your shoulder.

Yes, happy tracks in our falling snow! Snow that assists in subduing our wild and disheartening Colorado wildfires- yes, and, more poetry!...

poet t. kilgore splake's latest published poetry collection,  CEMETARY DREAMS, from Transcendent Zero Press...

           trees                                 november

       roots in heaven                         late night shadows

     branches rising to sky                black rorschach silhouettes

     seeking to touch god                  breeze whispering not yet

                          dear mom

                      sorry not obeying

                      your do's and don'ts

                      son family black sheep

                      forever a rolling stone

                      lost in muddy waters

                      rambling guitar blues

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

       Solitary

       Whoever truly creates is alone.

                     --Czeslaw Milosz

       Solitary refinement-

       province of poets and wiccans,

       for whom retreat

       into nature enables

       devine enchantment

                       A sioux child swaddled

                       on her mother's back

                       the snow falling

     poet r soos, Joshua Tree, California...

       poetry     

       if you listen close

       you will hear everybody

       talking in poetry                                         

                                                friend

                                 I picture your walk

                        in the silent desert dressed

                                  in burlap and stars

    poet S. liaqath Peeran, Bengaluru,      India...

      LONGINGS

      Whenever your thoughts possess me,

      I turn to your book of poems.

      Your love songs trouble my heart.

      An ache, a sigh, tears of blood.

      O! my beloved! Let my grief wash my sins. 

      Turn my black soul to lightning white.

      Can I be that wind to give you solace? 

      That light to illumine your path ways?

      Can I be that fragrance of a rose?

      Can I be that perfume of Arabia?

      O! beloved! Turn me into a nightingale. 

      Let me sing songs to delight you forever.

      This absence creates mirages and deliriums.

      Drives me to longings and desolate thoughts.

              poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

     At night

     When stars go blue

     We skip rocks across the lake               At dawn

     Tell jokes to the fish                         Deer on the lookout

     Wait for a splash                              For treats

     Of laughter

poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland...     (http://zenspeug.blogspot.com)

oot frae the haar         lignin cantie-       sundoon    

...an into the haar         her braith            aye wairmth

hern snuves                on ma rig           in her rosary beads

out from the mist        lying contented     sundown    

...and into the mist       her breath            still warmth          

heron glides              on my back          in her rosary beads

one of t. kilgore splake's 'poet trees', Calumet, Michigan 

    (bear creek haiku's, poems, and photos of Judith and I!)

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

                       M edicine Buddhas

                       A rise in endless space as

                       N uminous

                       T ibet

                       R eturns

                       A lawys to the heart

                          home of her people

poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...

In the Labyrinth of Old Love

  with respect to Jim Zimmerman, The last Word 

 

You can be the sun's fierce fire

if I can be the rainbow that links both land and sea.

You can be the obsidian flit and frit of volcanoes

if I can be the sea glass held within a child's hand.

You can be the fall's harvest of leaves

if I can be the ashes piled against our roses.

You can be the river's constellation of stars

while I can be the swirling nebula.

You can be flame that tears its way through fields     if I can be the charred ghosts of old melodies.

The burning bush of Moses, you can be that too,

and I'll be embers that sustain our hearth.

    

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)

                          

poets!... Matthew Banash, Ed Markowski, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Kiersta Recktenwald, Dennis Rhodes, Patricia Carragon, Alan Catlin, Carl Mayfield, r soos, Mary Jo Balistreri, and Carrie Magness Radna...!

"Poetry, Mister Editor!  Kitties, peoples, and even puppies need their poetry, and! their treats, Mister Editor!!"

Yes, noble assistants!  And let's begin with two poems by Matthew Banash, Charlotte,     North Carolina...

     Blue heron mid-stream                       

     His reflection shimmering

     Another poem

                    Autumn winds swirl

                    Leaves scattering, falling

                    Not one returns home.

              poet Ed Markowski, Auburn Hills, Michigan...

           deserted beach I am the driftwood I walk past

      painting the fence white the painter paints a purple peony

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

           M edicine Buddhas

           A rise in endless space as

            N uminous 

             T ibet

            R eturns

             A lways  to the heart   

                        home of her people

         

    poet Kiersta Recktenwald, Vienna, Maine...

                     HOME

         Home remains beyond California,

         Beyond the rockies,

         Beyond Appomattox,

         Even past the deep and energetic blue;

         Home is at a vibrant rainbow

         Without assumptions,

         Inside ourselves,

         Beyond eternity.

    poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...

         Dr. listened to my heart

         heard a strong poetic impulse

         beating merrily away.

   poet Patricia Carragon, 'that Brooklyn girl'...

      like cat's eyes

      doors to inner space

      open and shut

                 if kittens could vote

                 Donald Trump's wig would be sold

                 as kitty litter

           poet Alan Catlin, Schenectady, New York...

   Still Life With Lighthouse      Peace

    Storm clouds beyond                   Horse tail clouds in pale

    island point.                             blue sky over North Point.

    The whit caps of                        Seagulls roosting on sandbar

    the riptide.                              where the Sound meets sea.

    Even the seagulls                       low tide receding:

    silent now.

                                               even the waves are resting.

                                         (thank you, Angelee... we miss you)

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

               cold morning                   unchurched, still I turn

                  cold feet ---                    when the meadowlark

               no detachment here                   begins to sing

                     poet r soos, Cholla Needles, California...

          welcome                                    poet

         when you know my heart                 I do not grow old

         there will still be deeper paths           I simply feel more wild

         to travel along                              with the need to dance

                                           

           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 Carrie Magness Radna,

             Manhattan, New York...

             kitty spagetti, he's

             dreaming of meatballs plenty

             when he see my shoes

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)