poets!... John R Parsons, Jeanne Shannon, Nancy L. Dahl, Judith Partin Nielsen, Julie A. Dickson, Patricia Carragon, James Penha, t. kilgore splake, and Mary Jo Balistreri!...

 poet John Parsons, E. Sussex,               

                               United Kingdom...

in this old leather 

coat a coin now        as the fox arcs

                           over tussocks, its tail     out of date too

                           completes the flow

            standing on hills

            beneath the cold grey skies

            heartened by the rise

            and soar of a buzzard

  poet Jeanne Shannon,               

                         Albuquerque, New Mexcio...

              Bee Songs

              I thought I was alone

              in the shimmering

              sunlight of the orchard

              then I came near

              the flowering peach tree

              and heard

              the hum of multitudes

              among its blossoms

Noble assistant editor Tama, mewing, "More poets, Mister Editor!  Kitties and peoples need much more poetry!  And! Appropriate treats!"

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

 TIMES ARE HARD RIGHT NOW...BUT REMEMBER

 THE WHOLE WORLD

 'IS IN ON IT'

                      WE CAN PUT A SMILE

                      ON SOMEONE'S FACE

                      WITH A WINK OF AN EYE

  poet Judith Partin Nielsen,       

                           Longmont, Colorado...

          Each Day

          each day a poem

          breeze ruffling my hair

          a glimpse of mountains

          behind floating cloud silhouettes

          afternoon sun through the window

          falling cross the empty pages

               waiting on my desk

    poet Julie A. Dickson, Exeter, New Hampshire...

           Even behind closed eyes,

           I can still see the full moon

           etched on my retinas, beneath

           my eyelids like indelible

           marker on a windshield

poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

    on a blanket of leaves

    neighborhood kittens

    play hide-and-seek     Kerouac kitty 

                                poems unravel

                                like toilet paper

         poet James Penha, Bali, Indonesia...

    volume and pages:

    a book is for all seasons

    a measure of mind

     

                      arranging ourselves

                      across music of the spheres

                      the maestro awaits

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

   soft morning light

  fresh violet blossoms

   praying to the sun   

                          early morning mist

                          dew on spider webs

                        hanging in river shadows

 poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...

       Wind soughs through the evergreens.

       A black feather floats down.

                     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!... Angelee Deodhar, Peggy Dugan French, Anna Akhmatova, Rachael Ikins, Lisa Reynolds, Heather Sager, Rochelle Cohen, Judith Partin Nielsen, Dennis Rhodes, and Native American Prayer!...

   Angelee Deodhar and ayaz daryl nielsen...

   poet Peggy Dugan French, Cardiff, California...

    palms at dusk

    a slow tango                a lonely night

    with the evening sky       missing you

                                   but not

           church parking lot

           all the cars

           socially distanced

   poet Anna Akhmatova...

   And the road running easy and white,

   In emerald thickets is lost to sight,

   I don't know where it will end. . .

           The poplars give off a damp smell.

           I notice it all as if it were new.

           I say nothing, and am ready, as well,

           Earth, to become, once again, you.

poet Rachael Ikins, Baldwinsville, New York...

        April Dusk

        A good-natured rudeness of geese

      Vanishes into the horizon,

        Shouting their way north.

I opened my window today and my cats are           bonkers with the scent of fresh air.

Noble assistant Kitty Kali, mewing: "Mister Editor, open all our windows!"

      poet Lisa Reynolds, Ajax, Ontario...

      when lips            if only

      are sealed           our last kiss

      the eyes speak      had been our first

    poet Heather Sager, Mundelein, Illinois...

         Morning

         First frost shivers grass, a chill

         on air, and, as I round the horizon

         the blue-sky disc of moon aloft.

   poet Rochelle Cohen, Marlton, New Jersey...

   Perseverance lands

   To search for life on the planet

   Greeted by Martians

                    Never gone from me                                 Mind molecules find the path

                    Dreams are maps to you

            Paws swaddle kitten

            Mother bond with affection

            Oxytocin love

Noble assistant editor Kitty Kali, mewing, 

"Extra treats for Rochelle, and! For the blessing of oxytocin!"

  poet Judith Partin Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...

              All The Way Home

              He walked a mile

              through the snowstorm

              just to hold my hand

              all the way home

     poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...

    Thought I had a heart attack.

    Turned out to be gas.

    I look at it this way:

    death gave me a pass.

                        Years ago I got

                        divorced from reality.                               Still paying alimony.

    Let me learn the lessons

    You have hidden in every leaf and rock.

                     Native American Prayer

  

                      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!... Steve Ausherman, Julie A. Dickson, Juanita Torrence-Thompson, Franz Kafka, Jeanne Shannon, Rumi, Mary Jo Balistreri, Carl Mayfield, Patricia Carragon, and, t. kilgore splake!...

poet and artist Steve Ausherman, Albuquerque, New Mexico...

poet Julie A. Dickson, Exeter, New Hampshire...

Rain, a staccato         Open eyes at dawn

Percussive symphony    Nary an insect, still cool
Heavenly drummer        Morning, my favorite

 poet Juanita Torrence-Thompson, Bayside, New York...             

         WINTER

            Frost-fettered air swirls      
            Around in winter, loved by 
            Kids and polar bears

              poet Franz Kafka...

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty                      never grows old.

     poet Jeanne Shannon, Albuquerque,        New Mexico...

            end of April--
            in the night sky
            gazelle flees from the lion

        apple
      plum
        and flowering pear

        gone wild with brightness

        in sherbert clouds
        along the avenues

      poet Rumi...

            Listen to presences inside poems,

            Let them take you where they will.

            Follow those private hints,

            and never leave the premises.

                         Everything I am

                         I draw from you

                         Battered old bucket

                         Dipping in your well.

 poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...

                  I Say Yes

I cannot explain what's happening or the rise

of joy.  But I say Yes, Yes to everything.

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

and I'll be embers that sustain your hearth.

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

 poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

by the window               sleeping kittens

a snowflake meltdown     on the bed
amuses the cat              fur ball quilt

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

           first light breeze

         soft morning music      

      wilderness coming alive

                         soft morning light

                        fresh violet blossoms

                         praying to the sun

       leaves complex veins

      forest mysterious maps

       hiding nature's secrets

                     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)