Saturday, May 29, 2021

poets!... Kelley Jean White, John McDonald, Cathy Porter, Julie A Dickson, Carl Mayfield and C. D. Kjobech, Jane Stuart, Pogo, Judith Partin-Nielsen, and Nancy L Dahl!...

 poet Kelley Jean White,                  

                     Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...


   Memorial Day--

   each day the lilacs

   grow sweeter              spun cocoon

                                who wait

                                inside?



Noble assistant editor Tama, mewing,  "Mister Editor, this post took off on it's own, without us! Without treats!!"


And I say, Tama, IT'S ALL RIGHT!    We'll all have our treats when it's complete!...




  poet John McDonald, Edinburg, Scotland...

  in english and a genre John loves: Gaelic!


   wind                    wund

   through the ghetto...   throuch the backlans

   raspy saxophone       ...rispy saxyphone


      wet morning-      dreich mornin-     

      umbrellas          umberellaes

      mushrooming      mushrooming


    magpies             stuckies       

    roosting -          reestin -

    the day's gossip    the day's blethers





     poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...


     In the distance        One-eyed dog

     A mandolin            Finds my porch

     Sings me home         Jackpot

     Bluegrass revival       For us all


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


           Trilliums trill


           as trumpets raise   rejoicing


           in the springtime dew





         

    poets Carl Mayfield and CD. Kjobech,             Rio Rancho, New Mexico...


Blank Look #147


         can't see 60 in the rear view mirror                             the face in the mirror

         sporting wrinkles

         where directions

         lose their way


         a voice within

         humming a three note song

         no bird

         would ever touch






       

   poet Jane Stuart, Flatwoods, Kentucky...


             how quiet the moon

             on summer nights

             when rain begins to trickle

             tree to tree

             thunder wakes our stormy love


the wind horse rises

up through feathered clouds

disappearing in the moon


         poet Pogo   hwy 50 grassy berm                cotopaxi, colorado...


        with her water-warble song--

        flitting through brittle grass

        a vermillion-breasted thrush

        came today in the gray  and

        the silent sifting snow--

        came to reassure me...


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


              closing the circle 


              closing the circle

              of my life

              diameter once

              vast as the horizon

              now searching for

              the radius of

              that blessed path

              leading to the

              heart of Everything





     

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


WHEN I READ A POEM


...MY THOUGHTS...THE WRITER...

IS   THE WRITING   FROM THE HEART

THERE IS A SPACE   WHERE THEY HAVE BEEN

AND SHARE   THIS TIME WITH THE READER

THEIR   THOUGHTS   THAT COMES TO BE A POEM

A POEM   FROM THE HEART

A MESSAGE THEY HAVE EXPERIENCED

THE READER MAY  SAY TO   THEMSELVES         

'I ALSO HAVE BEEN THERE'

A POEM FROM THE HEART




   
              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)






           
            
  

4 comments:

John McDonald said...

Thanks my friend hope all are well

Anonymous said...

Best to you and your day, John!

Peggy French said...

Lovely collection!

Anonymous said...

Kitties united- "We're purrrring, as always, about Peggy!"