Friday, May 20, 2022

Poets!... Anthony Ward, Sarah Mahina Calvello, t. kilgore splake, Linda Amos, James B. Peters, Mary Jo Balistreri, r. soos, Marsupial P., Patricia Carragon, and Judith Nielsen!...

 Assistant editor Kitty Kali, mewing!..."Poetry!"


   "We need a new

     poetry post,

 Mister Editor!  And, then!!!  Everyone will have their very own    best ever treats!"...

Yes, Kitty Kali!  And      we'll begin with

    poet Anthony Ward, Durham, England...

          Faded faces in the photograph

           Peering out at me

           Capturing my thoughts







   poet Sarah Mahina Calvello, San Francisco, California...

Making coffee

The dance of the morning

All to familiar             The quiet

                              Rush of warm breath

                              Under eucalyptus

         Talking about the past

         Roasting marshmallows around the fire

         In flannel pajamas






   poet t. tilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...  

   early morning prayer

    god give me coffee       

 brain and pot lid rattling     like li po

                              days wandering cliffs

                              dreaming need poems

          enjoying wilderness whispers

              soft pine needle hum

             growing self awareness


     poet Linda Amos, York, Pennsylvania...

           Just

           Some of the best moments

           In my life

           Were just

           A moment

           Away!


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

 for me the war ended

    on a board fence           whispers

     beside the pond       among the stones

                                of the forgotten



 poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...

   As day darkens toward night

              those we have lost

   appear along the roadside of our minds

   We carry them forward even as they vanish

             into the blur of distance

   Carry them with us

             to another harvest






     poet r. soos, Joshua Tree, California...

                                 shadows

           drop from morning clouds

      cooling one corner of the yard

                         for us to enjoy

         rain

          reflects in and out

          lights in every direction

          are caught in each drop



    poet marsupial p., Davies' Diner havin' pork chops...

    rain

    the great equalizer-

    falling on the poet

    as well as those

      not knee-deep in daisies...


                  when writing   how can one

                  not escape leaving bits of

                  themselves-bit of flesh

                  in the typewriter gears

                  with each stroke of the  key.

                  otherwise

                    what's the writing for...     

                                after "uncle" Leo


  poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

   when daffodils bloom

   pregnant calicoes sashay

   down garden catwalks

                  kitten caboodle

                  litter box quicksand hides poop

                  but not the scent

         Savasana

         cat whiskers brushing

         the human on the mat





   poet Judith 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     


         things unfold

         as they do

         and even in that

         there is

         a special beauty

                       


  




   
              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 
                   (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)




   

    

   



Saturday, May 14, 2022

poets!… Patricia Carragon, Oaxacan, Rochelle S. Cohen, Mona Bedi, Linda Amos, Sarah Mahina Calvello, marsupial p., James B. Peters, Robert Beveridge, r. soos, and dancing Dakar poets!

"Poetry, Mister Editor!   People and kitties   need poetry, Mister Editor!  let's be all about poems!  And then! Our yummy treats!

So true, noble assistants!  And we'll begin with poets in print bear creek haiku #182...


     poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

 

    a child walks alone

    his hand holds a teddy bear

    border lies ahead


                         bombs cannot destroy

                         the tiniest sunflower

                         blue Ukrainian sky




      You crushed us into the ground, but you      didn't know we were seeds...

                       Oaxacan saying





  poet Rochelle S. CohenMarlton, New Jersey...


    James Webb Telescope

      Takes selfie in outer space

      Cosmic vanity

                       Telescope photo

                       Heaven's maternity ward

                       The birth of a star   


               
poet Mona Bedi, Delhi, India...

  letting go

   of all desires             silent afternoon

   drop on a lotus leaf     just the drone of

                                a bumblebee



  

     poet Linda Amos, York, Pennsylvania...

  Some of the best moments

  In my life

  Were just

  A moment

  Away!


poet Sarah Mahina Calvello,      San Francisco, California...


  Driving in madness

  Down the highway of the heart

  Glorious strange




      

                poet marsupial p.,                          Davies' diner havin' pork chops...


           rain 

           the great equalizer-

           falling on the poet     

           as well as those

             not knee-deep in daisies




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


    FARM WORK

    There are many labors

    To do on any farm.

    And I, in age,

    Savor all of them.

    Not the present day, but those of youth,

    During and after the war.

    Shocking wheat before combines.

    Plowing with good horses.

    One could plow all day long,

    But when evening came,

    With the animals fed

    The sounds of the country

    Could always be found

    To have an invigorating spirit.


      poet Robert Beveridge, Akron, Ohio...

    family
    six red bushes surround
    one green one

                           coffee sings the blues


     poet r. soos, Joshua Tree, California...

             artist

             tear apart vision
             and bind pieces together
             on your new canvas

  Dakar, Senegal poets, dancing their poems!...




   
              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 
                   (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)




   

    

   

            

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Poets!... James B. Peters, Bijay Kant Dubey, Dennis Rhodes, Mary Jo Balistreri, Patricia Carragon, Cathy Porter, r. soos, Judith Partin-Nielsen, poem inspired by a Navaho Mountain Chant, and again our Mary Jo Balistreri!...

 Assistant editor Kitty Kali, mewing, "Poetry, Mister Editor!  Kitties and people's need poetry!                   And then, their treats!"...


poet James B. Peters,      Cottontown, Tennessee...
     Haiku poem
     Seen in print
     Enough reward

               Haiku poet
                  Master
             Of the syllable


poet Bijay Kant Dubey, Chandrakona, West Bengal, India...
    Ukraine 2022
    For no fault of it,
    How can a nation be bombed,
    Shelled with missiles, tanks,
    Rocket launchers,
    How can the civilian areas be bombarded
    In such a way?
    How can one be cruel and callous
    in such a way?

    poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...
    I felt ashamed,
    as the bombs fell on Ukraine,
    of being human.
                       I truly wanted
                       to be an innocent deer
                       beside a cool lake.
    I wanted nothing
    to do with humanity.
    Peaceful.  Blameless.
                       All great artists are
                       haunted, the poet told me
                       with a ghostly grin.


 poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...
 We look now over the distance we've come,
 layer upon layer of golden-green hills
 airbrushed to ever softer hues in the distance.
 We scoop them up into the net of memory,
 winding back upon itself, moving forward.

      poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...
       inspiration
                from her mews
                         she scratches the page


    noble assistant's
   Frosty and Tama...
"Extra-special treats
  for Mary Jo and            'Our Brooklyn              Girl', Patricia!"

      poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...
   The clock
   One hand missing    I step over
   No need to set       Cracks in the sidewalk
                           Mother's back
                           Protected
        A paw on the leg
                  Comfort, beyond words



    poet r. soos, Joshua Tree, California...  
             moment
             faith is always quick
             it is there as surety
             when doubt slithers in            

                                   claim
                   love in the summer
        when flowers are most active
                     perfuming the air
       
       distraction
                        a new souvenir
       splattered on this empty page
       ink forming letters




       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









 inspired by 
      Mountain Chant: a Navaho Ceremony...
        The world before me is restored
                                   in poetry
        The world behind me is restored 
                                   in poetry
         The world below me is restored    
                                   in poetry
         The world above me is restored
                                   in poetry
         The world around me is restored
                                   in poetry
         My voice is restored
                                   in beauty
         My voice is restored   in poetry.

And! One more from our Mary Jo Balistreri...

       Unclamp my wings   untether me
       Like Pegasus  let me soar


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 
                   (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)