Poets!... Melanie Alberts, t. kilgore splake, Diane Webster, Jane Stuart, Kris Law, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Patricia Carragon, Melanie Alberts!, and Nancy Dahl...

Poet/Artist Melanie Alberts, Austin, Texas...

      upland stream                       

      peace comes

      from all directions

 Poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...

      behind the waterfall                

      naked woman bathing

      wet intimate beauty

           journey

   waking early morning

    hearing river calling

     poet's naked body

   entering brautigan creek

    currents carrying soul

  floating to new existence

  somewhere beyond heaven

    peaceful resting place

 

    poet Diane Webster, Delta, Colorado...

                          Bench

        Made for two-

        a woman sits

        on the far left edge

        awaiting company.

                           Bird Watching          

        On river's shore              

        heron stands,

        watches

        current flow past.

        poet Jane Stuart, Flatwoods,     Kentucky...

      A blue hummingbird

      sips nectar from hollyhocks-

      warm sweet sugar days

               Growing by the creek

               fresh mint to be crushed by hand-

               frosty Mint Juleps

       poet Kris Law, Toronto, Ontario...

       a man made of bees

       buzzing swarm of discontent

       decisions are hard

                     paper lanterns sway

                     solo dancer lit below

                     slow sock foot shot-shoe

    Yes! again, poet/artist Melanie Alberts...

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

            Rock Whisperings

            fitting my palm against

            the face of the rock

            listening deeply to feel

            it's pulse, listening to

            the rhythm of breaths,

            whispers, wisps of winds,

            scents, of meadow and pine

            listening to the voices of

            sandstone and granite speaking

           "All my ancestors are here

            and I will remain with them”

"Mister Editor, we

need a Kitty Poem!"...

poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

inspiration

   from her mews

     she scratches the page

      poet Nancy Dahl, Ypsilanti, Michigan...

               KINDNESS TO ALL

               WILL GET US THROUGH

               ALL THESE HARD TIMES

                 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)

   

    

Poets!... Roberta Beach Jacobson, Dennis Rhodes, Sarah M Calvello, La-Tashsa Gardener, John Parsons, Diane Webster, Joseph Campbell, Judith Partin Nielsen, and John McDonald!...

  Poet Roberta Beach Jacobson, Indianola, Iowa...

   between 

   two chattering squirrels

   corncob                   ocean wave

                               sandcastle lands

                               in the lake   

              embracing

              the wild 

              horses on shore

     poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...

              Most folks are too smart 

              to be patriotic.  I

              am not one of them.

                   I love my country 

                   as much as I love my dog.

                   His name?  Jefferson.

   I asked for a date

   on a strong hunch and a whim-

   thirty years married!

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

    In a new, white dress

    Picking strawberries quietly

    With grandma

              Blueberry muffin

              Good cup of coffee

              Close to perfection

                        Wondering 

                        In the glittering rain

                        Thinking of past promises

       poet La-Tashsa Gardener, Clarendon, Jamaica...

   Imagination

   A means to escape

   A fantasy we wish to live

   Even for a day.

                        Chair

                        Standing on all fours

                        Rest heavy burden on me

                        I stand here to serve.

     poet John Parsons, East Sussex, United Kingdom...

   dear brother blackbird

   if only I could sing like that

   in quiet evening air

   with such a gentle

   simple joy

                         lying prone

                         that old marker stone

                         in the hills, its crevices

                         filled with oak catkins

                         my breath returns

     poet Diane Webster, Delta, Colorado...

                                 BIRD WATCHING

      On river's shore

      heron stands,

      watches

      current flow past

                                 BENCH

      Made for two -

      a woman sits 

      on the far left edge

      awaiting company.

                                 GET IN LINE

      I get in line

      with the statues,

      and I, too,

      go nowhere.

                Joseph Campbell

     Survival is the second law of life.

               The first is that we are all one.

          poet Judith Partin Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...

         Der Blaue Reiter (Blue Rider)

            Blues, oh so blue

            bluesman, Blues Brothers

            Blessed Virgin blue-

            blue wave, blue

            dolphin riding - blue -

            blue, Stevie Ray blue

            guitar and blow that sax

            jazz man bluesman,

            blue, bluer than

            that cold blue night

            blue moon, blue Miles

            blowing that blue Bitches

            Brew, Kind of Blue, blue

            rain, Blue Note - blue trumpet

            blowing blue, blue

            and so gone, gone and

            blue blown blues away

Assistant Editor's

Frosty and Tama,

mewing: "Mister 

Editor, we all need Scots Haiku!"...

 poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland!...

     buttery               butterfly

     follaein              following

     the daffin stead     the daffodil path

steekin                            shutting

the gairden yett                  the garden gate

a hinmaist bummer wins awa   a last bee leaves

              this mornin sic sheenin-

              muin, venus,

              an bawdrons' fuskers

              this morning such shining-

              moon, venus,

              and cat's whiskers

                 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)

   

    

  

     

Poets!... Cathy Porter, Peggy Dugan French, Mona Bedi, Sarah Mahina Calvello, Patricia Carragon, Dennis Rhodes, r. soos, Judith Partin Nielsen, and Cathy Porter!...

      poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

   One star

   Through the trees       Backyard cardinal

   Poem in waiting         Chirps heaven

   Every dog           Kindness

   Has its day          The one thing

   Times seven         That should spread

                          Faster than a virus

                                                    poet Peggy Dugan French, Cardiff, California...

             by the campfire

             stories unfurl

             shadows and stars surround

             and our shared laughter

             mingles with the pines

             scenting our dreams

          poet Mona Bedi, Delhi, India...

    evening swim -

     we wish upon            weeping willow

     a meteor shower        the years I lived

                                without you

   poet Sarah Mahina Calvello,        

                     San Francisco, California...

    Talking about the past

    Roasting marshmallows around the fire

    In flannel pajamas

             Grandmother

             Teaching us to make bracelets

             Of honeyed clover

                                 Path's change

                                 We diverge

                                 For the better

   Noble Assistant Editors Kitty Kali, Frosty, and Tama, mewwwing feline expectations...  'Mister Editor, we all need our kitty poems, and we've none so far in this post!!!  Necessary feline poems, like those from/by dear friend poet Patricia Carragon!"...

poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

       litterary cats:

                Kindle subscribers

                        in Amazon's litter box

   on a blanket of leaves

   neighborhood kittens

   play hide-and-seek

                     the mischievous cat

                     curls up on the windowsill

                     plans her next attack

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

     place

     becoming old folks

     was not in our plans my love      

     but here we are

                                     wandering

                      through this quiet town

             no thought to change anything

                     the breeze gently floats

                                  singing

              some days the sun heals

         birds listen to the mountain

                   and we understand

      poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...

         That rumble your hear?

         Civilization itself

         crumbling around us.

         My heart cries out to

         the little girl who played dead

         to save her own life.

         What have we come to

         that we must teach our children

         to do such a thing.

       poet Judith Partin Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...

  The Hope Of It

                 Where is the beauty, the Hope

                  in the horror of it, you ask.

                  Underneath a hard, bitter

                  casement of seed is there

                  an invisible bloom, a bud

                  not yet conceived -

                  a fragrance only in

                  the mind's eye.

                  Are we the Hope of it?

   and, again! Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

                  Kindness

                  The one thing

                  That should spread

                  Faster then a virus

                 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)