Noble assistant editor Kitty Kali, mewwwing, incessantly!... "Poetry, Mister Editor! Kitties, people, and critters of all kinds need their poetry, Mister Editor!"...
So true, noble assistant! Let us begin...
poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...
A Letter to Great-Gramma Belle
You taught me to pay attention to the small, the over-looked. Gardening at your side, I saw you mix poverty and loss into the soil, making beds, dark and rich. Seeds sprouted and bloomed--bachelor buttons, nasturtiums, the heavenly blues you call "granny vines."
The bellflower I still call You.
telling
there is a story
a legend of happiness
as the sun rises
within
one day I'll travel
with the wind now lingering
silently waiting
poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland... (haiku in Scots)...
reengin the bath
fir yestreen's attercap
...he goves frae the ceilin
searching the bath
for yesterday's spider
...he gazes from the ceiling
jivin
grandfaither an grandochter
...tuba an clarinet wyvein
jiving
grandfather and grand-daughter
...tuba and clarinet weaving
poet Pawel Markiewicz, Podlaski, Poland...
from the dazzling morns
till evenings - spiders at work
picturesque webs
the first autumn rain
spider's heart in rhythm of drops
nature awaken
poet Judith Partin Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
"Sugar Wolf loves u"
homeless poet leaves
his calling card --
back side of the postal box
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?
ForaminifeRap
Gangs leave their scars
As painted scrawls
On subway cars
Names that will scream
for eternity
I'm not a dream
I'm reality
A long time ago
Gangs of single cells
Left a lime logo
In the shape of shells
On pyramids and Dover cliffs
In the bust of Queen Nefertiti
Nature wrote to us hieroglyphs
Foraminifera graffiti
poet Ian Mullins, Liverpool, England...
foaming up
cappuccino moon
clouding my coffee
another long day--
she stops at the school gates
raises her skirt another inch
Tornado warning.
If you choose to ignore one,
That's just twisted.
In my next life
I'm coming back as a book.
Hardcover. Cloth bound.
You'll recognize me.
I'll be the one that keeps
You up all night.
poet Cynthia Sidrane, Phoenix, Arizona...
mockingbird at dawn
cajoles the moon from the sky
chatting the sun up
Poetry of Trees
certain words know how
to calm a restless spirit
when the storm passes
soft whispers of mist through trees
rivulets down leaves
tapping wet ground
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)
Last! If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)
and, you can mail your poetry to:
bear creek haiku
PO Box 596
Longmont, CO
80502
USA
(SASE's are appreciated)
Last! If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)
