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Thank you, Siva Bob Bradshaw bobbybradshw@yahoo.com The poem is my original and unpublished work and I don't have a poem committed to represent another board in the current IBPC. For Your Love From the stroller you lift your arms toward me as if you’re merely stretching after a long nap, but when Gr...

I nominate Siva's "Sunrise at...."

Thanks, guys

Thx, Michael... enjoyed the link

Kissing the Sky, Or Maybe the Sea Hendrix sang of kissing the sky. I prefer your kiss. Can clear or misty skies compete with your kiss? I cannot imagine kissing the sky. On my tiptoes, my mouth forever waiting... Unlike your kiss. Swinburne kissed the sea. Did it slam into him-- bent over-- knock hi...

Thx, Siva

Thanks, Ken

I like the concept and writing. I just find the next to last stanza too convenient, too implausible to happen at just this moment. I would prefer something more subtle to put off the murder...maybe news that her husband has just come from the doctor, her husband a man who doesn't cry but comes home ...

Ode to Olive Oil We could be standing on the north side of the Acropolis under a cobalt sky, a twisted olive tree leaning towards us. It was here long before we moved in, with silvery grey leaves and feathery white flowers. Tonight we'll enjoy Bistecca alla Fiorentina and a salad enhanced with virgi...

I think both do.

Very nice...your work has paid off well. Only minor touches are needed. nitpick: You need to change "over track" to "over the tracks". Maybe instead of "I thought", make it "I feared"? Also, 2 tmcft if sounded out would be very long...maybe "millions of cubic feet of water" or a more abstract descri...

It's to signal to attract the bachelors. Do fireflies experience anything like love? Who knows?

tweaked again

Revised opening stanza

Her Heart was a Taxi Speeding Out of Town Inheriting a gold mine wasn't better than the day I met Janie. Even when we had no money we never squabbled-- Janie as upbeat as mid-summer. Yet overnight things changed... why? Beneath the surface a world of permafrost formed. What the hell ....Janie looked...

It’s a good question, Siva. Now that you raise it, I’m not sure.

For Your Love From the stroller you lift your arms toward me as if you’re merely stretching after a long nap, but when Grandma appears you giggle! My jealousy leapfrogs over reason as she takes you into her arms as if you were a bouquet of long stemmed peonies. Oh my little one, how can I steal your...

Say I’m weary, say I’m sad, Say that health and wealth have miss’d me, Say I’m growing old, but add, Jenny kiss’d me. — from Jenny Kiss’d Me by Leigh Hunt v2: You Kissed Me We were worlds apart till you kissed me. I waxed tipsy in your arms. You kissed me. Every fiber in my body looked up, longing f...

I am not sure why, but the more I read this poem, the more I like it. Because I love animals, especially elephants? Because there’s an understated humor I find charming? Because I like the unexpected turn to rejections? Or how we’re thrown back into our modern world, the wilderness just a video or d...

One person suggested cutting the opening 2 lines. Your thoughts?

The drones shouldn’t be the focus. The focus should be on the mom’s concerns for her child, her worries heightened by the limited information that he can provide her.

Siva, I like that you're writing about your son. The first 11 lines set the scene nicely. I don't think you need the rest of the opening stanza. It meanders without emotionally deepening the relationship between mother and son. I like the closing stanza as well. But I think you miss out on the best ...

Hi Michael, I am not available for an ibpc nom this month.

Stay safe.

The Brownings Wasn’t Ba's life just paper, letters and poems? Robert wasn’t in love with her Ba said but with her writings. She feared disappointing him when she was merely a frail wife anchored to a sofa. Yet here he was, month after month, coaxing her to stand, to walk, to live… And how were they ...

Thanks, Michael