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In addition to Billy's poem, "Go ask Hamlet, I know he'll know" will be representing: http://www.the-writers-block.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=5634&p=23871&sid=86defe71966bccaa26a8773dd3c0ccb4#p23871 For a 3rd I'm PMing Siva re Remembering My First Smocked Chemise ("My First Smocked Chemise") Good...

Thanks, Billy, and good luck in the finals   :)   Michael (MV) I'd be honored to represent the Block. This is my original work and has not been published. I'm not representing any other board. Billy Howell-Sinnard bhowellsinnard@gmail.com A Trail of Bodies I've always wondered if she survived. It wa...

Someone from another IBPC board gave this poem an IBPC recommendation,

which I declined knowing that the Block would need representation.

Based on this nom-nod, and reviews I have received elsewhere,

this poem will be one of the 2-3 to represent the Block this IBPC.




Michael (MV)

 
 
 
 
 

Hi Billy, Although I don't have time to workshop, (and I haven't b/c I really haven't seen anything immediate as of yet to suggest, perhaps some fine fine tuning yet) I have read this poem several times since you have posted it. I was impressed from the start. Would you please consider letting A Tra...

Hi Siva, re the 2nd, 3rd & 4th stanzas: "The neat and exquisite finish for three month to twelve- year old girls." ^^ I don't believe this is needed. "The neat and exquisite finish" - I believe this is already said here: "minutely executed, equally spaced stitches as if precision was computer marked...

Hi Siva, workshopped below   8)   Michael (MV) "My First Smocked Chemise" In the cloister, the sisters stitched their secret; through pigeon-holes we watched their thimbles wondering if it was a pear, a peacock or a push-cart. Pastel shades of nylon baby frocks with smocked busts and baby frills alt...

  "Go ask Alice, I think she'll know"       lyric from "White Rabbit" by G. Slick / Jefferson Airplane Go ask Hamlet, I know he'll know A lit man not a suffering from an unwrapped gift only human Univox of letters talking in tongues sound waves not from a box Ranger Seer endowed with a wide focal re...

any newcomers or returnees this month, Welcome! and here is a home link to the IBPC rules: http://ibpc.webdelsol.com/rules Instead of 2, the IBPC board has returned to each board representing with up to 3 poems. ^^ by 3 different poets of course. Poems recommended to represent the Block are posted h...

kept looking up
into the trees
and buzzing with a grin.

or

kept looking up
into the trees
and buzzing with a broad smile.



back to the top half:

The light
between my thumb
and index finger,
like holding up
my pants
that day in the woods.





Michael (MV)

 
 
  
 
 
 

 
in full
moon light
the spider
spins
while the snake
braids
into a rope
dangling
with a judas
jerk



 
 
 

and no activity on the Block

we still have the 2nd half of the month to make a comeback

and then the IBPC arrives to close the month

BYOP to the Block party ASAP


Cheers!



Michael (MV)

  

 
 
 
 

Judged by Linda Sue Grimes First Place Requiescat in Pace by Brenda Levy Tate PenShells I have made him no marker; his name twists in silence beneath a granite rock laid above his sleep. To anyone who did not love him, he rots anonymous – only a dead horse, scooped under and gone. From this new grav...

Hi Billy, Thanks, and also would you please add in this thread a statement that you are not representing any other board: And, Billy, this is your call of course, but I thought the simile "like a coven of somnambulists." was strong to the poem. Might consider: like a coven of insomniacs. ^^ Your cal...

Thanks, Billy

it has received favorable comments from workshops around.

Good luck to us in the finals

and to the Block



Michael (MV)

Billy wrote:I suggest Michael's poem "the first easter"

 
 
 

            "the first Easter" "and waves which only He may walk Who dares to call Himself a man."     --- e.e. cummings . . . and the waiting in darkness drove her divinely mad thus she never grew weary silver-grey then the first to see into the eyes to touch the side to know His presence stop weep...

Woetrame, re your question/concer: to me it's more poem than politic 7 ways of looking at the machine Are we the machine? machines are Us(a) clean machine meran machine Frankenstein's monster was a machine God created us human(e) not machinery Peter Gabriel: "I walked right out of the machinery" del...

for newcomers, Welcome and here is a home link to the IBPC rules: http://ibpc.webdelsol.com/rules Poems recommended to represent the Block are posted here in this thread When the 2 are decided upon, and permission granted by each author of the selected poems, along with the info needed by each autho...

Hi Billy, Don't mention "dog" in the title; allow the reader to discover that in the course of the content. Just "Walking" as title. He runs on ahead. The reflection of countless falling stars covers the ground in a phosphorescent lake. He's too busy scouting to be listening to my entreaties. I foll...

Hi Siva, for now all this: Forts stand fortified exquisite marble, red stones mark heritages of India architectural authority tall, brave, deep foundations as only master engineers can ^^ too wordy - perhaps said in half the word. "forts" & "fortified" - redundant "Sher Shah who took over added magn...

Hi Billy, I need to clarify, please: given near the close: "the next morning you said love can't last it's always ready to destroy itself" ^^ I'm suggesting to retain what she asserts initially(and I have workshop modified the wording): she said to me that's what love is a long time without war the ...

Hi Billy. The Terrorist of Love - I'm hearing Steve Miller's "some call me 'the gangster of love' " From here down is good poetry writing, and skillfully treatment of the metaphor: I can stay under water for only so long I can fly in my dreams now if I could only fly into yours I woke up you were st...

 
 
wet dream



all senses

playing

over

time

all along
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Judged by Deborah Bogen First Place Altoona by Dale Patterson conjunction From boiler maelstrom, rivets and bucking bar, he walks onto Fourth Avenue. Cinders crackle each step, ten paces per-puff on a Chesterfield. His home is an hour away, down through the valley, past shop-after-shop, butted brown...

Hi SnickleFrittes, of course Dante surfaces for this reader-writer. Formally I like howthe poem descends down the page Workshop: for this passage as: I see men weeping they do not see me for this passage as: it is built of gold, dollar bills, and weapons: everything unholy ^^ echoes the biblical tow...

no responses from anyone

so, I'm PMing richardc re his poem Mishegas

viewtopic.php?f=2&t=5555

hopefully to represent the Block



Michael (MV)