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Hi Michael
Thank you for asking me.I will post the poem first thing tomorrow morning--after ten hours.I would like to sleep on it.There is too much of prose in it.
It is an unpublished poem.
Siva

Michael
Please send this poem to the February IBPC.

Siva

You certainly knew when death came near you. You spoke about the old dark woman who pulled your hand. You shooed her away with your dentures. You spoke about a country chicken gruel; probably your husband liked that. There was also a necklace to be gifted to a granddaughter. You were carried like a ...

Michael
Thank you for both the links.
Siva

dyerfrank
You have posted an edited version in Poetry and Palaver.Can you re -post it here?

Billy
Good as it is. Nothing needs to be edited.The last line which talks of the ordinary snow deserves to be the last line--making a fitting ending.

Michael

Did you write this in December? Can it go for the January IBPC? Sorry I missed this.

Siva

A Love Poem -- Sivakami Velliangiri
Guest poem sent in by "Nelson JS Santhosh"
(Poem #1261) A Love Poem
Y o U
f
a
l
l
into my eyes
like red
chilli
d u s t.
-- Sivakami Velliangiri

dyerfrank
That is the best thing I heard,this New Year. A great creative New Year to you!

Post subject: Love Linger(s) Long Love lingers long springs into my mind long after you (are)[had] gone(.) After you left nothingness no remembrance[r], no feeling(;) (a)[A] passing phase as (a)[A] carousel of loves.(?) [But,](W)[ w]hen tending my garden (I)swept Autumn leaves[,] that rustled in the...

dyerfrank
You should edit this. It is loquacious.And the grammar is faulty in places.Please take time to work on it.Take away all the cloying words.There are typos;( even in the title.)Above all don't be angry with me.If I had the time I would do it.
With all good intention
Siva

Wish you a Happy New Year.

What about this poem and Billy's,'shall we listen to every bird?' for this January IBPC?

Michael
A lot of philosophy in this.What is TGITG. This is a byte poem.Does the board accept short poems?
Siva

the Arctic Tern.

this story of survival.

Dyerfrank Thanks for reading. It is the Artic Tern.The 'twig ' is a model for 'responsibility' in Business Administration classes. An astrologer told me this stoct of survival. This web page is dedicated to communication on the migration of the Arctic tern – the longest migration ever recorded in an...

Michael Thank you for formatting this poem.I am learning a lot from you.And for suggesting to forward it to IBPC.I wrote this two years ago and posted it here on impulse.Now I am glad you have tailored it into a neat two liner poem with a last line that tells it all. And a happy New year to you and ...

I would like my unpublished poem 'Absence' to be forwarded to the IBPC to represent The Writers' Block.I am not representing any other group. sivakamivelliangiri@gmail.com Absence I thought I could keep you out; I cannot. You appear on Skype as full as Guru Purnima. Whenever I try to craft my poems ...

I thought I could keep you out ; I cannot. You appear on Skype as full as Guru Purnima. Whenever I try to craft my poems I am stuck. When you were here I went about my way driving to poetry readings; Now that you are away you occupy my thoughts; the mind holds no vacuum. It is playing solitaire with...

Is this concrete poetry, Michael?

Just an experiment... candle now that everyone is gone God,there's a candle burning for me lit by a face I do not know and she thinks I might die now that everyone is gone where I cannot reach I would like to play ring around the rosie with the flame like to let the snowflakes decorate it in a circl...

I like reading this poem again and again.Michael is very good at editing. Not to mention the poetry.

Michael Thanks for asking me to represent the board with my unpublished poem' Marakuli.' I am not representing any other Board and my e-mail id is sivakamivelliangiri@gmail.com Marakuli On my father’s side a tree at the moment of death; on my mother’s side the spirit of plain ground Yeti. I am born ...

On my father’s side a tree at the moment of death; on my mother’s side the spirit of plain ground Yeti. I am born in the imagination whenever there is a dearth of real animals, quickly with coconut husk toes and nails of dead rhino skin I am monarch of the dark night. I howl like the wind, and conve...

I would like to represent the board this November.I am not representing any other board.This my original,unpublished poem. sivakamivelliangiri@gmail.com Nostalgia Canine keen, the nose knows first - remembers the vapor rub from father's Vicks inhaler, and in a puff, the scent of of mother's Wills. T...