Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
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Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
any newcomers or returnees this month, Welcome!
and here is a home link to the IBPC rules: http://ibpc.webdelsol.com/rules
In this thread, from the poems posted in the workshop forum during the course of the month, recommend/nominate by title & author.
Nominated poets, please acknowledge the nomination here in this thread.
Please reply by accepting or declining the nomination - in this thread.
Please note & observe: This is not a workshopping thread.
In this thread, poems that are ultimately selected to represent the Block are then posted here
as the author would like for the poem to be forwarded
along with all IBPC required info.
When the 1-3 poems are decided upon, and permission granted by each author of the selected poems,
along with all the info needed by each author:
1/Your name
2/e-mail address
3/statement that the poem is your original
4/and unpublished work
5/and that you are not representing in the current IBPC
6/and the poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals.
^^ All of the above is the usual needed info as part of the process.
I will then forward the 1-3 to the IBPC finals.
Thanks,
Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
I nominate Billy's poem 'Siberian Highway' and Bernie's 'Rain Like Pizarro In Peru'.
Re: Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
I second Billy's nomination and add my nomination for Bob's new poem.
Van Gogh in Paris
I no longer strove for scenes
so dark they could have been sketched
with stubs of coal.
Flowers were cheap
and I had no money other
than Theo’s. So I painted
as if there were fields
of flowers to be found
in Montmartre. Reds
of gladioli, coppery
petals of fritillaries,
the buttery yellows
of daffodils. I hung
my drawings and paintings
from floor to ceiling
in the Cafe du Tambourin
as if it was the Salon.
I had always been lonely.
Now friends of mine and Theo’s
were like the cafes
in this district, numerous.
I was intoxicated:
new styles of art were like hats
in a millinery shop,
everywhere.
I tried them all on:
Monet's, Seurat's, Gauguin's...
the hats fitting easily on my dandy’s
red head. But I was drinking
day and night,
my health failing,
as was Theo’s.
I had to leave Paris,
where I had arrived
like a gust of music
through an open window,
as Theo joked. Now my leaving
surprised him.
Why give up friends
for the south?
He shook his head,
worried, knowing loneliness
was more poisonous
than absinthe.
Van Gogh in Paris
I no longer strove for scenes
so dark they could have been sketched
with stubs of coal.
Flowers were cheap
and I had no money other
than Theo’s. So I painted
as if there were fields
of flowers to be found
in Montmartre. Reds
of gladioli, coppery
petals of fritillaries,
the buttery yellows
of daffodils. I hung
my drawings and paintings
from floor to ceiling
in the Cafe du Tambourin
as if it was the Salon.
I had always been lonely.
Now friends of mine and Theo’s
were like the cafes
in this district, numerous.
I was intoxicated:
new styles of art were like hats
in a millinery shop,
everywhere.
I tried them all on:
Monet's, Seurat's, Gauguin's...
the hats fitting easily on my dandy’s
red head. But I was drinking
day and night,
my health failing,
as was Theo’s.
I had to leave Paris,
where I had arrived
like a gust of music
through an open window,
as Theo joked. Now my leaving
surprised him.
Why give up friends
for the south?
He shook his head,
worried, knowing loneliness
was more poisonous
than absinthe.
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Re: Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
Yes,I third all three nominations-- Bob's, Billy's and Bernie's poems. If there is no term like third then I join hands with the one who has seconded all three poems.
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Re: Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
I'm in accord w/ this triumvirate of B - brothers in broetry
So, if they each don't already have a poem committed to represent another board this IBPC (August 2017),,
then Bob, Billy, Bernie,
please accept or decline here in this designated thread.
If accepting, then please provide here in this designated thread all the needed info, and the poem as you would like it forwarded to the IBPC finals.
Thanks,
Michael (MV)
Re: Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
I'm not representing any other board, pleased to represent Block among such accomplished poets as Bernie and Bob. My poem is unpublished and my original work. Hopefully we'll get 1st, 2nd, and 3rd.
Billy Howell-Sinnard
bhowellsinnard@gmail.com
Siberian Highway
I dream of me in large, canvas-
covered trucks barreling through
Siberia, radio blasting Cossack music.
The driver laughs like a rapid river,
offers me shots of vodka, cigarettes.
We crash through wooden barricades,
wrap ourselves in heavy fur skins.
Someone's always chasing us, but who?
If only we could stop, fraternize
with the husky women in red scarves,
smiling as we wave hello and goodbye,
evading the black sedans on our tail.
Often, our trucks break through ice-
covered rivers, plunging to the frigid
bottoms. Our bodies frozen, mannikins
smiling blankly, waiting to be awakened.
Billy Howell-Sinnard
bhowellsinnard@gmail.com
Siberian Highway
I dream of me in large, canvas-
covered trucks barreling through
Siberia, radio blasting Cossack music.
The driver laughs like a rapid river,
offers me shots of vodka, cigarettes.
We crash through wooden barricades,
wrap ourselves in heavy fur skins.
Someone's always chasing us, but who?
If only we could stop, fraternize
with the husky women in red scarves,
smiling as we wave hello and goodbye,
evading the black sedans on our tail.
Often, our trucks break through ice-
covered rivers, plunging to the frigid
bottoms. Our bodies frozen, mannikins
smiling blankly, waiting to be awakened.
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Re: Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
Thanks, Bernie, Michael, Billy, Siva...
1/Bob Bradshaw
2/bobbybradshw@yahoo.com
3/the poem is my original
4/and unpublished work
5/and that I am not representing in the current IBPC
6/and the poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals.
Van Gogh in Paris
I no longer strove for scenes
so dark they could have been sketched
with stubs of coal.
Flowers were cheap
and I had no money other
than Theo’s. So I painted
as if there were fields
of flowers to be found
in Montmartre. Reds
of gladioli, coppery
petals of fritillaries,
the buttery yellows
of daffodils. I hung
my drawings and paintings
from floor to ceiling
in the Cafe du Tambourin
as if it was the Salon.
I had always been lonely.
Now friends of mine and Theo’s
were like the cafes
in this district, numerous.
I was intoxicated:
new styles of art were like hats
in a millinery shop,
everywhere.
I tried them all on:
Monet's, Seurat's, Gauguin's...
the hats fitting easily on my dandy’s
red head. But I was drinking
day and night,
my health failing,
as was Theo’s.
I had to leave Paris,
where I had arrived
like a gust of music
through an open window,
as Theo joked. Now my leaving
surprised him.
Why give up friends
for the south?
He shook his head,
worried, knowing loneliness
was more poisonous
than absinthe.
1/Bob Bradshaw
2/bobbybradshw@yahoo.com
3/the poem is my original
4/and unpublished work
5/and that I am not representing in the current IBPC
6/and the poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals.
Van Gogh in Paris
I no longer strove for scenes
so dark they could have been sketched
with stubs of coal.
Flowers were cheap
and I had no money other
than Theo’s. So I painted
as if there were fields
of flowers to be found
in Montmartre. Reds
of gladioli, coppery
petals of fritillaries,
the buttery yellows
of daffodils. I hung
my drawings and paintings
from floor to ceiling
in the Cafe du Tambourin
as if it was the Salon.
I had always been lonely.
Now friends of mine and Theo’s
were like the cafes
in this district, numerous.
I was intoxicated:
new styles of art were like hats
in a millinery shop,
everywhere.
I tried them all on:
Monet's, Seurat's, Gauguin's...
the hats fitting easily on my dandy’s
red head. But I was drinking
day and night,
my health failing,
as was Theo’s.
I had to leave Paris,
where I had arrived
like a gust of music
through an open window,
as Theo joked. Now my leaving
surprised him.
Why give up friends
for the south?
He shook his head,
worried, knowing loneliness
was more poisonous
than absinthe.
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Re: Upcoming August IBPC 2017:
Thanks Billy & Bob for representing the WB & for supplying all the info.
Good Luck in the finals.
I'll now PM bernie, since he hasn't replied here as of yet.
A safe & wonderful weekend to every one
Michael (MV)
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Update Aug. 6th (re Upcoming August IBPC 2017):
As of this posting, there is not a reply here from bernie.
I have forwarded Billy's Siberian Highway & Bob's Van Gogh in Paris on to the finals,
with the mention of a possible 3rd.
Should I send as an add-on for a 3rd my poem "disembark"
viewtopic.php?f=2&t=6620
A good week to every one
Michael (MV)
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Re: Update Aug. 6th (re Upcoming August IBPC 2017):
I have as of now forwarded "disembark" as a possible 3rd,
if permissible with IBPC to add a 3rd at this time.
Michael (MV)
Michael (MV) wrote:
As of this posting, there is not a reply here from bernie.
I have forwarded Billy's Siberian Highway & Bob's Van Gogh in Paris on to the finals,
with the mention of a possible 3rd.
Should I send as an add-on for a 3rd my poem "disembark"
viewtopic.php?f=2&t=6620
A good week to every one
Michael (MV)