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Congratulations, Michael.

Thanks to Bob for the spark with his fine poem
Throwing a Boomerang Around.

' . . . the past is becoming a boomerang I grow more and more fond of. I watch it return over and over . . . ' Bob Bradshaw, Throwing a Boomerang Around , 2023 We’d come home happily drunk Like two lovers we’d swayed together Albeit without a kiss. We often stopped to lean against the Iron Lamp post...

I guess the 'Y' means the WMCA, not sure.
Not keen on this approach.
It has now prompted me to write a boomerang story/poem.

I like this poem so much for its honesty and raw approach
I nominate it for April's entry for the IBPC.

If you feel t needs tweaking, I can't offer anything.

Her sister, Maggie, driving the car they got in. When I met Theresa she was a teller at my bank in Thermopolis. She's Arapaho, Sioux and French, beautiful, hair as black as the prize stallion her father broke-in and she raced to beat the clock. Maybe add, 'broke-in'. I got confused with just 'broke'.

It doesn't have to mean anything Neither does need to have a theme like counting Its what it is Bukowski wouldn't worry what others thought He'd just write it as it is Which is what you have done. It's your subconscious rambling You saw a woman you thought you knew and wished you had the time to cha...

Cold blue night at dawn
Waiting for the pain to ease
Is this how life ends

Please note added:

insidious

penultimate line: insidious seep

To anyone who has published a chapbook: 1. What would be a reasonable amount of poems to include in a chapbook? Would it be more than 30 and less than 100? 2. Would you include a section for published work or just place published poems among the other poems? 3. Would you have headings for different ...

Visit to Cefn Coed is my original and unpublished poem it is not representing any other board. ieaunaphywel@aol.com Ieuan ap Hywel The oversize dryer rotates, rumbling, Drying a mix of clothes. It's too hot, The colours run, a fuzz on the weave. Shrunken, worn one size too small. Residents wait in ...

I'm glad you found the password
and to see you posting again
welcome back.

I am available.
I am putting the finishing touches to my:

'Visit to Cefn Coed'

It should be ready tomorrow, if selected.

And now this poem has a Pushkin nomination.
Well done Bob.
In this delightful example of modern poetry
the poet takes the pleasure both found
in writing poetry to educate the reader
and display his 2nd love, that of nature
and in particular his great love of feathered friends.

2nd Bob's: How You Met Your Wife

Thanks Billy that was good of you to mention my efforts. I have worked hard over the years to represent the block. I even invite people to join regularly on social media I think it is a fine forum to present our work. Unfortunately no one has ever responded to my prompting to join. Maybe it will cha...

I'm pleased you won 15 times.
I happen to think Siva made an impact, certainly Bernie.
Who can forget Bernie's impact.
Penumbra was here too.

I give honour to the block and it's members.

Billy, congratulations on your achievements.

I've been here the longest save for Michael

I have won awards/placings eight times for the block.

At one tine there was just three of us, Michael, Siva and myself

I was a beginner and the block helped me win those awards/placings.


Bernie was a great advert for the block

I like. L3, perhaps drop the 'was'? [a name as exotic as she.] A beer, you mumbled. Like a ceiling fan, she turned heads. You [saw] hunger in [the] competition. The smell of her breath washed over you like ice tumbling into a glass. the room quieted Cut s4, it doesn't do much, one too many other[s] ...

Why is Theatre capitalised?

The gun is an Ukrainian gun, Bob,
known as a Malyuk, Russians don't' use them.
I've added 'Motherland' Bob to improve
understanding the call is going out of the country.
Thanks for input.
Much appreciated.

The Russian prisoners have to gives thanks for their meals,
Bob, but must use the Ukrainian language.
It is Ukrainian, not Ukraine in L5. Thanks :0)

Barley soup again with two bread rolls. After eating, we stand to chant in unison, 'Thank you for the meal,' in Ukrainian as demanded by our captors. We're allowed one call to the Motherland. I shuffle up in the queue. The man in front grabs the phone. He struggles on one leg, the other rots in Kark...

Revised.

So we know what lies ahead, Billy.