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Thanks Bob, something I can work on.

Thanks Bob, any concrete suggestions on which line to tighten?
Would be much appreciated.

He wears the coarse khaki of Kitchener’s mob, a single chevron, on his sleeve, a peaked hat with brass badge, the R.E. Corps, a collar with curled-up ends, a paybook sags his breast pocket down, a wide belt fixed tight around his thin waist. He stands between his parents his hand rests on some books...

Congratulations Michael.

Bernie is spot on as usual.

It needs so much work it can't be saved.

Thanks guys, sorry about the brandies,
it does need jazzing up, and I will look at those we's.

Great input both.

Strike 1. and 3. from my original proposal. In the interest of surfacing to a last three. I altered it again since Siva has already accepted a nomination, apologies for making it so oconfusing 1a. I second Bernie's Wild Beasts 2a. I propose Siva's A Fistful of Amargil 3a. I second Billy's Lest w For...

On that day, Dad came to the fore, rescuing the event, not looking at the elephant, Janet and her bump. We dressed up of course in our best. All we had in the wardrobe was a pair of jeans and well-worn suit, two dresses and her hat that had somehow sprouted petals. We met for the reception at the Wa...

I accept Bernie's nomination of my poem:

Thank you Billy,
Means a lot coming from you.

Not bad.

Thanks Kenneth It always pleasant to make a new friend. I don't know Budowski, never read him, but I will look him up. I used to be a machinist a long time ago, in another life, I was happy in that life, but it was a narrow life, raw, challenging in a linear way. Black and white was the order of day...

Siva There is nothing wrong with the word skimish in your poem, in fact I rather like it, so much bette than tiff. skirmish ˈskəːmɪʃ/Submit noun 1. an episode of irregular or unpremeditated fighting, especially between small or outlying parts of armies or fleets. "the unit was caught in several skir...

Isn't life grand Bernie
and we can write about it
and put in our poems.

I think you should write as you have been doing so
I love them, your glimpses into life.

Yes, but how to unfold that mystery in life
and the attraction of the genders,
the courage to act when our knees knock.

Isn't life grand.

Well, make sure I have not made mistakes Siva and best wishes with your book.

From the previous day’s reception [At yesterday's recepetion - might do] to the tying of the three knots in the presence of the fire God [If you really believe in a fire god, then capitalise, if not i.e. believe it is a myth then small 'g' as in god.] every sound is a slow moving record. Your sister...

Is this up for critique?
It could be improved.

You interveiwed Truman?
Amazing.

You have so much to tell Bernie,
Tell it.

Thank you Siva, much appreciated.

I love everything Japanese whatever they do they do to the extreme. I went there stayed a day, mesmerized, Japanese women look into your soul and smile. So for me this is brilliant without making crossword meanings it is a book of unfolding pages, one by one we dwell on the heady pictures the spash ...

Thank you Meena, much appreciated.

Thanks Bernie
So glad you are back in harness, I look forward to your poetry
reaching the dizzy heights of the IBPC again. And your presence and the others
in making this a lively forum.
I accept the nom of course, thank you.

Thank you Michael,

My apology Siva, I meant to edit these poems but got caught up in something else, I don't kow why you have an attachment and it doesn't laod for me. I will now attmept to edit your poems if that si what you want.

Workshop lights illumine his office, heat from the pot belly permeates the oak planked walls. Egbert rattles the stove door feeding anthracite nuts. He hums a song of a life lost, his homesickness palpable in his fado. John is looking edgy, the CNC powers through the cycles, he worries about interse...