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Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 27 Nov 2019, 10:59
by Michael (MV)
Voice your recommendation(s) here, and

Please let us know ASAP if you are not going to be available to represent the Writer's Block -

then we will know not to consider your poems further for this month's IBPC.

I/we will be looking for consensus - in keeping with a communal workshop environment

Which 1-3 would we like to see represent the Writer's Block in the finals?

After the 3 are selected, then will each author post - in this thread - the poem as the poet would like it forwarded,

and ALL the needed info/statements

Ideally, the only poems that really need to appear here are the final 3, when announced, hopefully by the 1st of the month, if not sooner

^^ the intent is organizational - if poems appear here before the selection of the final 3, then there is a congestion -

Until the final 3 are announced, please maintain poems & workshopping to the Workshop Forum. Thanks.



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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4/and unpublished work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 don't have a poem committed to represent another board in the current IBPC. One poet one poem one board
for each monthly,

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)




 

 

 

 

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 01 Dec 2019, 21:15
by BobBradshaw
I nominate Judy's "When They Make a Movie of your Life", Frank's "A Sparrow Found" and Ken's "The Annunciation".

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 02 Dec 2019, 05:43
by Kenneth2816
Thanks Bob. I cannot accept.

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 02 Dec 2019, 21:19
by FranktheFrank
Much appreciated Bob for the nom, but I am planning
to put this one out.

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 02 Dec 2019, 22:25
by judyt547
thanks, Bob.

Update 12/3 re Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 04 Dec 2019, 00:07
by Michael (MV)
 
I 2nd Bob's nom-nod for Judy's soundtrack poem


And how about one from Bob, if available - and if so, then, Bob, which one would you prefer


and fittingly Eira's remembrance of Christmases past poem



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Michael (MV)


 
 
 
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Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 04 Dec 2019, 00:11
by BobBradshaw
“Beethoven Dying” is as available. I will post later today. Thx, Michael

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 04 Dec 2019, 00:55
by judyt547
Judy Thompson

thompson_wp@tds.net

the poem is mine,
it's unpublished
and not on any other board


When They Make The Movie of Your Life

You open the mailbox
with a gesture
so commonplace
that only the sound of
high-pitched violins
would alert the audience
that a pivotal,
life-changing scene is about to
unfold. In the morning
after the return mail
has been sent--to the accompaniment
of more violins in a minor key--
your life, not yet visibly changed,
will move forward to the next scene,
the one with guitars.

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 04 Dec 2019, 00:57
by judyt547
I second the other two choices, as well. And thank you.

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 04 Dec 2019, 01:21
by BobBradshaw
BobBradshaw
bobbybradshw@yahoo.com
Poem is original, unpublished and not nominated in any other forum

Beethoven Dying


I held my old friend’s trembling hand
as he spoke of better times.

He hummed an unrecognizable tune,
and spoke of a work that would be like no other.
For weeks he had wrestled with it, never
writing any of it down.

Gripping his pain-wrenched gut,
Beethoven fell back into a sweat.
My wife mopped his brow, and he smiled
before closing his eyes.

That was the last time he was aware
of others around him...

Legend has it thunder
rumbled outside his window
two nights later,
when he defiantly raised his fist

at the darkness awaiting him,
but then his hand fell to his side,

his hair
a gray and black storm of curls
strewn across his pillow,
and his jaw set, as it always was
when he had work to do
and a long night
ahead.

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 04 Dec 2019, 03:42
by capricorn
Thank you Michael, and I accept.
I had come to nom Bob's Beethoven Dying, so glad this has been chosen - also to second Judy's poem.

Re: Upcoming December IBPC 2019:

Posted: 04 Dec 2019, 03:54
by capricorn
Eira Needham presentideaseira@hotmail.com
My original work, not published elsewhere or representing another forum


Christmas Remembrance

Warmed by a familiar whiff of Rose
Eau-De-Cologne, from the perfume
counter, I remember

wondering, what shall I buy her?
Fingering a shilling in my pocket, I spot
the tiny bottle with pink ribboned neck.

Holly print covered the newspaper
padding that made the gift look enormous.
She’ll never guess what’s inside.

Awake before the sun, anticipation
churning, my hand zig-zagged down
the quilt - He’s been!

Mint humbugs and a cotton-whiskered
sugar mouse nestled in a paper bag,
a flower clip and tiny china dog, wrapped

in tissue. Tucked in the foot of the nylon
stocking, a tangerine rubbed walnut shells.
After breakfast my mother unwrapped those

umpteen layers, eyes crinkled with laughter.
As she hugged me, I inhaled the sweet
fragrance dabbed behind her ears.

Today our Christmas table is laden with turkey
dinner spread across her embroidered holly cloth
- one place now vacant.

Candles lighted, wine poured, crackers pulled
with a clap, I join the laughter until I glance
at the chipped china spaniel on the shelf.