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MM's IBPC Noms and selections for March Comp, No Poll Required |
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Feb 13 10, 13:01
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Mosaic Master
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Hi all, I'd like to nominate Larry's poem, Disaster's Triage for the March IBPC competition. It is a profound poem. And for those who may not know the inside scoop, it was penned to a Robert Frost challenge to use the same format and end line words of Frost's poem, "The Road Not Taken" over in Karnak Crossing. FANTABULOUS! Good luck Larry! ~Cleo Diaster's Triage by Larry D. JenningsTin shacks and cardboard huts propped up with wood are gone. Uncaring Earth erased them. Both entombed in brick and stucco that once stood beside them. Raining down on those who could not seek a haven in the undergrowth. No judge to rule on what was right or fair, to hear the anguished pleas of those who claim they had no food or clothing they could wear. Those were interred with friends and neighbors there among the piles of rubble, and the same was true of fractured families who lay beneath the shattered buildings. All was black and dusty clouds blocked out the light of day. Some few, exhumed by those who found a way to rescue broken bodies, bring them back; are granted respite from that final sigh. Not so for many others taken hence to lie in rest with strangers. Would that I were able to assist and help them by grief’s river flowing through indifference.
This post has been edited by Cleo_Serapis: Feb 14 10, 14:30
Reason for edit: Revision update
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Feb 15 10, 18:06
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Mosaic Master
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Hello, I hereby nominate Sylvia's poem, Three Years into Limbo for the March IBPC. It is a poignant telling of dementia personified in a very clever way. A must read!!!! Best of luck! ~Cleo Three Years into Limbo by Sylvia MaclaganI was wrong. Time is gentle with you. Your mind sheds muddled memories. Each day, you’re born again. Conformist drill, primary needs, hallucinations, mirth. A broad smile greets me. You hug me - I'm your bride! -What’s in t'bag? -Cookies. … comfort, gobbling goodies. -'Tis m'fiancée, Bertha. -Oh… I say. Bertha stares vacuously. You wave your angular arms: -M'wife lives 'nudder h..h..hotel! Bertha articulates: -Do come soon. -Mmmm… I mumble. Outside, pungent evening air is a mocking lifesaver. It’s Sunday. Families stroll by with pushcarts, cyclists whizz between lazy traffic, the odd sparrow picks at garbage. I feel lonely among the dog poop, bicycles, sparrows. Families irk me. An ochre sky compresses my shoulders. I hear kitty meowing as I fiddle with keys in the lock. She twines herself around my legs, tripping me as I search for a cool drink and our dinners. My wits are awash in chaos: my dreams dream you on bygone illumined isles. Limbo has dance-stepped over to my side with sidling grotesquerie. Poetry and plans are on hold…Sylvia Evelyn, Buenos Aires, Argentina, 2010.
This post has been edited by Psyche: Feb 23 10, 01:16
Reason for edit: Revised version posted
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Feb 19 10, 09:50
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Real Name: Walter Schwim
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Congratulations Syl! A very worthy nom indeed! Good luck at the IPBC Hugz, Wally
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Feb 23 10, 01:12
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Ornate Oracle
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Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan
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Thank you very much, Wally and Lori!
(Though very surprised indeed....)
Hugz, Syl***
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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Feb 27 10, 08:13
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Mosaic Master
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Re-submission request PM'd Wally just now:We are allowed to resubmit prior entries as long as they (1) haven't won before (2) follow the standing IBPC rules and (3) are submitted in a different quarter (obviously). I really enjoyed this poem, Sickle Hand. Sickle Hand by Walter SchwimShifting hopes like windblown sands form ordered rows of crescent moons, on which a scything wind expands her heart from un-touched drifting dunes. When twilight slowly stills the land, the angry wind abates its blast. I gently take her wanting hand and hold her warm and safe at last. Before the cautious morning beams paint red her perfect desert sky my briefest kiss intrudes her dreams to be repulsed with scant goodbye. Relentless wind blows through my mind and sweeps up every tender thought. My fading footprints left behind are fast eroded, leaving naught. I curse those fickle pseudo moons that hold my empty arms at bay and curse the wind and crescent dunes that whisked my whispered kiss away. Her favor shifts like fickle sand to cover perfect lips un-kissed, extends for love her sickle hand, that with the dawn will be dismissed.
This post has been edited by Cleo_Serapis: Mar 1 10, 12:58
Reason for edit: Revision posted
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Feb 28 10, 16:46
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Mosaic Master
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Whippee! Got a "YAY" response from Wally, so I'll be submitting this one as well for the March comp. Best of luck! ~Cleo
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Mar 1 10, 09:55
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Real Name: Walter Schwim
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Please note the revised version is as follows. Larry kindly pointed out that I had nay done the corrections previously discussed. I hope it is not too late. (Rev 2 1 March 2010) Sickle Hand
Shifting hopes like windblown sands form ordered rows of crescent moons, on which a scything wind expands her heart from un-touched drifting dunes.
When twilight slowly stills the land, the angry wind abates its blast. I gently take her wanting hand and hold her warm and safe at last.
Before the cautious morning beams paint red her perfect desert sky my briefest kiss intrudes her dreams to be repulsed with scant goodbye.
Relentless wind blows through my mind and sweeps up every tender thought. My fading footprints left behind are fast eroded, leaving naught.
I curse those fickle pseudo moons that hold my empty arms at bay and curse the wind and crescent dunes that whisked my whispered kiss away.
Her favor shifts like fickle sand to cover perfect lips un-kissed, extends for love her sickle hand, that with the dawn will be dismissed.
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Mar 1 10, 12:59
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Mosaic Master
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Wally! I'll make the edit now and will be sending in the poems this evening. Best of luck! ~Cleo
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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