Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 9:56 pm
Many thanks to those who participated in making nominations for our IBPC submissions this month. We thank our nominees for allowing us the pleasure of having them represent WPF in the competition.
To our entrants, please look over the poems. The poems will be submitted on May 3rd, as they appear below. If the entrants have any edits or corrections to the poems, please send them to me at mjm@wildpoetryforum.com by the morning of May 3rd. If you come upon this notice late and you have edits, please send me any edits anyway. I will try to have the submission updated before it's sent to the judge.
As a reminder, if there are no or not enough IBPC nominations in any given month from the membership, we choose from the eligible poems (those poets who gave permission) from the prior month. So, if your poem was not selected in any given month, please know that you still might have an opportunity for it to be submitted the following month.
Congratulations to our entrants and best of luck in the competition!
Love,
M
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May 2017 IBPC Submissions from Wild Poetry Forum
Poem # 1
Title: Let No Man
Author: Laura Ring
When words achieve a certain antiquity –
dolorous. Goodly. Afeared –
they get to retire.
They fade from our pages, lips,
and take up residence in hymns
and rites of passage.
I have been thinking about asunder.
How we break up with boyfriends.
Lovers. End it with comrades. Mentors.
But ties blessed by the gods are put asunder.
That sounds like something a god would do –
like a thunderclap, a schism in the ether.
Some cosmic weapon the fates use
to sever us from the living.
And shouldn’t it take something big
and biblical to break us? To send us into exile?
In Sweden, the refugee children
fall into fairy tale sleep
when they hear they are being deported.
It’s called Resignation Syndrome.
But it’s a sundering, isn’t it? A sheering
of tiny roots newly dipped, like toes
into mythical North.
Sometimes the body speaks when language
fails us.
If we would act like gods, we should sound
like them. In the law books. Newscasts.
Executive orders.
Today, at the border –
put asunder:
The huddled masses.
The dream-dead children of others.
-END-
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Poem # 2
Title: Perhaps This
Author: Andrew Dufresne
Poor simpleton. Poor human bones.
Poor soul that sees nothing fine.
Where is the sun that was born yesterday?
It came out of the egg to crave the egg.
Poor creature that drinks, trembles.
Poor sad-eyed vibrating creature.
Where is the brutal heaven to ascend to?
It sticks out its tongue, runs away from you.
Poor meat doll, poor puppet with veins.
Poor voyage to the star of every day.
A ripple of air crosses an empty night.
Poor ant drags a crumb of consciousness.
-END-
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Poem # 3
Title: Fairy Wings
Author: Patricia
can you find fairy wings
in the aftermath ash,
settled like glistening bits
of Tiffany's glass?
or unicorns in defoliated forests
weeping golden tears
upon the last blades of grass?
will a geiger counter, stil count
the heart beats of giants
fallen to earth?
the pied piper play
to his starving mice
when all the fields are brittle
burned to a crunch.
oh! what glory will we see
when we eat the mushroom
Alice...
-END-
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To our entrants, please look over the poems. The poems will be submitted on May 3rd, as they appear below. If the entrants have any edits or corrections to the poems, please send them to me at mjm@wildpoetryforum.com by the morning of May 3rd. If you come upon this notice late and you have edits, please send me any edits anyway. I will try to have the submission updated before it's sent to the judge.
As a reminder, if there are no or not enough IBPC nominations in any given month from the membership, we choose from the eligible poems (those poets who gave permission) from the prior month. So, if your poem was not selected in any given month, please know that you still might have an opportunity for it to be submitted the following month.
Congratulations to our entrants and best of luck in the competition!
Love,
M
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May 2017 IBPC Submissions from Wild Poetry Forum
Poem # 1
Title: Let No Man
Author: Laura Ring
When words achieve a certain antiquity –
dolorous. Goodly. Afeared –
they get to retire.
They fade from our pages, lips,
and take up residence in hymns
and rites of passage.
I have been thinking about asunder.
How we break up with boyfriends.
Lovers. End it with comrades. Mentors.
But ties blessed by the gods are put asunder.
That sounds like something a god would do –
like a thunderclap, a schism in the ether.
Some cosmic weapon the fates use
to sever us from the living.
And shouldn’t it take something big
and biblical to break us? To send us into exile?
In Sweden, the refugee children
fall into fairy tale sleep
when they hear they are being deported.
It’s called Resignation Syndrome.
But it’s a sundering, isn’t it? A sheering
of tiny roots newly dipped, like toes
into mythical North.
Sometimes the body speaks when language
fails us.
If we would act like gods, we should sound
like them. In the law books. Newscasts.
Executive orders.
Today, at the border –
put asunder:
The huddled masses.
The dream-dead children of others.
-END-
_______________________________
Poem # 2
Title: Perhaps This
Author: Andrew Dufresne
Poor simpleton. Poor human bones.
Poor soul that sees nothing fine.
Where is the sun that was born yesterday?
It came out of the egg to crave the egg.
Poor creature that drinks, trembles.
Poor sad-eyed vibrating creature.
Where is the brutal heaven to ascend to?
It sticks out its tongue, runs away from you.
Poor meat doll, poor puppet with veins.
Poor voyage to the star of every day.
A ripple of air crosses an empty night.
Poor ant drags a crumb of consciousness.
-END-
__________________________
Poem # 3
Title: Fairy Wings
Author: Patricia
can you find fairy wings
in the aftermath ash,
settled like glistening bits
of Tiffany's glass?
or unicorns in defoliated forests
weeping golden tears
upon the last blades of grass?
will a geiger counter, stil count
the heart beats of giants
fallen to earth?
the pied piper play
to his starving mice
when all the fields are brittle
burned to a crunch.
oh! what glory will we see
when we eat the mushroom
Alice...
-END-
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