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Ok, your poem, but the light given to men is different in intensity, see the parable of the talents, one had 5, another 3 and yet another 1 talent.

Billy You may feel I am being picky or negative for the sake of it, but I don't see that the light is the same. Reason and experience tells me that the light from the sun varies and for the following reasons: 1. The Sun is millions of miles nearer or more distant depending on its cycle, that is why ...

Yes, same person, will have to think.

I suppose this title means Heart February Poem? or Love of a February Poem? and a religious theme throughout?

They knew little English. Counter girls simper, gaijins arrive, kowtow and giggle at the big noses. A hotel box fitted with bathroom, a television and bed with duvet. Japan apparently short of space or a small people short of leg room Winding streets, narrow for even smaller cars. Shinsho-ji-Temple ...

Congratulations Billy for Honourable Mention IBPC December 2016.

Michael, if its not too late please change the title to:

Recruitment India 1982


Thank you

I am getting confused, this is for poems workshopped in January 2016 is it not? I am asking as my other poem 'The beginning of the End' may be representing another board for poems workshopped in February 2016. So if this is for work workshopped in January I am OK. Just to be sure. Thank you for the ...

1/Ieuan ap Hywel 2/Ieuanaphywel@aol.com 3/This is an original poem of mine 4/it is an unpublished poem 5/ I am not representing any other forum in the IBPC for poems posted and workshopped in January 2016 6/and the poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals. I will then forward the 1-3 to the...

Fair enough Michael, thanks. I was hoping it was good enough for the IBPC.

No Its a sort of explanation of the poem and some marks on a critique, shall I take it off?

The sticky thread's an art, a living,

There is no apostrophe in Sticky, it cannot mean: The sticky thread is an art if it is then you must use 'is', an apostrophe is not correct.

It must mean: The sticky thread, an art, a living.

In my opinion.

Siva, always a space after a comma.

Thanks Billy glad you liked, you don't have to pull any punches with me, say what you really think.

I was looking at your poem 'Winterset', your first lines are: Your dwarf Tangelo is frostbitten. . . and those lines baffled me at first, and too me some time to figure out, and I loved that. I originally though a person by the name of Tangelo, not knowing there was a fruit by that name. I wondered ...

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He cried for two nights, his dad told me down the line. Let me speak to him. His voice impersonal, distant, trying to be brave. I wanted to gently wipe his tears as I do when he stays the week. Grandpa told me, he told his dad, his voice quavering, I didn't believe him and now I know. It hurts, uns...

Because, indeed, because they have seduced My people, saying, ‘Peace!’ when there is no peace Ezekiel 13:10 Explosions heard at the France - Germany soccer match, players dribble without commitment, something is wrong, the crowd sing the La Marseillaise as they exit the stadium, assassins with Kala...

Dad held court with so many tenants, I thought as a child that he was the manager of the building. As I got older I saw he ran a much larger organisation, always busy and surrounded by colleagues. The meetings would go on all day with people queuing to see him. Evenings were our special times, Mum d...

Mrs Jones Little - Mrs Jones Big, Annie Cwm and Annie Fach, down the twmps - back of the gwt. Anon. 2016 Telephone rings, the antipodes, Australia, a surprise. We speak of family, discuss theology, teach and learn. Ardent Calvinists, a hated breed. She can finish my thrust before I can articulate p...

Dang Bernie, You are spoiling me.

But I like it. : )

Well Thanks Bernie, nice to see you here. I thought Michael might like it for next moth, worth a shot. I worked a lot on this in the summer, I feel its ripe now.

The hotel foyer in turmoil, Nigerian women argue loudly about their taxi fare. I wished I had been as brave with my Sikh driver who had scammed me mercilessly. Hijras smothered in kajal accost me, I settle for one hundred rupees. Aravan, not greedy.Oh! that the Sikh would become her devotee. I spurn...

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Thanks Michael, much appreciated.

The atheist is mistaken in thinking a priest can take away the night terror that comes suddenly with the shadow of death. No, the hold of the priest is reserved for men of superstition: the pagan in the jungle who is afraid of witchdoctors, who shakes at the thought of spells or the man who sees gho...