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.
Poems selected to represent the Block are posted here in this thread, 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4/and unpublished work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 are not representing in the current IBPC
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.
Please reply - accept or decline - in this thread.
Thanks,
Michael (MV)
Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
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Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
Actually, Frank, I was planning on asking you this Friday afternoon:
Frank, Ff you don't already have a poem committed to represent for another board in this upcoming June IBPC 2016,
would you like to represent with one of your poems posted between May 1st - May 31st.
^^ If so, Please post in this thread the poem as you would like it forwarded,
and All the needed info. Thanks, Frank.
Michael (MV)
FranktheFrank wrote:Michael is it allowed to suggest one's own poems?
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FranktheFrank
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Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
Michael, this is my poem for workshopping, for consideration to enter the IBPC June 2016
Name: Ieuan ap Hywel
e-mail: ieuanaphywel@aol.com
This is my original work
I am not representing any other board in the IBPC this month
This poem has not been published.
the poem is as below:
p.s. I have thought hard about the vernacular, i prefer to keep it in and mark it with italics as vernacular. I have used italics to show this is vernacular, I hope that will do, I have cut the epigraph in two and edited for present tense for the first three stanzas. The poem then changes to reporting mode i.e. past tense.
Trousered Women
Reports of trousered women and girls working underground in mines. Harnessed like
animals, they dragged heavy carts of coal . . . The greatest scandal was not the brutal work,
which damaged women’s health, but revelations that they worked topless alongside naked men . . .
Morning Chronicle, London - May 1842
He cut his way through the three foot six seam following its undulations down through
the years. Seven ton per shift, the owners call. He rarely met his bonus. He works
with candle set in cap. Scoring the undercut six foot long, wedge the top and collapse
the wall. His mate breaks up the coal, loads into the truck. The weigher measures by
mensuration, the haulier draws away the cart passing the women at level two, their
breasts shining with sweat as they pull carts by straddling the chains displaying their
cunnies through the slit in their breeches. His shift over he cadges a lift on the carts
along the five mile haul to the lift cage and ascends up to the light, to heaven, to
bird's song and clean pure air that cools his lungs. He walks to the pub to consume
two pints of bitter then makes his way back to wife and home. He soaks in a zinc bath
in front of a coal fire attended by his wife and daughter. He allows them to wash the
dirt off his back, never mind the superstition of leaving one part unwashed. One day,
Sunday, devoted to worship, reading the Bible and Chapel. He had a day off once, he
had injured his thumb and took time off at the risk of losing his job. But Dai, his
fireman, said it was allowable bearing in mind his record. They caught a train to
Newport and visited the great covered market there. He remembered sitting at a café
and eating faggots with mash and peas. They drank small cups of coffee and he
wondered that people could dine so well every day in that great city. He often thought
about that day as he worked the seam, endless it seemed, but it brought him life and
riches and kept him out of the cold rain that swept the valley in winter, out of the
howling wind that killed so many on the land. His own Da dying at forty six years, his
Mam two years later. On the odd occasion he allowed his thoughts to wonder at the
beauty of the women on level two and the perfection of their bodies, glistening in the
faint flickering light. It was, he supposed, a sin, but then God had made them that
soft lovely way had He not?
He had fifteen years to go, if the dust didn't take him. They saved for that day to avoid
the workhouse. Their wealth in the children and the children’s children, that was
their inheritance, to die in the arms of ones family. Sometimes when Dafydd was at the
end of the seam he would have a little weep, he had nightmares of the dark, alone,
entombed. Megan comforted him, understanding his despair. Ashamed to be so weak he
hid his fear and the tremors, embarrassed of thinking too much of the women, but glad too
that they gave him joy. He wished in a way he could confess to a priest, was it a
weakness that they confessed not to their pastors. Then he would pray and Ieuan who
thought all religion a sin would say, "Come on mun, don’t dwell on this misery, we’ll
drink three pints tonight."
And Dafydd, who believed all good things came from God, thanked Him for his mate Ieuan.
P.s.
Michael if the poem is selected to represent the forum is it possible to retain italics for foreign words as in my original post? If not then carry on anyway, thank you.
p.p.s. Edited - London added to Newspaper in epigraph 00:42 - 6 June 2016
Name: Ieuan ap Hywel
e-mail: ieuanaphywel@aol.com
This is my original work
I am not representing any other board in the IBPC this month
This poem has not been published.
the poem is as below:
p.s. I have thought hard about the vernacular, i prefer to keep it in and mark it with italics as vernacular. I have used italics to show this is vernacular, I hope that will do, I have cut the epigraph in two and edited for present tense for the first three stanzas. The poem then changes to reporting mode i.e. past tense.
Trousered Women
Reports of trousered women and girls working underground in mines. Harnessed like
animals, they dragged heavy carts of coal . . . The greatest scandal was not the brutal work,
which damaged women’s health, but revelations that they worked topless alongside naked men . . .
Morning Chronicle, London - May 1842
He cut his way through the three foot six seam following its undulations down through
the years. Seven ton per shift, the owners call. He rarely met his bonus. He works
with candle set in cap. Scoring the undercut six foot long, wedge the top and collapse
the wall. His mate breaks up the coal, loads into the truck. The weigher measures by
mensuration, the haulier draws away the cart passing the women at level two, their
breasts shining with sweat as they pull carts by straddling the chains displaying their
cunnies through the slit in their breeches. His shift over he cadges a lift on the carts
along the five mile haul to the lift cage and ascends up to the light, to heaven, to
bird's song and clean pure air that cools his lungs. He walks to the pub to consume
two pints of bitter then makes his way back to wife and home. He soaks in a zinc bath
in front of a coal fire attended by his wife and daughter. He allows them to wash the
dirt off his back, never mind the superstition of leaving one part unwashed. One day,
Sunday, devoted to worship, reading the Bible and Chapel. He had a day off once, he
had injured his thumb and took time off at the risk of losing his job. But Dai, his
fireman, said it was allowable bearing in mind his record. They caught a train to
Newport and visited the great covered market there. He remembered sitting at a café
and eating faggots with mash and peas. They drank small cups of coffee and he
wondered that people could dine so well every day in that great city. He often thought
about that day as he worked the seam, endless it seemed, but it brought him life and
riches and kept him out of the cold rain that swept the valley in winter, out of the
howling wind that killed so many on the land. His own Da dying at forty six years, his
Mam two years later. On the odd occasion he allowed his thoughts to wonder at the
beauty of the women on level two and the perfection of their bodies, glistening in the
faint flickering light. It was, he supposed, a sin, but then God had made them that
soft lovely way had He not?
He had fifteen years to go, if the dust didn't take him. They saved for that day to avoid
the workhouse. Their wealth in the children and the children’s children, that was
their inheritance, to die in the arms of ones family. Sometimes when Dafydd was at the
end of the seam he would have a little weep, he had nightmares of the dark, alone,
entombed. Megan comforted him, understanding his despair. Ashamed to be so weak he
hid his fear and the tremors, embarrassed of thinking too much of the women, but glad too
that they gave him joy. He wished in a way he could confess to a priest, was it a
weakness that they confessed not to their pastors. Then he would pray and Ieuan who
thought all religion a sin would say, "Come on mun, don’t dwell on this misery, we’ll
drink three pints tonight."
And Dafydd, who believed all good things came from God, thanked Him for his mate Ieuan.
P.s.
Michael if the poem is selected to represent the forum is it possible to retain italics for foreign words as in my original post? If not then carry on anyway, thank you.
p.p.s. Edited - London added to Newspaper in epigraph 00:42 - 6 June 2016
Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
1.Name:Meena.
2. e -mail address: meenas17@gmail.com
3. The poem is original.
4.It is unpublished.
5. I am not representing any other board in the current IBPC
6.
The Umbilical Cord - Invisible.
Three hours - seems like minutes -
come to term, as an exhausted
mother and new-born child
rest on in a deep nap.
The lactation flow saturates
and the seeping milk wakes
Maitiri up to nurse. The half
asleep Veda seeks the nipple
to receive the nourishment
she needs from the suckling breast.
Invincible for the invisibility,
this cordate union encouraged by the Light,
continues unsevered after birth;
the undeniable joy shared
among atheists and believers,
as the miracle of life belies science.
2. e -mail address: meenas17@gmail.com
3. The poem is original.
4.It is unpublished.
5. I am not representing any other board in the current IBPC
6.
The Umbilical Cord - Invisible.
Three hours - seems like minutes -
come to term, as an exhausted
mother and new-born child
rest on in a deep nap.
The lactation flow saturates
and the seeping milk wakes
Maitiri up to nurse. The half
asleep Veda seeks the nipple
to receive the nourishment
she needs from the suckling breast.
Invincible for the invisibility,
this cordate union encouraged by the Light,
continues unsevered after birth;
the undeniable joy shared
among atheists and believers,
as the miracle of life belies science.
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FranktheFrank
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remved
Th
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SivaRamanathan
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Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
'Divining' is my original,unpublished poem and I am not representing any other board. My mail id is sivakamivelliangiri@gmail.com
Divining
As you walk out of the house,
an ancient M.G.R. song blasts
shaking the roof as you leave,
a freshman to university studies.
From one forgotten textbook
a dead scorpion falls, only to
forecast a bright future.
Divining
As you walk out of the house,
an ancient M.G.R. song blasts
shaking the roof as you leave,
a freshman to university studies.
From one forgotten textbook
a dead scorpion falls, only to
forecast a bright future.
Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
1.Name:Meena.
2. e -mail address: meenas17@gmail.com
3. The poem is original.
4.It is unpublished.
5. I am not representing any other board in the current IBPC
6.The Poem:
Tie That binds.
Three hours - seems like minutes
come to term, an exhausted
mother and new-born child
rest on in a deep sleep.
Her lactation flow saturates
and the seeping milk wakes the sleeping mom
Maitiri up to nurse. The half
asleep Veda seeks the nipple
to receive the nourishment.
Invincible for the invisibility,
this cordate union encouraged by the light,
continues unsevered after birth;
the undeniable joy shared
among atheists and believers,
as the miracle of life belies science.
2. e -mail address: meenas17@gmail.com
3. The poem is original.
4.It is unpublished.
5. I am not representing any other board in the current IBPC
6.The Poem:
Tie That binds.
Three hours - seems like minutes
come to term, an exhausted
mother and new-born child
rest on in a deep sleep.
Her lactation flow saturates
and the seeping milk wakes the sleeping mom
Maitiri up to nurse. The half
asleep Veda seeks the nipple
to receive the nourishment.
Invincible for the invisibility,
this cordate union encouraged by the light,
continues unsevered after birth;
the undeniable joy shared
among atheists and believers,
as the miracle of life belies science.
meenas17
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FranktheFrank
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Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
Michael, can you tell what three poems you have you have sent through to the IBPC for June 2016? Thank you.
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Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
The 3 poems forwarded:
Trousered Women
Divining
Tie That binds.
Please note for future reference:
The monthly IBPC thread is not designated to be a workshopping thread.
After a poem has been selected to be one of the three, and if the poet agrees to the poem representing,
then that poem should appear there in the monthly IBPC thread in its final version as the poet would like it forwarded.
The monthly IBPC thread is for recommendations of poems, by title and poet,
and possibly by a link to the poem's thread in the workshop forum.
In the future, please conduct work-shopping of a poem in that poem's thread in the workshop forum : viewforum.php?f=2
Thanks.
And good luck to the Writer's Block in the finals.
Michael (MV)
Trousered Women
Divining
Tie That binds.
Please note for future reference:
The monthly IBPC thread is not designated to be a workshopping thread.
After a poem has been selected to be one of the three, and if the poet agrees to the poem representing,
then that poem should appear there in the monthly IBPC thread in its final version as the poet would like it forwarded.
The monthly IBPC thread is for recommendations of poems, by title and poet,
and possibly by a link to the poem's thread in the workshop forum.
In the future, please conduct work-shopping of a poem in that poem's thread in the workshop forum : viewforum.php?f=2
Thanks.
And good luck to the Writer's Block in the finals.
Michael (MV)
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FranktheFrank
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Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
I don't understand. Could you outline the process again please.
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Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
Please note:
In the initial entry of this thread, it reads:
"Poems recommended to represent the Block are posted here in this thread, along with all IBPC required info."
Perhaps "selected" is a more precise word choice; and I'm editing "recommended" to "selected."
"recommended" refers to poems being nominated & considered for selection.
Please recommend/nominate by poem's title & author.
Hi Frank (et al),
In general, please contain the workshopping of a poem in the thread where the poem is first posted in the Workshop forum.
For example, when I workshopped Trousered Women, I workshopped it in its thread in the workshop forum.
Regarding the appearance of poems in the monthly IBPC thread at Palaver:
In general, a poem selected to be one of the three for the month is then posted by the accepting poet in the monthly IBPC thread at Palaver, as the poet would like it to be forwarded.
Please keep the workshopping of poems in the workshop forum.
Frank, Good luck in the finals
Michael (MV)
In the initial entry of this thread, it reads:
"Poems recommended to represent the Block are posted here in this thread, along with all IBPC required info."
Perhaps "selected" is a more precise word choice; and I'm editing "recommended" to "selected."
"recommended" refers to poems being nominated & considered for selection.
Please recommend/nominate by poem's title & author.
Hi Frank (et al),
In general, please contain the workshopping of a poem in the thread where the poem is first posted in the Workshop forum.
For example, when I workshopped Trousered Women, I workshopped it in its thread in the workshop forum.
Regarding the appearance of poems in the monthly IBPC thread at Palaver:
In general, a poem selected to be one of the three for the month is then posted by the accepting poet in the monthly IBPC thread at Palaver, as the poet would like it to be forwarded.
Please keep the workshopping of poems in the workshop forum.
Frank, Good luck in the finals
Michael (MV)
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FranktheFrank
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Re: Upcoming June IBPC 2016:
Thank you Michael.
I have posted the following message in another forum
it occurs to me that it is very apt that I post it here as well.
Thank you Hadley
Your poem was certainly worthy of its placing, well done.
I am grateful for the courtesy shown to me by this forum and for the help received
I am aware that my work has errors, it gets me down at times, but since being here
I see improvement. This is because of the input I have received from the members. if I win awards
it is in part down to their kindnesses, thank you all.
The judges do important work on our behalf I hope they are encouraged by the
appreciation we show in our thanks and acceptance of their decisions.
Note added here
I would hate to think that we make life more difficult by querying Judges decisions
no matter how strongly one may feel.
Thank you all
I have posted the following message in another forum
it occurs to me that it is very apt that I post it here as well.
Thank you Hadley
Your poem was certainly worthy of its placing, well done.
I am grateful for the courtesy shown to me by this forum and for the help received
I am aware that my work has errors, it gets me down at times, but since being here
I see improvement. This is because of the input I have received from the members. if I win awards
it is in part down to their kindnesses, thank you all.
The judges do important work on our behalf I hope they are encouraged by the
appreciation we show in our thanks and acceptance of their decisions.
Note added here
I would hate to think that we make life more difficult by querying Judges decisions
no matter how strongly one may feel.
Thank you all