Upcoming February IBPC 2016:

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Michael (MV)
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Upcoming February IBPC 2016:

#1 Post by Michael (MV) » 29 Jan 2016, 01:40

 
any newcomers or returnees this month, Welcome!

and here is a home link to the IBPC rules: http://ibpc.webdelsol.com/rules


Poems recommended to represent the Block are posted here in this thread, along with all IBPC required info.

When the 1-3 are decided upon, and permission granted by each author of the selected poems,

along with the all 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4/and unpublished work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)







 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming February IBPC 2016:

#2 Post by Michael (MV) » 01 Feb 2016, 09:53

 
Billy,

If you don't already have a poem committed to representing another board this February IBPC,
would you please allow Spring Came Early to represent the Writer's Block.

Please accept or decline in this thread.
If accepting, please provide all the needed info as usual.


Thanks, Billy

8)

Michael (MV)


 

 

 

 

 

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Re: Upcoming February IBPC 2016:

#3 Post by Billy » 01 Feb 2016, 16:35

Thanks Michael, I'm not representing any other board, this is my original, unpublished work.
Billy Howell-Sinnard
bhowellsinnard@gmail.com


Spring Came Early

While plum blossoms
weep in the wind
you walk over the mountain.

It accepts you fully.
Its heart is yours.
The snow at its peak

is the letter you left behind.
I look for you
through the clouds

a shadow
rising higher and higher.
I haven't eaten for two days.

Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming February IBPC 2016:

#4 Post by Michael (MV) » 01 Feb 2016, 21:49

 
Thanks, Billy, and Good luck in the finals.


I'm recommending one that bernie commented on: viewtopic.php?f=2&t=6203#p26544

Frank, if you don't already have a poem committed to representing another board this February IBPC,
would you please allow Recruitment Drive '82 to represent the Writer's Block.

Please accept or decline in this thread.
If accepting, please provide all the needed info as usual. Thanks, Frank.


Maybe I will post a poem in the next day, in the event we need a 3rd - maybe one that generated while I was workshop commenting on a poem in January.


8)

Michael (MV)

Billy wrote:Thanks Michael, I'm not representing any other board, this is my original, unpublished work.
Billy Howell-Sinnard
bhowellsinnard@gmail.com


Spring Came Early

While plum blossoms
weep in the wind
you walk over the mountain.

It accepts you fully.
Its heart is yours.
The snow at its peak

is the letter you left behind.
I look for you
through the clouds

a shadow
rising higher and higher.
I haven't eaten for two days.
 
 
 
 
 
 

FredFourth
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Joined: 29 Oct 2015, 22:25

Re: Upcoming February IBPC 2016:

#5 Post by FredFourth » 02 Feb 2016, 01:31

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 IBPC finals.


I accept the poem being put forward to represent the forum for February 2016 i.e. poems workshopped in January 2016

Recruitment India

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 spurned the offer of fellatio, glad they did
not show me their wounded holes.

It occurred to me later, that the guards
had not helped the Nigerian women.

Personnel fawned over me. How brave was I to
ignore the riots and change hotel, his head wagging.
When I spoke of the shootings, he changed the subject and said,
The Continental is so impersonal.
He meant expensive and crooked.

Passing the crossroad barrier, a Gurkha
officer pointed his baton, a soldier fired,
hitting one of the crowd. As they fled, he
turned to my Fiat pointing the way, we
sped off, crunching glass

Beckenbauer had raved, Shit country! He
had lain in a ditch for an hour, unfamiliar with India,
resenting the crowd that grabbed him. Luckily, he
was not a woman police constable. These things
happen in Britain’s former empire, life or death
hung on the edge, on the whim of a Gurkha officer.

How smart in his starched Khaki shorts
complementing his dark skin and black moustache,
his precise military movements that shed death
at the stoke of his cane.
Vishnu incarnate,
destroyer of worlds.

We left for Calcutta by Air India.Newspapers read:
'Hot irons applied Kali devotees.' Communists run amok!
Crowds had gathered to watch the castration of the
Kali monks. We did not go out much that week.

Newspapers report brides in cooking
oil fires, pay more dowry or your daughter...

A beggar woman offers her baby through the
taxi window for my blessings, She returns my
coin demanding a note.

A roadside cobbler repairs my sandal for a few
rupees content, refuses my note. He waves
me away with his blessing, a sweet gentle smile.

India's pealing temple bells, spice aromas its heavy
perfumed air, her warm humanity, the vivid
colours that jollied up our expat. lives caused us
to surrender our cares as we roistered in the taxi
music, speeding along river bank road where the
washing hung in coloured miles. Slowing for cows
that stepped daintily, that know no fear of man.

The image of Gurkha officer stays with me as does
a girl in a yellow cotton dress at home on a dung heap,
of me stepping over a beggar lying in the gutter
deadened to his plight as he to mine.

I did not lift up the untouchable who had crept
around my feet picking u crumbs.
What could I do, my guilt remains.

We left India pecking at seeds and nuts soaking up the
coolness from the air conditioning weighed down with our
company travel allowance carefully totted up and recorded.

The following day newspapers reported the latest spin:
'Raza Academy apologised, but explained that Muslims
could not have been responsible for the molestation of the
women constables as that would have been contrary to Islam.'

FredFourth
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Re: Upcoming February 2016

#6 Post by FredFourth » 02 Feb 2016, 01:35

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 nomination Michael.

Ps I thought my Cenotaph went in for December?

FredFourth
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Re: Upcoming February IBPC 2016:

#7 Post by FredFourth » 02 Feb 2016, 14:40

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

Recruitment India 1982


Thank you

Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming February IBPC 2016:

#8 Post by Michael (MV) » 02 Feb 2016, 22:01

 
Frank,


The poem now titled (upon your request) Recruitment India 1982 was posted/workshopped in early January: viewtopic.php?f=2&t=6203


also Frank,

re " 5/ I am not representing any other forum with this poem in the IBPC "

^^ in particular that phrase "with this poem";

thus I'm requesting to clarify: Frank, please confirm that you do not have any other poem representing any other board at all in the current February IBPC.

Thanks, Frank.

Michael (MV)

 
 
FredFourth wrote: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 with this poem in the IBPC

6/and the poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals.



I will then forward the 1-3 to the IBPC finals.


I accept the poem being put forward to represent the forum for February 2016 i.e. poems workshopped in January 2016

Recruitment India

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 spurned the offer of fellatio, glad they did
not show me their wounded holes.

It occurred to me later, that the guards
had not helped the Nigerian women.

Personnel fawned over me. How brave was I to
ignore the riots and change hotel, his head wagging.
When I spoke of the shootings, he changed the subject and said,
The Continental is so impersonal.
He meant expensive and crooked.

Passing the crossroad barrier, a Gurkha
officer pointed his baton, a soldier fired,
hitting one of the crowd. As they fled, he
turned to my Fiat pointing the way, we
sped off, crunching glass

Beckenbauer had raved, Shit country! He
had lain in a ditch for an hour, unfamiliar with India,
resenting the crowd that grabbed him. Luckily, he
was not a woman police constable. These things
happen in Britain’s former empire, life or death
hung on the edge, on the whim of a Gurkha officer.

How smart in his starched Khaki shorts
complementing his dark skin and black moustache,
his precise military movements that shed death
at the stoke of his cane.
Vishnu incarnate,
destroyer of worlds.

We left for Calcutta by Air India.Newspapers read:
'Hot irons applied Kali devotees.' Communists run amok!
Crowds had gathered to watch the castration of the
Kali monks. We did not go out much that week.

Newspapers report brides in cooking
oil fires, pay more dowry or your daughter...

A beggar woman offers her baby through the
taxi window for my blessings, She returns my
coin demanding a note.

A roadside cobbler repairs my sandal for a few
rupees content, refuses my note. He waves
me away with his blessing, a sweet gentle smile.

India's pealing temple bells, spice aromas its heavy
perfumed air, her warm humanity, the vivid
colours that jollied up our expat. lives caused us
to surrender our cares as we roistered in the taxi
music, speeding along river bank road where the
washing hung in coloured miles. Slowing for cows
that stepped daintily, that know no fear of man.

The image of Gurkha officer stays with me as does
a girl in a yellow cotton dress at home on a dung heap,
of me stepping over a beggar lying in the gutter
deadened to his plight as he to mine.

I did not lift up the untouchable who had crept
around my feet picking u crumbs.
What could I do, my guilt remains.

We left India pecking at seeds and nuts soaking up the
coolness from the air conditioning weighed down with our
company travel allowance carefully totted up and recorded.

The following day newspapers reported the latest spin:
'Raza Academy apologised, but explained that Muslims
could not have been responsible for the molestation of the
women constables as that would have been contrary to Islam.'
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 

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