Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
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Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Voice your recommendation(s) here, and
Please let us know ASAP if you are not going to be available to represent the Writer's Block -
then we will know not to consider your poems further for this month's IBPC.
I/we will be looking for consensus - in keeping with a communal workshop environment
Which 1-3 would we like to see represent the Writer's Block in the finals?
After the 3 are selected, then will each author post - in this thread - the poem as the poet would like it forwarded,
and ALL the needed info/statements
Ideally, the only poems that really need to appear here are the final 3, when announced, hopefully by the 1st of the month, if not sooner
^^ the intent is organizational - if poems appear here before the selection of the final 3, then there is a congestion -
Until the final 3 are announced, please maintain poems & workshopping to the Workshop Forum. Thanks.
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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.
Nominated poets, please acknowledge the nomination here in this thread.
Please reply by accepting or declining the nomination - in this thread.
Please note & observe: This is not a workshopping thread.
In this thread, poems that are ultimately selected to represent the Block are then posted here
as the author would like for the poem to be forwarded
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4/and unpublished work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 don't have a poem committed to represent another board in the current IBPC. One poet one poem one board
for each monthly,
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.
Thanks
Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Siva Big House
Bob Red Spider Lilies
Judy Across the River
Bob Red Spider Lilies
Judy Across the River
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Ken's "Planters Moon"
Billy's "I Could Only Write This Today"
Siva's "Big House"
Billy's "I Could Only Write This Today"
Siva's "Big House"
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Thanks Bob I'm sitting out, would love to see others nominated.
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
I second Judy's "Across the River".
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Sure hoping others will weigh in.
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
I second BobBradshaw's Red Spider Lilies.
Siva
Siva
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Billy said he is waiting for final nod at another forum.
Bob has 2 votes
Judy has 2 votes
Siva has,said she would accept
Bob has 2 votes
Judy has 2 votes
Siva has,said she would accept
Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
I third Bob's 'Red Spider Lilies' (my favourite)
and third Judy's 'Across the River'
I second Siva's 'Big House'
Eira
Sorry I haven't been around, will be back middle to end of November
and third Judy's 'Across the River'
I second Siva's 'Big House'
Eira
Sorry I haven't been around, will be back middle to end of November
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Thank you, guys.
bobbybradshw@yahoo.com
This is my original poem, and it hasn't been published anywhere.
Neither is it at any other forum.
Red Spider Lilies
Spider lilies line our garden path,
like a crowd carrying red candles.
It's said they guide the dead
to their afterlife.
We strode this same walkway,
hands laced together.
Under August nights, we shared
moon cakes and Li Bo's poems...
By fall you had dropped your hand
for the last time from mine.
It's said red spider lilies grow
along the path where lovers last depart,
and sure enough more and more
of them leap up from the soil.
Resigned, I think of you
as too distant to be retrieved,
like a released sky lantern, drifting
towards someone else's embrace
bobbybradshw@yahoo.com
This is my original poem, and it hasn't been published anywhere.
Neither is it at any other forum.
Red Spider Lilies
Spider lilies line our garden path,
like a crowd carrying red candles.
It's said they guide the dead
to their afterlife.
We strode this same walkway,
hands laced together.
Under August nights, we shared
moon cakes and Li Bo's poems...
By fall you had dropped your hand
for the last time from mine.
It's said red spider lilies grow
along the path where lovers last depart,
and sure enough more and more
of them leap up from the soil.
Resigned, I think of you
as too distant to be retrieved,
like a released sky lantern, drifting
towards someone else's embrace
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Eira, hope you're welll
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
The 'Big House at Mambalam',is my own original poem;I am not representing any other Board and it has not been published elsewhere. My mail id is sivakamivelliangiri@gmail.com
The Big House At Mambalam
I
The cattle left Pondicherry in four wheelers
and came to T-Nagar in Mambalam,
straight to their sheds behind the house
where partitions were made for cows and buffaloes.
They settled down, they wagged off flies.
The clay pot soon filled up with kitchen waste—
the uncooked, the peels, and rice-washed water,
all for the fodder trough.
The dung used to make gobar gas
reached the kitchen through PVC pipes.
Daughter-in-law number one did puja;
she took Aarti with camphor and incense
and worshipped the behind, where the tail started,
the dung place—goddess Lakshmi resides there—
she loved to circumambulate,
feed it hummingbird-tree leaves.
The harvest Pongal was celebrated
for the worshipping of cows, buffaloes and goats.
Before the celebration, the courtyard was prepared
for the festivities, topography marked
with pointers in strategic places,
cow dung was lumped as Pillayars
every dawn at the front doorsteps
and crowned with yellow flowers.
The hierarchy of daughters-in-law vied with the daughter
of the house to draw the kolam, a rice flour artwork
with dots and loops, depicting the Sun Lord’s chariot.
Cattle with newly-painted horns in vibrant colours,
wearing huge Hare Krishna beads and mock-silver anklets,
were made to circumambulate the wood-fired brick stove.
Freshly-harvested rice boiled in jaggery, garnished
with cashew nuts and ghee brimmed over as prasad.
Respected and pampered, the cows
received the first offering.
II
Grandma and little uncle had four chicken coops
for raising broiler chickens. When floods came,
the chickens drowned,
but the cattle were led to higher plains.
Servants and vendors only dared use the side gate.
The long queue was for buying thick buttermilk.
Drumstick trees, mangoes, giant limes, guavas,
sapota, were grown at the back of the compound.
Night jasmines, ixora, wax flower, oleander,
were planted for the gods.
We did not have to purchase flowers.
A few furlongs away, Grandma had a farm
where the well was always full. Beans and gourds
intertwined and every two or three days,
we plucked greens and vegetables.
I tagged along with her to the family farm.
Inside the house’s inner courtyard, uncles sat
with hand-woven towels wrapped around their waists,
while their wives rubbed gingelly oil on their bodies
for the ritual oil bath. I vowed never to get married
if this was one of a wife’s duties,
little realizing they enjoyed it.
Now the big house is demolished, the family farm levelled,
concrete flats tower, and the well is full no more.
The Big House At Mambalam
I
The cattle left Pondicherry in four wheelers
and came to T-Nagar in Mambalam,
straight to their sheds behind the house
where partitions were made for cows and buffaloes.
They settled down, they wagged off flies.
The clay pot soon filled up with kitchen waste—
the uncooked, the peels, and rice-washed water,
all for the fodder trough.
The dung used to make gobar gas
reached the kitchen through PVC pipes.
Daughter-in-law number one did puja;
she took Aarti with camphor and incense
and worshipped the behind, where the tail started,
the dung place—goddess Lakshmi resides there—
she loved to circumambulate,
feed it hummingbird-tree leaves.
The harvest Pongal was celebrated
for the worshipping of cows, buffaloes and goats.
Before the celebration, the courtyard was prepared
for the festivities, topography marked
with pointers in strategic places,
cow dung was lumped as Pillayars
every dawn at the front doorsteps
and crowned with yellow flowers.
The hierarchy of daughters-in-law vied with the daughter
of the house to draw the kolam, a rice flour artwork
with dots and loops, depicting the Sun Lord’s chariot.
Cattle with newly-painted horns in vibrant colours,
wearing huge Hare Krishna beads and mock-silver anklets,
were made to circumambulate the wood-fired brick stove.
Freshly-harvested rice boiled in jaggery, garnished
with cashew nuts and ghee brimmed over as prasad.
Respected and pampered, the cows
received the first offering.
II
Grandma and little uncle had four chicken coops
for raising broiler chickens. When floods came,
the chickens drowned,
but the cattle were led to higher plains.
Servants and vendors only dared use the side gate.
The long queue was for buying thick buttermilk.
Drumstick trees, mangoes, giant limes, guavas,
sapota, were grown at the back of the compound.
Night jasmines, ixora, wax flower, oleander,
were planted for the gods.
We did not have to purchase flowers.
A few furlongs away, Grandma had a farm
where the well was always full. Beans and gourds
intertwined and every two or three days,
we plucked greens and vegetables.
I tagged along with her to the family farm.
Inside the house’s inner courtyard, uncles sat
with hand-woven towels wrapped around their waists,
while their wives rubbed gingelly oil on their bodies
for the ritual oil bath. I vowed never to get married
if this was one of a wife’s duties,
little realizing they enjoyed it.
Now the big house is demolished, the family farm levelled,
concrete flats tower, and the well is full no more.
Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
I would like to nominate Bob's "Emily Dicxkinson" poem for inclusion.
Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
And thank you for the nomination:
(tell me if I'm doing this right)
Judy Thompson
thompson_wp@tds.net
Yes, this is my own original work and
unpublished
I have no other commitments regarding this poem on other sites:
Across the River
we stand at the edge of a field, empty
except for new fallen snow
and the promise of wheat
beneath the snow; stand
in the field looking at the city
across the river, blue and silver,
the color of water at sunrise
water giving back the sunrise
to people who walk up and down,
people on stone streets in shoes
that have never felt plowed ground,
hands that never touched turned earth;
they never look across the empty river
to wonder at wheat moving in the wind,
and the wind
(tell me if I'm doing this right)
Judy Thompson
thompson_wp@tds.net
Yes, this is my own original work and
unpublished
I have no other commitments regarding this poem on other sites:
Across the River
we stand at the edge of a field, empty
except for new fallen snow
and the promise of wheat
beneath the snow; stand
in the field looking at the city
across the river, blue and silver,
the color of water at sunrise
water giving back the sunrise
to people who walk up and down,
people on stone streets in shoes
that have never felt plowed ground,
hands that never touched turned earth;
they never look across the empty river
to wonder at wheat moving in the wind,
and the wind
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
You did it right.
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Kenneth
I have further edited the "Big House' poem.Please take a look before posting the last edited version.
Siva Ramanathan
I have further edited the "Big House' poem.Please take a look before posting the last edited version.
Siva Ramanathan
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Just make sure it's on this page the way you want it so Michael can forward
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Yes, Kenneth.
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Thanks, Kenneth, for assisting with the thread.
As I'm reading it, I will forward the poems here in this thread by Judy, Bob, and Siva on the 4th.
If any of you 3 have any changes to make to your poem; please edit your poem here in this thread
ASAP - today - the 3rd -
Thanks, and Good Luck in the finals.
A creative week to every one
Michael (MV)
As I'm reading it, I will forward the poems here in this thread by Judy, Bob, and Siva on the 4th.
If any of you 3 have any changes to make to your poem; please edit your poem here in this thread
ASAP - today - the 3rd -
Thanks, and Good Luck in the finals.
A creative week to every one
Michael (MV)
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Re: Upcoming November IBPC 2019:
Ken and Michael
Thank you Michael and Ken,for making this possible. I also did my best.I worked on it for two months.
Siva
Thank you Michael and Ken,for making this possible. I also did my best.I worked on it for two months.
Siva