MAG Poetry Competition 2009 - search for new poems

About 80% of the participants in the 2009 poetry competition wished their poems to remain viewable on the website. Check these out here:

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No more words

by gemma fisher

I see the way you look at me
You love me
You can't say the words
You love me

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by gemma fisher

Night time falls
Time to go
I creep downstairs
Move so slow

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by Gillian Craig

I have an elusive dimple:
one that only reveals itself
at moments of sheer happiness.

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by Gina Brown


As we sit together watching this movie for the umpteenth time, I envisage pulling your hair out, follicle by follicle- or worse, leaving you

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Will My Legs Grow Back Mummy?

by Glen Joshua

Skipping meadow girl through a rope hop,
a butterfly to the cruel spiders that lie waiting
to ambush a truce long since forgot.
With rhyming song she loops along

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Party time

by Graham Smith

Oh god,
Look at the state I'm in,
Magic mushrooms are fun
But not mixed with gin

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The Glorified Self

by Hayley Pennington

My oppressor was sent to arid places
lacking water,
And I was redirected to dance with laces
from the slaughter.

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by Heather-Jo Wilkins

Boundaries are blurred,
It's hard to tell what's real anymore
What do I want?
Could I accept a fairytale ending?

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A Ghanaian Woman

by Ian Rickard

It’s a profanity, an insanity, a sign of a lack of humanity. Not the Tiger Bay way, but maybe the way of the new Cardiff Bay. An Assembly for protecting health; a Government for creating wealth? What for? For more? What more will be lost through stealth? Someone should be ashamed, nobody of course will be blamed. Except perhaps the Ghanaian woman, who was poor and without position, who was ill and could not get permission to stay near the Bay. Turned away without dignity, It’s a profanity, a sign of a lack of humanity. It takes a village to raise a child; and a country to make an orphan.

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The Back Of Beyond

by Ian Roberts

The force of faith and the crystal of truth
May shatter before they are called the same:
Neither belief nor science can tender proof
Of a world created in a god's name.

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