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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Sleepless

by Louise Mason

11pm and I switch off the lamp
Illuminating one thousand worries in my mind.
Waking from their slumper they hiss and spit
Chasing sleep away into the night.

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Calculations

by Louise Mason

You carefully calculated the scale of deception
pushed abacus pieces from left to right
You hid X's value in Y over Z
And moved chess pieces by cover of night.

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Color Me Nude

by Lynne Shapiro

Is nude NUDE on everyone?
Skin color alone
undermines the uniformity
nude confers.

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Memories

by Mag Kushner

She was the first.
I carry her name,
our initials entwine between the flowers
on the lid of the wooden box.

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Shafilea: Life in Duty

by maliha neesa

A cry for help unheeded
Apathy where love was needed,
I never knew you, yet I am your mourner.
Another sacrifice given up to honour.

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Your Face

by maliha neesa

The first weeks came and went
Time encroaching, slowly spent.
Thoughts of you day and night,
In the despair of darkness and glare of light.

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Living In A Picture

by Maria Angeli

Truth always see's light,
I don't uderstand why you might,
Rather live dark sectet corners
Must be ugly, cold in there.

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It's 1974

by Maria Peppes

The sound of children crying.
The sound of the army boots
of all the soldiers that run past.
The sirens that are going off.

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Our love is a filthy love

by Mark Grist

Our love is a filthy love
That spends the day wrapping us
In sweated sheets
Licking the juice from our faces

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'Why of adventures more than of green spectacles?' - A response to Henry James

by Mark Grist

"We're bored. You're boring us!" The muses whine.
I explain that poetry isn't all sex and drugs and rock n roll.
Their eyes darken. One turns on the television.
Snorts and cackles intertwine with Richard and Judy.

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