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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The Hummingbird and the Firefly

by Benjamin Noble

The humming bird and the fire fly
had never had the pleasure before.
One went by day, the other at night
through the carib skies they sore

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Yesteryear

by betty mcilroy

Sepia photographs taken long ago
Bringing to life those days of yesteryear.
Smiling faces that often do not show
The hardships endured and sadness or fear.

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LOOK FOR ME ON WAR'S LAST HILL

by Bob Harrison

Cold, cold and colder still
I scrambled up that war torn hill
The place where I would meet my god
Upon a patch of frozen sod

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The Storm

by Brenda Vallow

The Storm


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Why is a body bag Black?

by Brian Wood

They talk of wisdom and the love of God
and the troops out there doing a wonderful job
they've got to be found there's no turning back
but why is a body bag Black?

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I just want a job!

by Brian Wood

A victim of circumstance - I am not
On the industrial landscape - I am a blot
I crave opportunity - And the will to live
But in this time of uncertainty - What do I have to give!

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Life & Stress

by Brian Wood

I used to go to work each day
I often wore a dress
some folk think I'm a bit strange
but I know it's just the stress!

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Thong

by Brian Wood

There was a young lady called Di
who swore that she couldn't lie
she said her bum was small
and with those long legs she was tall

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Suffering in Pain

by carole smith

Anguish caught together like spikes of pressure
Re calling the last time

Crooked and twisted like pinnacles of fate

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The Dogsbody

by Caroline Grundy

Like a swan floating calm,
serene above the surface,
I'm paddling like mad below.
Making sure the workflow flows.

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