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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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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TRAFFICKED

by caroline hawkins

I lie on my back and anticipate pain
As I wait to be ravaged again and again
I think "my life hasn't always been like this"
But of lately it's been more hit than Miss.

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Single Mother

by caroline hawkins

Single mother struggles hard
Children playing in the yard
She has changed now, must be strong
Daddy isn't here now, he's long gone.

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All Beacuse Of You

by Caroline Mandelbaum

All Because of You

To scream at the top of my lungs, to run through a field full grass
To climb to the top of a mountain, to shatter a room full of glass

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THREE ORANGE CATS

by Carroll Miles

I live in a house near three orange cats.
One's small, one's medium, one's gorgeously fat.

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Raining Rocks and Sheep

by Charlene Blackwell

From Llanberis near the steamer's track
peak in sight, no going back.
Twelve of us guardians
nineteen young hooligans

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Father

by Charlotte Beard

I knew a moment, a reunion.
You lifted me onto your shoulders, happily
carried my weight.
The heaviness of memories,

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Glass

by Charlotte Beard

I gave you a kaleidoscope so you could see the world.
That is the plot.
Your cylindrical gaze rose
over the desert,still you saw a mosaic of glass,

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manchesters gay village

by chris dommett

It's so grotesque to see,
The live stock strolls in
Like lambs to the slaughter.

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