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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Homeward Bound

by David Keyworth

Sheffield, 2359, I'm slipping off the Midland Mainline,
a lady in green company uniform
agrees I won't make my connection on time
but her friends will get me home.

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The Wedding Dress

by David Keyworth

Her Grandmother's ghost is troubling her once more.
She wakes to recall walking to school,
hymn book and boater in hand,
past her Grandparents' grave.

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Chasin Fiery Tigers

by David Swan

I chase fiery tigers tails
Sometimes I burn my fingers
I cool my fingers in turqouise waters
while the emerald jewels of the lake

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Signing on for JSA

by Debbie Jellings

In his bed, surfacing fitfully
like a reluctant to finish swimmer
I see him, a shadow in the drawn curtain
light, moving only on my out breath

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Rank Outsider

by Debbie Jellings

Because I painted my walls sketchily
always the ghost of a dark cloud,
and the uncarpeted boards of my floor
lie apart like synaptic lapses

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Remember me

by Debra Chapman

Grains of sand sift down, the seasons pass,
"You will heal" whispers told by time.
Eagerly waiting first buds of spring to lift my heart,
A cavern dark and deep a weary climb.

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Answers...

by Debra Chapman

Answers are elusive, hidden within the twisted depths,
A calm and tranquil state will reveal all they say.
Ever striving to have more of everything busying the mind,
Just to relax takes major effort at the ending of a day.

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Meadow Days

by Debra Chapman

Cerise Foxgloves rise through Rolling Meadows green,
Anticipate treasures spring will show.
Sun blessed buttercups worn in tussled hair,
Distant trickling waters slowly flow.

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I Am Rock

by Diane Simkin

I am Rock.
Born of stellar fire I rode on glaciers
and slept uncountable millennia in depths of earth.
Reshaped by magma flood I was rejuvenated, tumbled, tossed,

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Walking

by Diarmuid Fogarty

More like Hughes’s panther than Bobby Seale’s,
He occupies each burning day by placing one foot
Before the other and pacing, pacing, pacing.

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