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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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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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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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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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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'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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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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The Cave

by Mark Johnstone

I once went down a deep dark cave to see what I could find.
The voices followed down the trail, the light it lagged behind.

The muscles tightened round my eyes, my eyebrows burrowed in.

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LEAD ME, LEADER

by Mark Richardson

There are other ways to skin a cat, so why do you kill this morning?
Giving me your cold shoulder was enough to start our moaning
Your pigeon chest and legs astride, this kingdom awaits your order

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MIND GAMES

by Mark Richardson

If you could read my mind, what a tale my headwould tell
A penny for my thoughts you say, but would i let them sell
Let me in but shut me out, with your silly little games
it's never ending chaos, for one like you there's names

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