MAG Poetry Competition 2010 - search for new poems

About 80% of the participants in the 2010 poetry competition wished their poems to remain viewable on the website. Check these out here:

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The Conundrum

by Marc Balbirnie

Taker or bearer,
The tantilizing image of hazy mirth,
Poisonous, venomous with impurity,
Plague of Man upon Man,

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Not Just Yet

by Marc Balbirnie

Tickle, tracking and yawn with sighs to dawn
The Maker greets his man -
Luminescent and ferrel radiance
The Creature grasps and extensions are entwined

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Mrs. Suspicious

by Marco Buschini

Mrs. Suspicious,
was doing the dishes,
and was worrying about the spider in the bath.
So she called on her husband,

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Roller coaster dreams

by margaret webster

Shifting walls in mottled designs,
painted pictures, sinister lines,
menace inducing tremors of dread,
curving, bending inside my head.

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Baby

by maria bonada

My sleepy heart
Wakes after long hibernation
Stretches and flexes stiffly
Throwing out gusts of pain

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Soldiers

by Maria Janssens

Why are we marching in circles?
We’re soldiers
We’re soldiers waiting for war
That’s what soldiers are for

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Home is where the heart is.

by Marie Burrows

Chequered crinkled tablecloth
Rows upon rows of little plastic squares
Like brothers and sisters
The chips in the woodchip wallpaper

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My thoughts and you

by Marie Claire Finger

I have no reason to hate you and
you haven’t got one to hate me either.
I do not know where the awkwardness
started getting to us but I think it’s better to

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A Question Of Colour

by Mark Kirby

Each day has a night,
a chess board spilling its
opposing pieces onto a vacant table,
so only facades would enable

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A Map On Closed Eyes

by Mark Kirby

Seared across my eyelids, like lightning in the dark,
past memories strike, delivering stories and lies.
Why is it every time I close my eyes,
I bleed a little more inside?

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