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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Soft Touch

by Thomas Williams

For Serge Serykh, his wife, Tatiana, and his stepson

Your life is not worth one of mine
but three,

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Misanthrope

by Tim Davis

Driven to despair along the road of self loathing
The journey never ends, waiting for my heaven.
I see, I feel this hatred, bearing down on me
And I am all but nothing.

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Forlorn of Hope

by Tim Davis

I lurk in the shadows of despondency,
A decaying deity
Desperate and desolate.
Daily façade washed with forlorn

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Blaze

by Tim Davis

Chilling silence you always keep on your face
I’m guessing that this is more than just a phase
Empty staring look with your frosted careless glaze
Crumbling and desolate, the temple now decays.

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Inferior

by Tim Davis

Another day I feel the drain and another time for fate
What I am now and where I’m at
Is a place darkened with a callous hate.
My worthless existence, as you have frequently reminded me

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Flogging the Dead Horse

by Tim Davis

I’ve asked you before and you never seem to listen
You keep telling yourself this and see where it gets you
Momentarily distracted as you rack up the next line
Whatever is next I know this won’t get through.

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DERWENTWATER'S CLOCKS

by TIM SANSOM

Look at this street.
Do I remember it?
I have roamed about these pale buildings in dreams.

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ALABASTA COFFICUS

by TIM SANSOM

Why is it you look so defeated? So broken ,compliant and wan?
I’ve walked with ‘The Eloy’ too long you see. I’ve walked with ‘The Eloy’ too long.
You never seem to object to injustice, or speak out when something is wrong?
I’ve bathed with ‘The Eloy’ too long you see I’ve talked with ‘The Eloy ‘too long.

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Rant

by TL Wyachai

Writing as an act of self-defence
Writing as an act of violence
Writing as an act of anger
Writing as a punch to faith

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A rook was at work

by Tom Sutton

I heard a scuttle,
looked up:

a rook was at work,

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