MAG Poetry Competition 2010 - search for new poems
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I lie awake at night, thinking,
Bit Part in a Historical Re-enactment
A rough brown shawl hung down her front
her breasts' edges
Her one remaining eye is a beacon,
blue as sea-ice.
As my lips are prised open
The sugary dew embraces my tastebuds
The viscous, yet, delectable taste of a minor victory
Worth nothing to many but can be the lever
The Purest Morning
The day I wake up and smile at the sun
I will hold no contempt for man and his machinations
The day I wake up and breathe in the stale air
I will help the man on the ground I turn my nose out
Death Powder Grunts
Your hypocrisy’s pissing me off,
Chalking the minds of the limited.
Bankers, politicians, journalists, freaks;
There is a half empty
on the coffee table
between the three of us.
Before Dawn in Spring.
sky is like one big black fucking eye.
There is no
One day I will climb again to Angle Tarn
where we heard the ice stretch-sigh like ghosts from fathoms low.
We carried on to Rossett Pike for the view to Mickleden,
the drumlins drawn in shadow.
The Wail of the Azan
On a cloudy morning,
The sound of the Azaan
wafts to my ears,
I sit in my small cubicle,