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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My blog is very popular

by Joe Shier

My blog is very popular
It has millions of readers
But theydon’t leave comments
Because they wouldn’t change a thing

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The word for lost

by John Keenan

Non parlo italiano
What did I say that made you disappear
Into the old town’s labyrinth
Of white houses so tightly packed

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Dragonfly blues

by John Keenan

All, nothing, all, nothing, this dragonfly,
Its hundred, tiny sapphires sparkling in
The bright, June sun, hovers on wings as
Light as breath, criss-crossed with silver filigree,

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The accidental gifts of birds

by John Keenan

Autumn went out like a bedroom light
When you upped sticks and left the nest.
The accidental gifts of birds were gone,
Feathers on paths, books on the toilet floor.

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The Storm

by Johnny Dod

Raindrops fall and I hear you call
My name
Thunder rumbles lightning crumbles
My name

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The Archon Sits.

by Jonathan Hyde

The Archon sits upon the stone cold throne
He awaits honor and grace, 'gifts' from those displaced.
The stolen heartbeats from the red breasts nest.
Now bow before the pride of a face made up of many faces.

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I am a work in progress.

by Jonathan Hyde

I am a work in progress
A poem without conclusion
With heartbeat words that float away from the pale leaf
For their frame is not yet constructed, the pattern incomplete.

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Joy

by Joseph Hobbs

Elusive. Invasive. Intrusive and evasive,
Perpetually teasing, but it's always persuasive.

Surprising and eager, joy comes to greet her -

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Pendant o' Peril

by Joshua Brown

If I could only find the words, grasp the words, claim them as my own

I would forge them together in blistering cold, persisting flames

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A Visit to South Africa

by Joy Thomas

Dogs barking, alarms ringing,
windows closed, barred against intruders.
Another night in South Africa.

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