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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A Bend in the Road

by Rachel Irven

I am driving home.
Thoughts ranging over a busy day
Comfortable in my world.
Outside my cocoon, headlights pierce the darkness,

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Waltz

by Rachel Powell

“Well, quite.” he says from his chair,
Ensconced in the corner and moulded to his form.
The blinds, blanched from daily glare
Hide a grey sky emptying its contents in a steady stream.

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Sonnet

by Richard Welch

My boot makes mockery of a puddle,
Mirroring the buzz of bass in my brain.
Another night out bashing the cocaine
Rots the mind. Home life is bloody awful.

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Les Amants (The Lovers) on Magritte

by Richard Welch

Just you wait Georgette,
I swear, you are going to wish
you had never been born!

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My Land

by Robert Harding

My Wales, my land.
My ball is round not oval.
A flag of confusion.
A nation unknown.

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A Night at the pub with Ted and Dylan

by Robert Harding

My view mingles through the dreaded hue and cry as
Staggered figures lean across the oceanic rust.
Mind opens to see the two giants
And I respect the growth beneath my feet.

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I

by Rody White

I,
Cantturn a blind eye,
On the fourth of July,
To the Asianfruitfly,

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supplies for winter

by Ross Newport

Just as the squirrel gathers his supplies for winter
I must prepare for the cold and bitter winds of rejection
The most fearsome winter could not ready a man for the cruelties delivered by the seasons of the heart
Nor could the most abundant spring allow him to anticipate the unrestricted beauties lavished upon the Sole by the smell of your hair

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Tea

by Ruby Robinson

Somehow you led me home and told me again
of the emperor Shennong’s cup of warm spring water
under a tree of falling leaves. The way some leaves
fell in, browning the water. In Namche Bazaar

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It's raining

by russell brierley

I awoke early
and sat on the edge of the bed,
I leaned forward to look through the crack in the curtain.
I saw the faint reflection of my eye,

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