MAG Poetry Competition 2011 - search for new poems

About 44% of the participants in the 2011 poetry competition wished their poems to remain viewable on the website. Check these out here:

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Love note to a dear friend

by Hilda Carere

Here he goes again, with euphemisms of Jack and Jill and how Barbie and Ken went out to play.
Meanwhile I sit by the banks of the DeGrey, taking in the beauty of the landscape,
as an old man strums his old guitar to a tune resembling a dirge.

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Poem For Christmas 2010

by ian holt

What images flood in
On waking this cold Christmas day?
A clutch of starving children drift away
Their mother, belly swollen close to time

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Flowers Getting Wet

by Ian Rickard

The dawn breaks.
The sky makes shadows on a crisp new morning.
Sleepy-eyed, I tumble out of bed.

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by Ibiere Addey

Sapella, the hand that snatches at the bite of nature
A birth within writes ones future and tells the strength of all
Sapella different to all creatures as she views within

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Twisted Fate

by Isabelle Coy-Dibley

Alice bit from the apple, deliciously red
As she fell to the ground looking quite dead.
The bare stone so cold as she curled up in pain,
And as pale as snow white she whispered in vain:

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by Isabelle Coy-Dibley

As Cinderella bit her nails
And slyly scratched her ass,
The Prince realized pretty quick
That she had little class.

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by Isabelle Coy-Dibley

I must ask once more since I’ve forgotten.
This always happens to me...
As I’ve grown old, I’ve lost my mind,
Or maybe I gave it away?

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Sulphur & Silence

by Ivor Kelly

It was out of the blue that day, no warning, no phone calls with
code-words, nothing, just death destruction and disappointment.

My daughter, my only daughter was walking down Talbot St in inner city Dublin that day at that particular time,

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by James Fennell

Where the pregnant ocean rose, bellied
Skin of the elephant seal splitting timbers
Against the cliff of our arrangements.
You gone into the Karoo,

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Fish Art

by James Kloss

How horribly powerful it is
to act as an arbiter of art.

Referee of wind

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