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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Timeless Tides

by Sari Beastall

It was the ocean that wrote the first mystery,
Ever deeper than the hearts of you and I.
The ageless tides have claimed and held the youth of many,
Yet share the salted tears as families cry.

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The Solomn World

by Sari Beastall

It is a solemn world that has grown from the scars
Of a land once carefree and proud,
And the morning sky never shy before
Dresses in the thick grey of the cloud.

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Entrenched Upon Another's Wound

by Seán Ó Murchadha

Entrenched upon another’s wound
The darkness sets and song and sweet perfume
Of morning fill the starry sky with blue,
Above a deep-dug tomb,

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Feeding Time

by Seán Ó Murchadha

A row of Guinness-grizzled faces.
Their backgathered thoughts slipped silently away
In seasick waves washed out
To come ashore in other times and other places.

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For Springtime

by Sephen Hunsdale

For months of winter rain
Four months of endless pain
And heartache

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Gaddafi Time

by Sharon Spurgeon

Jealous Leo will kill him by pen of UN
Oil slick, smell, the tar will burn
The meat offering charge first the son
The nation will rule and the spoilers will run

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To Whom It May Concern

by Sherese Gentles

If you are going to write the words of my story
Tell them I was young and unworthy.
Laying in the black of night, crying sorely
For fear of attaining my expected glory.

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For fine lines

by Shona Albouy

She gazes, alabaster blank,
touched up to seem untouched,
devoid of life and lines,
from laughing, losing

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Last degrees

by Shona Albouy

Like a king, carved and placed
atop his tomb, you lay,
though you were not yet stone.

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Word Play

by Shona Albouy

I'm a pun-loving kind of girl,
fond of the way that words can weigh
heavy or subtle on the scale.

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