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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Getting There

by Stephen Beattie

The train devours miles,
suburbia flashes past,
a speeded up slideshow
of 1930’s semi

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Funeral

by Stewart Heath

Trickling forth over sculpturesque faces
Bursting from beautiful marbly places,
Winding its way down rich pure terrain
.. but not to be bottled or sold for much gain.

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side-effects

by Stewart Heath

Womb to tomb
engrave the date,
The side-effect of birth
is Fate;

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the shakes

by summer beretsky

one limb jerks, then another.
i cannot run for cover
as the rumble underground

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Before Sleep

by Suzanne Schenk

Above my bed
On the roof
They move
House to house

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Litmus Test

by Suzanne Schenk

I held a cold mirror before you
To catch the breath of a lie
To bear out the promise
We once uttered

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The Hook

by Suzanne Schenk

She crouches on the bathroom counter
clutching her knees, tugging
her stained nightie down
again and again.

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The Last Man

by Swathi Iyer

They called him The Man, He had to be monogrammed. They- for he had none, none his own, no name given. Fixedly singular and starving, Forty-nine (in 'Eleven), The man trudged into The New World With Arrowheads and Hand-axes, A perfect stranger. Fifty-four (in 'Sixteen), Consumption silenced The Man. He took with him to his ground- A bow and a quiver of five arrows, A sock of shell-bead money, Tobacco, Three rings And flakes of stone. Fifty-four (in 'Sixteen), Them Forty-niners secured a headstone On the civilization that Gold snuffed. They called him The Man,
He had to be monogrammed.
They- for he had none,
none his own, no name given.

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Amore

by Swati Chawla

My lord, my lord
I want to fall in love again
Upon the nibbling sound of sand,

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Wasted Water

by Szymon Z. Jagiello

Often, during summertime mornings,
I watch my neighbors cleaning their cars.
I see their hands stroking the body
And the windows of their automobiles.

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