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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Little Hands, Little hearts

by Ashwini Sridhar

Her little hands blistered
Her little fingers bleeding
She works on her knees
Big eyes, pleading

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To Horace

by Avner Kornblum

Not to Horace the philosopher do I write these lines
but to Horace the hog who graced our home
and disgraced himself too from time to time.

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Phoenix

by Avner Kornblum

The fire of hate that burned in my breast
has dulled and become embers of pain.
I can even forgive those who take from the rest,

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News Of The World

by Ben Jones

Man in suit, reading news. Is he even real?
Snorting snout and smuggest smiles COMPASSION he’s yet to feel

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The Choice of Royalty

by Ben Wheeler

On April 29th Prince William's bride
Appeared resplendent on her father's arm.
No art had failed to amplify the charm
And beauty that so naturally reside

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the poem as seduction

by Bernard Brooks

if this poem
were like a key turning in the oiled lock of your flesh,
each phrase a seed drilled into fresh ploughed soil,

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Throwing Apples At The Sky

by Bernard Brooks

In the hospice garden
We threw apples at the sky,
While your dad lay dying.

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From this mist

by Bernard Brooks

From this mist ladled morning,
Shot with the suns soft red rays,
Comes the usual awakening,

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As if the...

by Bernard Brooks

As if the polysyllabic sugared pill
As if the leather couch and knowing ear
As if the disputed, reframed thought

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O

by Bob Sharkey

One monument is a tree stump.
A bird high in the firs had warned him to avoid that graveyard.
The firs tower over the stones of pioneer woodsmen, their wives.

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