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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Past

by Darina Tepavitcharova

He is lying there,
In the bed we share.
The clock is ticking,
I can see him thinking.

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Numbness

by Darina Tepavitcharova

Numbness is the silence,
The silence of you heart.
You stare at your mirror,
And it's portrait lies.

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Beatin’ the booze

by Darren Beaney

A snarl from a bottle of gin
beer cans give me an evil grin.
Wine when corked only sneered
a cream liqueur that whistled and jeered.

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Aneurysm

by David Barrera

The road stretched before us,
The sting on our tongue of cheap liquor ground us.
I can feel the pebbles of the asphalt beneath me.
Cool to the onset of the evening light.

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His Last Words

by David Swan

He hung there like a fake Rembrandt,
Beautiful but false.
His slender arms stretched like
Twisted towels,

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What Matters

by David Swan

What matters are stars born from emptiness,
and crumpled quilts on children’s unmade beds.

What matters most is my mother, cancer

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Isn't it twee

by Dawn Reeves

Isn’t it twee

Isn’t it twee, sipping tea, in sleepy suburbia.
With middle class mums bouncing Bailey and Bethany and Beatrice

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Nightmare

by Dayna Zoldan

Black.
Pitch black.
Falling.
Falling.

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Your Animal Default

by Debbie Jellings

This morning, while I’m having second dunk,
you lean down, freshly towel sloughed
with the simple grace of a fawn

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Sun-Flecks In Our Hearts

by Derek Fanning

The Light Shone and the Darkness was repelled - Young Fionn stepped forward, beautiful and wise He ran through the bleakness with happy cries And laughed with joy when the death-bell knelled. Who among you can step up to Fionn's plate? Who among you can reach the level he attained? Will you and you be ignobly shamed? Will you and you not be worth a rate? Life is short and Heaven awaits us The world about us is miraculous glorious - The song-birds carolling, the wild beasts licking, The burren flowers opening, the noble stallion kicking - We should strive to match this beauty - Sun-flecked, echoing in our souls, the sea.

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