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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My Heart's In This Beautiful Country

by Derek Fanning

My heart is in Ireland the meadows buzzing with insects on a summer afternoon The angel-guardians standing on top of Keeper Hill The loving wives and mothers and girlfriends Their hearts adoring you I adoring them The bantering youths playing hurling with great skill The old man singing of love over a guinness I am of the country not of the metropolis I am of the community not of anonymity I am of the highways and byways of the purple hills In the spring the trees' leaves possess a gorgeous hue; The May woodland floors are decked with a myriad bluebells - We lay upon the carpet of bluebells In the beech and birch wood Beneath the Ridge of Capard And I dreamed of an order of Druids Which loved creativity and philosophy Which prayed in oaken woods And were tender-hearted, gentle - Because it's true what the New York poet said: Whoever treads this sacred Earth without compassion in his being Is walking to his own grave My heart's in this beautiful country In its mountain regions (kneeling and praying on hill-tops) Galloping on horseback across the plains A country where there is compassion A country where there is loafing and fun My heart is in Ireland the meadows buzzing with insects on a summer afternoon The angel-guardians standing on top of keeper hill

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" Butterfly"

by Donald Falconer

Butterfly - why do you sit still softly
on the rose, silent as an earthquake to
a deaf ear? Why does your philosophy
astound and confound the finest of true

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If Only They Would Just

by Donald Mahaney

Ours is a battle of the bellicose
Whose grievances are carefully crafted
Words that are wrought, honed and hewn to atoms,
To blindly buffet and blunt the past—Selves

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