MAG Poetry Competition 2010 - search for new poems

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Blue Light 6

by Paul de Aragon

One Two;
In an ever Defining curve
Sea Race
Unto in Another...

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Inauguration

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by Paul Hamilton

Up high wires, suspending old beliefs, a crow caws then drop
its head.
Fascinated by repletion, drawn in winged movement, she
watches below,...

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THE PARADOX

by paul mcguire

My spirituality is like a tide, it ebbs and flows;
it flows out to the great unknown needing to know ,
and then it retreats back to the great big ocean of being,
both worlds...

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The Magnetic Donkey

by Paul Nash

Among the space debris in memory’s field
You caught the light, your plastic smile intact
With all the mystery of your simple act,
That lifelike stubbornness that so appealed,...

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KILKENNY LONDONER

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by Paul Nash

Where the perspective of contracting days
Meets the nightshift's infinite spaces, you
Enter, Paschal, treading the rhythm of greys
Like a puppet twitched on tiptoe, head askew....

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The Laburnum Portrait

by Paul Nash

From darkness, submerging drains in a February thaw,
Drowned Clare meadows came flooding back once more –
Those mornings when veiled sun remotely kissed
The intruding lake, and...

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The Night Train Steward

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by Paul Nash

With fading bruises of LOVE and HATE, hands
Out of one Purgatory woke me in mine
With a breakfast tray, dawn's jolting demands
Clanking into place down the Euston line....

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Wootton Bassett

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by Peter Taylor

A one-armed man is clapping against his thigh
Underneath a purple-clouded burgundy sky.
The hearses move in convoy past passers-by,
Young men sent to a pointless war to die....

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Mirror Man

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by Peter Taylor

Our eyes meet and we make a connection,
Although sometimes it can be a painful business.
Mirror man lives on the bathroom wall
Thinking that I am indeed the lucky one...

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Statue

by Peter Taylor

People sit at my feet and eat sandwiches,
I stand firm against their bended spines.
They leave offerings of metal cans and plastic wrappings,
My feet cannot kick them away, I cannot...

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