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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THE COMPETITORS

by TIM SANSOM

How about that?

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HATS

by TIM SANSOM

The bigot needs to move indelicately.

The image keeps his secrets safe, though he himself forgets them.

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THE FIRST TIME

by TIM SANSOM

A notion gallops
Discarded logic smarts and howls!
 
Our fables unfold upon our butterfly bellies

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THE MAGIC TREE

by TIM SANSOM

Her claret leaves bobbed in the breeze so graceful , grave and slow
As whites of light were weakened when they’d bathed her buff, gnarled bark
Her essence and material in one ethereal glow
Epitomised the furthest cry from night time and from dark.

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Voyage

by Tom Riordan

My parents are moving, and though they're moving much closer to my house,
it feels like they're moving farther off. They won't be “there,” and the new place
isn't on my mental map but on that plane where fearless mariners
and optimistic suicides sail.

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Point of Transit

by Tony Devlin

Point of Transit

His spirit went walking in those times
across Galilee, hoping for an epiphany

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I AM SIX

by tracey simmons

I am sx and all alone, i have no chance to ever go home
I'm lying in acoma in a childrens hospital & daddy wants to pull the
plug on me, so all i have left is mommy She comes to my bedside
everyday i wish i could talk and beg her to stay

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Chant

by Tracey Waterhouse

Show me a door and I will not close it
Show me a path and I will wonder down it
Show me a meal and I will devour it
Show me dirt and I will clean it

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Watching Airplanes

by Travis Day

What is it that warms the soul?

Some say Jesus others might say a cup of Cocoa -

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Writer's Block

by Travis Day

The mind’s drain is clogged

I listen to a clock's hands hula hooping in circles.

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