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The Top 5 Poems of
the Month
December
2003
Our winning poet for December is Clive
E Oseman.
Read Clive E Oseman's biography and more of
his poems 
The White Stick
The white stick is
a symbol of blindness.
This is true, I speak from
experience.
My mother, stinking, with her lungs
full of tar
could not see as her life shortened
each day,
that beyond the carcinogenic haze
her own flesh and blood craved the
nourishment
of the food sacrificed to buy her
fix,
but settled for destruction of their
health.
Fat and grease for vitamins, smoke
for air.
Blind to the
devastation created by her
personal weapons of mass
destruction,
she was disarmed by the troops of
nature
attacking her lungs and nervous
system,
and at forty seven her life was
through.
We children mourned, but as the
tears flowed
the air was cleansed and we began to
breathe.
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Here are the other
four poems chosen by our imprint editors
as winning poems for December. All other poems submitted for the Top 5 Poems of
the Month for December are being considered for various anthologies.
Bright to Grey
in Just a Day!
The day was fresh,
packed with spring,
The sky a pastel blue.
The grass it glistened in the sun,
The dew had soaked it through.
The steam began to
rise from where,
The sun began caressing.
It was without a doubt I'd say,
Nowt less than impressing.
I felt relaxed,
insouciant,
I walked into the day.
With heart of joy and happiness,
But fate had cards to play.
The first card
came as time,
The sands had fallen still.
Of life and loving on the earth,
My gran had had her fill.
The second card a
memory,
The painful catalyst.
The reason I had roamed at first,
My thoughts to granddad missed.
The third card,
understanding,
The ace, delivered clever.
Everything in this life dies,
Nothing lasts forever.
Sid
"De" Knees
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Only
Heaven
What vision could
my love do justice even to
Your fair scent and look and touch
that moves
My heart and loins and fosters a
loving woo
And gives me wings and in all things
improves
No picture with
colours of deep magnificent hue
And brushstrokes of genius that touch
the soul
Could ever compare to the loving
wonder of you
Or tell of my want of you as my
ultimate goal
Nor a building of
beauty even made from true love
From a master sent from the corners of
the world
As the Taj Mahal Artist was inspired
from above
They fade into nothing when my love is
unfurled
You are but the
truth and pure love that is real
Only heaven can compare to the love
that I feel
Robbie
Mackenzie
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A Lover's
Prayer
Let me awake with
you in my arms,
and I wake up the happiest of men.
Let your face be the first I see each
day,
and the last I see when my day ends.
Let me be all that
you want me to be,
to answer each question that you ask.
Let my hands and my will be at your
call,
to perform each sweet and loving task.
Let me be always
at your side, my love,
in this world of floods and droughts.
Let your voice be the one I hear most,
in this world of whispers and shouts.
And let me love
you now and forever,
wherever the night and day leads us
to,
so that far beyond mere stars or sun,
past time itself, I'll still be
loving you.
K. M. Mahmud
Hasan
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9 to 5
12 hour shift or nine to five
Remind yourself that you`re alive
Mobile phone attached to ear
Diary booked for another year
Take a break and look around
Stop your chasing of the mighty pound
There`s more to life than a filofax
Paying someone to fiddle your tax
Faster, faster get out my way
I`m on the up, no time to delay
There is a world outside PC
The conveyor belt, 1,2,3
Try and feel, don`t use the net
Life`s too short to fuss and fret
Paul French
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competition email
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Please include Top 5 Poems in
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