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The Top 5 Poems of the Month

April 2004

Our winning poet for April is Muriel Nicola Waldt.
Read Muriel Nicola Waldt's biography and more of her poems

Colours

The light shone down upon her face a soft and gentle hue
It fell upon her silken hair like early morning dew.

It settled on her lashes dark and brought out hints of gold
And peeping through those soft pink lids eyes blue and clear and bold

Her tiny hands with white tipped nails like starfish on a beach
So delicate and soft and warm just like a summer peach

Her pretty dress was pristine white and fell in folds so neat
Her little shoes of softest suede encased her tiny feet

I longed to hold her close to me this fairy child of mine
And keep her safe from life’s advance, the ravages of time

And as I watch her lying there as pure as falling snow
I hug this moment close to me, a golden burning glow

For she will grow and bloom and bud just like a flower rare
And I always hold her heart with tender loving care

Muriel Nicola Waldt

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Here are the other four poems chosen by our imprint editors as winning poems for April. All other poems submitted for the Top 5 Poems of the Month for April are being considered for various anthologies.

Sweet Love

You capture every being in your web
Fulfilling life, maximising
Anxiously, pursuing the innermost depths of man
The universe submits willingly to you
Reluctantly, resisting to tragically escape
The magnificent strength of your threads
Erupting scorching sensations
Spreading rapidly, searching like a gentle stream
Seating yourself in the bosom of man,
Surviving miraculously in Antarctica
Proudly embracing the amazon
Fondly, securing the mind, honouring the purpose of our existence
Love, sweet love, you are the spring embedded in our hearts

Evelyn Archery

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Living on the Edge

She’s living on the edge, doing her best
Just trying to be like one of the rest
Uncontrolled emotions tighten the noose
Unwanted advances from spotty faced youths
Ignorant people who don’t give a damn
Misconceived ideas from a misguided man
Suicide letters in indelible ink
Reveal a young person that’s reaching the brink
A drug-laden culture that’s forgotten how to care
Leaving her further in the depths of despair
The pushers, the peddlers who try to tempt
The gullible young person to part with their rent
It doesn’t matter if they’re bright or they’re not
Once they have started they’ve tightened the knot
The vultures that gather to pick up the bits
Strewn on the pavement, the syringe and the fix
Living on the edge may start as a game
But there’s too many futures disappear down the drain

Clive Atkins

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Values

We measure time in hours and days
For wealth we count the pennies
Success is judged by titles gained
How long, how much, how many
The most important gains in life
Have not as yet been charted
Yet stay with us our whole life through,
From these we’re seldom parted
They’re always at our beck and call
Accrue no costs, no fees
They’re timeless, priceless works of art
Our fondest memories.

Marie Farley

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Boy Racer

A boy racer he was, cruising the town
Travelling through villages and streets up and down
He was just eighteen when he passed his test,
He passed it first time, not like the rest,
Who took many times and tried all they could
But boy racer succeeded like he knew he would.
Confidently he took his car for a spin
Just couldn’t wait for his mates to jump in.
He was proud of himself and just had to show
To all of his mates how fast he could go.
He’s called the boy racer as he drives really fast
Never observing things that he’s passed.
He loves the thrill of the car at full speed
He’s hell bent on taking the lead.
Just like the fox, he’s up for the chase
His only intention is winning the race.
He loves the feeling of his foot on the throttle
And knows too well he won’t lose his bottle.
But just recently he’s had to cool down
With a wife and three children
He can’t fool around.
No more speeding, responsibility’s too great
For this boy racer who just can’t wait,
To get behind the wheel and take his car for a spin
Looking once more for his mates to jump in.
But his mates have all vanished
They have a new life,
Just like boy racer, who got himself a wife.
There’s no more speeding for boy racer now
He must learn to kill his speed somehow.
He knows he’s got to cool it, or he won’t stay alive
There’s more than one boy racer out there
Almost one in every five.
So cool it boy racer, take heed we say
There’s always tomorrow,
Don’t kill yourself today!

Nicola Joy Moore

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