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The Top 5 Poems of
the Month
May
2004
Our winning poet for May is Ricky
Lock.
Read Ricky Lock's biography and more of
his poems 
Flowers
Love came one day like the wind
It blew across my face like a soft breeze,
And swallowed me up to move inside.
It touched the empty chasm and spilt over,
Leaving a charred emotion to find a corner;
She was not my typical type just plain,
She was buying flowers unaware of me
And would never know how she touched me so
Why……
Ricky N. Lock
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Here
are the other four poems chosen by
our imprint editors as winning poems
for May. All other poems submitted
for the Top 5 Poems of the Month for
May are being considered for
various anthologies.
Mother, I'm a Soldier
Oh Mother, I am going to a bleak and barren place
not to question rules of politics or race.
Gratifying those who speak with poison laden tongues
and hang their lies on webs so deftly spun.
Weapons of class construction.
Oh Mother, I am seeing
scenes which erstwhile lingered deep
within the bounds of restless sleep.
A bloodied child amid the screams that pierce the soul,
and then condemn you, near demented, to the chasm of the damned.
Apart from that I am well.
Oh Mother, I am frightened,
and am yearning for the comforts long relinquished
in the name of liberty and pride. And on the death list
they are saying 'you were hero's and we're praying
for your martyred souls, and damn them for the slaying.
Mother, I am praying.
Oh Mother, I am fighting.
Who? Distorted loyalties confuse my muddled brain,
as I contain my anguished mind; endeavour to regain
my soldiers' stance upon the field of human madness.
Comrades eyes, in chance reflections, mirroring my sadness.
How is my wife?
Oh Mother, I am dying.
Pierced my heart, the bullet joins the cries of wretched pain,
and I am slain for glory and for victory. This valiant stain
upon the conscience of the civilised and right. An unremembered name.
Life is ebbing; I am treading to my last historic fame.
Mother, tell my chilren...
Shirley Bunyan
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Incantations
At a crossroads after midnight
By the light of fullest moon
I’d sell my soul to have your heart
Resurrecting Brigadoon
I’d conjure up a thousand ghosts
Invoke the darkest spell
Face demons gladly, for your love
Confront the beasts of Hell
Hold rituals in the eerie woods
With scary voodoo potions
I’d sacrifice a case of beer
To capture your emotions
I’d consort with fearsome mystics
And risk a life long curse
The thought of life without you
No witchcraft could be worse
John Robinson
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Another
Year or Two
Don’t want to be 50 and start to grow old;
Wear a woolly vest to keep out the cold;
Talk to shop assistants in a condescending voice
And scowl at little children for making too much noise,
Don’t want to hunt for bargains on the supermarket shelf;
Keep the nicest chocolates all for myself;
Lose my slender waist but gain an extra chin
And yearn for long-gone days when I used to be thin.
Don’t want to watch the telly in the middle of the day;
Worry about the garden and what the neighbours say;
Talk about the weather and the likelihood of rain
And escape the farce of Christmas for ‘somewhere nice in Spain’.
Don’t want to hunt for glasses when I need to see my feet;
Race oldies on the bus for the last remaining seat.
Don’t want to have to worry about whether there’s a loo.
Think I’ll lie about my age for another year or two.
Mary Roberts
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Lonely
She sits there lonely in her chair.
No one visits, no one cares.
She has had this feeling all her life.
She was nobodies mother and nobodies wife.
She loved the young single life, loved to be free.
Now she just has her own company.
She did not see this when she was out having fun.
Now she is the lost and lonely one.
Her siblings have either died or moved on.
She has a nice house, but to no one she belongs.
She wishes now she could turn back the clock.
To have a family as tough as a rock.
When she passes on no one will be there.
Will anyone remember her, will they care?
She will go on to heaven feeling the same.
The emptiness in heart and all of the pain.
Samantha Fielder
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