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The Top 5 Poems of
the Month
March
2005
Our winning poet for March is
Samantha Walsh.
Read Samantha's
biography and more of her poems 
Revenge is
Sweet
I always knew you hated me,
I knew you didn’t care,
I knew it from the start,
You didn’t want me there.
Why I ever bothered
Even trying to be nice,
"You’re nothing much to look at",
You told me once or twice.
I know I’m nothing special,
But I have my feelings too,
You didn’t need to hurt me,
I was never cruel to you.
"You're crazy, mad and stupid,
I wish that you were dead,
I hate you every moment",
Was all you ever said,
I’LL GRANT YOUR WISH MY DARLING,
I’LL MAKE YOUR DREAM COME TRUE,
BUT WHEN I’M SIX FEET UNDER,
MY GHOST WILL HATE YOU TOO……….
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Here
are the other four poems chosen by
our imprint editors as winning poems
for March. All other poems submitted
for the Top 5 Poems of the Month for
March are being considered for
various anthologies.
Inspiration
I sit and wait
And wait, in vain –
My pen is poised
I have the name,
But where is Inspiration?
I’ve made the time,
The page gleams pure and white,
But not a line of mine
Have I begun to write,
Awaiting Inspiration!
I bet the rest
Produce the best.
Five hundred words – no trouble.
Their serious thought or witty jest
Will burst my little bubble.
I can’t find Inspiration.
You’ll wait until I’ve given up,
Intending to write later,
Then spring upon me unaware
And far from pen and paper.
You treacherous Inspiration.
I’m in the car, or on a hill
Or digging in the garden,
When suddenly a flash of genius strikes
And I must beg your pardon.
At last here’s Inspiration.
But by the time I’ve found a pen
The idea is forgotten
Forgive me Inspiration
But your timing’s blooming rotten!
Patricia
Lindsay
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Moon-tide to
Toes
In the calm ocean the waters swell.
Strange forces shifting, like a magical spell.
Oysters and urchins will feel again soon
This mystical message passed on from the moon.
Swell bursts forth and a white-capped crest
Charges in towards land like a bird to it's nest.
With spray and foam, and a thunderous roar
Each wave collapses as each wave before,
Crashing and washing all rocks within reach
The roar dies to whisper approaching the beach.
Then onto the shingle, like a roundelay song,
Pebble to pebble, the word is passed on.
And here as I sit with my feet on the sand,
I feel the translation, and I understand.
The moon is creating the tides as she goes.
So there is a connection from the moon to my toes.
Bill Eden
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Forget
Not
Barbed wire strung from concrete posts
Grim buildings filled with tortured ghosts,
Cold railway lines so dark and straight
Bear testament, to human hate.
Can our minds now imagine? Or begin to comprehend
The terror, pain and suffering
Of the lifes that here did end.
The innocence of children,
A mothers love untold,
Were but an inconvenience To human hearts so cold.
Yet still today across our world
The nationalistic flags unfurl
As each is sure their way is best
And then will force it on the rest.
I A Morrison
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How
Do I Love You?
How
do I love you?
Let me tell you true.
I love you as the sun shines
Within a sky of blue.
I love you as warm summer winds
Carry sweet blossoms' scent.
I love you as tall trees grow
On mountains, heaven bent.
I love you in the summer
The winter and the fall.
I love you best in spring
As wedding vows I recall.
I love you tho' years have passed
And we're both growing old.
I love you now and always will
Whatever the future holds.
I love you with a passion
I never knew could be.
I love you with the passion
That you have shown for me.
How do I love you?
The way that you love me.
Polly
Davies
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