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The Top 5 Poems of
the Month
April
2005
Our winning poet for April is
Charles R Wyvill.
Read Charles' biography and more of his poems 
Younger by
Moonlight
The larger the
town, the lonelier the place.
Criss-crossing roads match the lines
on my face.
People move slowly like tears down a
cheek.
Searching in vain for the love they
seek.
I was like them, I think you were
too.
Under a sky colored darkest blue.
Feeling so cold as the night closes
in.
Longing for warmth of a lover's
skin.
I look younger
by moonlight than I do in the sun.
My face tells a story, how my life
has run.
Emotions within me have faded to
grey.
My heart feels a torment, my smile
betrays.
But just when I
thought that my future had passed.
And all of my chances had burned
down to ash.
The vision of you gently cradled my
eyes.
You caused a fire in my soul to
arise.
One night you looked lonely and I
felt the same.
You gathered the courage to ask me
my name.
We danced to the music of love in
our heads.
A tide rose within me and that's
when I said.
I look younger
by moonlight than I do in the sun.
My face tells a story, how my life
has run.
All of my life I've been waiting for
you.
My heart feels the warmth of a love
overdue.
The pain of
regrets, feel like blades through
the heart.
Regrets cut so deeply and never
depart.
But deeper than that is the love in
your soul.
And I need your love more than air
to be whole.
A tree stands alone on a dark
winter's night.
Listening for whispers of spring
time light.
My life is in autumn, slowly fading
to dust.
But you gave me summer, with night
sky of rust.
We look younger
by moonlight than we do in the sun.
Our faces age slowly, as the day is
begun.
A Palate of light paints on cold
morning dew.
While my time kissed lips, gently
call out to you.
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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.
Complete
Makeover
My botox could do with a top-up
My bosoms are starting to sag
Give me collagen lips
Lifted love-handle hips
Cos I don't want to look like a hag!
My eyebrows could do with a tighten
Just don't make me look too surprised
Take the bump out my nose
Buff the nails on my toes
And watch the skin flake away as it dies!
Extend my hair down past my shoulders
Give me contacts instead of my specs
Tuck my tummy in tight
Make me up then I might
Appeal to the opposite sex!
Melinda
Penman
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Life
Goes On
My life, my heart, my little boy
Wakes every morning a bundle of joy
His big blue eyes melt me to the core
Touching me deep no man has ever before
His shriek of glee as I offer my arms
My tired eyes spring to his alarms
No matter how sleepy I’m never too tired
To feel eternally thankful and over inspired
My little boy, you see, only has me
Me and his daddy weren’t meant to be
His daddy has flown and I remain
So I love him doubly. All the same
The tears I cry when my boy sleeps
Recollecting promises daddy failed to keep
Alone he left me, or so he thought
Yet I have my boy, my heart he caught
My boy's so young he can't understand
Sometimes life runs not as smoothly as planned
May my boy always be loved and cherished
Though from me his daddy perished
Claire
Smith
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I find it so hard to believe, it's more than fifty years
Since I went to my first school with excitement dread and tears
I wore my nice short trousers, and a blazer mother bought
My big brown leather schoolbag, and new shoes that hurt a lot.
When school day it was over I'd then go join the boys
For we were full of great ideas to make up home made toys
Four pram wheels for a go cart, an old chair as a seat,
A length of clothes rope for to steer, man we thought it was neat.
It didn't happen often, but some days it would rain
Then mother wouldn't let us out, that really was a pain
But just as we were restless, and mothers nerves got tight
We'd come up with the bright idea, to make a great big kite
A piece of old brown paper, two canes and a ball of twine,
Some paint to brighten it all up, and then it looked just fine.
The summer holidays were great as we were off eight weeks
It's really not surprising then, that we all had nice red cheeks.
From first light in the morning, until the sky got dark
We'd run play tag or kick a ball, in the local public park.
Those days and times are now long gone,
And were known as the bad old days
But what is very plain to me one question this does raise
If we were underprivileged, and our diet was so bad
Then why is it, that we're still here? and not deceased or mad.
These clever psychoanalysts, one thing they have forgot
That we had more as we grew up, than moneys ever bought.
I
A Morrison
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The blaze in their eyes is the stubborn gleam
Of a heart that aches in a sleepless breast;
Against odds uncounted and risk extreme,
Theirs is the hope that does not rest,
Theirs are the hands that toil all night
Between the stars and the candlelight.
For there by the shrine, and by the cross
They persevere through sorrow sore;
Their pain is the grief of a brother's loss,
A comrade who comes home no more,
A friend whose voice no more rings bright
Between the stars and the candlelight.
O in their courage, there must strength abound!
They share their prayers beyond the strife -
Heroes, struck by fate profound,
Summoned in the quest for life -
Heaven hosts their shift's respite
Between the stars and the candlelight.
Leonard
Low
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