Poetry and Creative Writing for All

The Top 5 Poems of the Month

November 2005

Our winning poet for November is Kevin Raymond.
Read Kevin's biography and more of his poems

In another time, a voice like mine, would disappear without a trace
I'm what you'd call a nobody, a useless waste of space
Every man shall have his day, his fifteen minutes of fame
I'm stood in line, so where is mine, I want it now, I'm game

I want it now, so much and how, it hurts with such regret
Where is it, this thing called fame, that one and all covets
Is it in a darkened place, or maybe its a lie
Why is no-one saying, can anyone tell me why?

This thing that I desire, the be all that is fame
Can you sell your soul for it, or ask for it by name?
Why is it so desirable, that you would give your all
For fifteen minutes of such a thing, to me, seems pretty cool

Is it like the drug of love, addictive at first sight
That you desire, with a fire, of passion burning bright
Will it leave you bent and spent, rotten to the core
This game called fame seems moorish, you'll just want more and more

Will I get in glossy magazines with cute names like Hello
Will I snort cocaine with d list names who nobody seems to know
Will life become much easier than it was before?
It wont? Then as a nobody, I fancy I'll endure!

peace.

Kevin Raymond

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

Spiritual Whispers

Her lost soul is left behind
Roaming shadows of the land.
Her voice whispers quietly in her mind
Echoing her thoughts with outstretched hand.
Touch the window, feel the frost,
She floats around in darkened skies.
Discomfort, fear and pure distrust,
Within your heart her your spirit cries.
Feel her presence, so icy-cold
Now within the confines of your room.
Her mournful sobs and sorrow's there
You see her presence but cannot share.
Light flourescence whisping near
Her dew-laden spirit it now surrounds,
Memories of a life once tasted
her tousled hair wildly floats around..
Has it been two thousand years
She roams within this infinite world?
Free from mortality yet still enchained
Her spiritual whispers still unfurled.

Rochelle Moore

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Just Beyond the Moon

When my Earthly race is over
And my time on Earth is through
I'll walk just beyond the Moon
And then I'll stop and wait for you
You've been My life's companion
My Lover, My best friend
But we knew from the beginning
All good things on Earth must end,
But that doesn't mean forever
Cause another world awaits
And it's there we'll Live forever
Inside Heavens pearly gates!
If you should go before me
And from your Earthly bonds your free
Walk just beyond the moon, my love
Then stop and wait for me!

Raindance

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Angels

I think I’ve finally learned just who Angels really are…They’re the friends we find along the paths that takes us near and far…They’re the strangers that we meet along the winding, wind swept roads, 
And the children found within us as we learn and love and grow.

They are hidden in the very depths of every living thing…They are creators of the songs we write and share and sing…They are artists painting portraits and writers penning poemsAnd laborers who toil beneath the hot and sweltering sun.

They are doctors, they are lawyers, they are Indians and more…They are inventors and contractors and librarians, I’m sure…They are white and black and brown and red and yellow – this I know,Because the One who created us, has always told us so.

They are there to lift you up when life’s burdens weigh you down…They are there to bring you laughter when there’s sadness all around…They are there to wipe away a thousand, saline tearsThey are with you for a moment, a day or oh, so many years.

They ask nothing for the joy they bring – no fortunes do they need…For the true reward is in the giving - and in giving you receiveAll the blessings that await us in the Promised Land we know,
Is right here and for the taking - if we’d only make it so.

Deborah Gail Pearson

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Soldier Daddy

The tears fall as daddy is asked for,
Explanations mean nothing to a three year old
They just know he's not their to kiss goodnight
To hold and cuddle, to mend cuts when they fall.
Lying in the trenches the daddy's running scared,
Will today be the last day of his life?
Will he make it home to see his little girl?
Her fourth or fifth birthday maybe he'll be there?
The bullets ricochet above his head.
Each breath could be his last.
Haley is a three year old girl, blond curly hair blue eyes.
Sits looking at a picture of her daddy
Standing in an army suit smart and proud holding his gun to attention
Looking cold into the lens
This is the only memory she'll ever have of her daddy
He died fighting for his country.
A life cut short for politics.
A mother, a wife, a widow, alone now a three year old cries for daddy,
His side of the bed ice-cold.
The light and sparkle in her eyes faded and gone.
Hearts are broken lives wasted, children alone.
A 24 year old man died aimlessly for what?
Petrol prices, gluttony and stubbornness.
Pigheaded politicians who want war should fight it out among themselves.
Can you imagine it?
Bush, Blair and Saddam fighting one on one..
.. Throwing punches and getting hurt.....
...........No, Just like me - I didn't think so.

Juliette Waldock

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