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The Top 5 Poems of the Month

September 2007

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Forgotten Paradise

Upon a hill enchanted Sits

an old bewildered house,

Who cannot understand why

No-one comes to view his grounds.

The Tallest trees. On earth has he!

The softest sweetest grass. 

A stream beyond the woods below  

chuckles spritely  past.

Within his walls are artefacts

So delicate and rare

Such wonders are unequalled

By any,…Anywhere!!

And he himself is generous

So kind and loving too,

His heart it fills with hope each time

He feels some one may care.

This fire lit within his soul

Will burn forever there

To welcome his new family….

The answer to his prayers………..

Rob Cunningham

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Here are the other four winning poems for this month.

Paranoia

People all around,
Watching my every move,
Criticising my life,
Getting me down.

Telling me I'm making the wrong choices,
I'm a fool for what I've done,
Constantly terrorising me,
I can hear their whispering voices.

I can't see them in front of me,
I can't see them around,
But when I close my eyes,
I hear the deafening sound.

Is it all in my head?
Is it me?
I can hear them all the time,
And I just want to be free.

Kelly Louise Welch

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Eleventh Hour 

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Waiting

I sit, awaiting
Only hours to go until the un-welcomed moment comes
I sit here waiting in this cold and miserable cell
Whose stone and mortar it seems are crying with me
The hysteria slowly and surely building up inside my
gut
However once over
My soul will be free from the body they intend to
torture
Free from the troublesome world,
whose each and every step was my abode
What did I do to deserve this?
I only spoke the truth, being the tyrants progeny
Truth that has led the whole nation to revolutionise,
I await
Soon the sword of so called truth will caress my skin
I can see it now in the hands of my executioner
It shies away like a newly wed virgin bride teasing my
emotions
Deadly, yet beautiful it will glean in the hands of a
perfectionist
Whose single blow will part my intellect from my being
I anticipate pain
Pain to leave my beloveds in the hands of a dictator
Their fate is sealed; as is mine
I have sparked a fire in each slaves heart.
A lust for freedom
Freedom which shall be theirs.
Freedom which shall be mine soon
I sit here waiting, waiting.

Ms B Khatoon

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Finding Mum

………and as she walked she kissed her face
then dropped the print in murky deep.
She knew this was the time to say
Leave me alone – I need to sleep.
………and as she pushed against the swell
blonde braided hair, this lonely waif
begged for her Mum to come and save her-
comfort her and keep her safe.
………and as she plunged her body soaked
when rain and waves as one collided.
Her sobs were only heard by angels,
by Mum’s love she’d now be guided.
………and as she choked and gasped for freedom,
the sea engulfed her tiny frame.
Away from danger, abuse and anger-
finding life with Mum again.

Sheila Whitmill

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