Special Announcement – Competition Winner and Runners Up

A massive thanks to our panel of judges who, despite child-care, work, business and family commitments, very generously gave up their precious time to read and judge all of the excellent poetry entries. Both short-listing and selecting the top three has proven to be very challenging due to the exceptional entries we were very fortunate to receive.

Thank you to all of the poets who participated and kindly decided to share their talents.

The top three poems are as follows:

Winner – ‘The Way It Used To Be’ by Bernie Bickerton of Epsom

Runner up – ‘My Role Model’ by Julie Shackman of Milngavie

Runner up – ‘Silent Voice’ by Neelam Shah of Thornton Heath

Congratulations to Bernie, Julie and Neelam. We will send the book tokens to you all as soon as possible.

Thank you again to everyone for your interest in the competition and for all the kind donations to Maggie’s Centre. To find out more about their fantastic work and to continue to support them, please visit their website: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham.

Shortlist Update

Poetry Competition Shortlist

A massive thanks to everyone who entered the poetry competition and for your kind donations to Maggie’s Centre too.

Also, a big thanks to the judges who have now shortlisted the poems – we really appreciate your time and efforts as there have been almost 300 to chose from! There were so many excellent entries and it has proven to be a very tough task indeed.

The final stage of judging is taking place and we hope to make an announcement about the winner and runners up very soon.

The shortlist is as follows:

When Sleep Descends – Daniel Brady

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/03/23/when-sleep-descends-daniel-brady/

My Role Model – Julie Shackman

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/09/30/my-role-model-julie-shackman/

Sunflowers – Rebecca Swan

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/07/30/sunflowers-rebecca-swan/

Carnival – Alison Faye

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/08/29/carnival-alyson-faye/

We Are Blind – Caoillin Hughes

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/08/30/we-are-blind-caoilinn-hughes/

Come Home to the Hearth – Judith Bristow

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/08/30/come-home-to-the-hearth-judith-bristow/

The Way it Used to be – Bernie Bickerton

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/05/11/the-way-it-used-to-be-bernie-bickerton/

Darkening Winter Day – Sue Gerrard

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/09/30/darkening-winter-day-sue-gerrard/

When T Meets B – Erin Keeble

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/05/14/when-t-meets-b-erin-keeble/

Keep on Fighting – Claire Gee

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/09/30/keep-on-fighting-claire-gee/

Silent Voice – Neelam Shah

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/08/08/silent-voice-neelam-shah/

I am Me – David A Stansfield

https://voices.poetry.blog/2019/10/01/i-am-me-david-a-stansfield/

We are sure you will enjoy reading these excellent poems and the panel now has the task of selecting the winner (who will receive a £100 prize in book tokens) and two runners up (who will receive £50 prizes in book tokens respectively). 😊 📚 🖊

Echoing – Kirsty A. Niven

each gasp is magnified

Kirsty A. Niven lives in Dundee, Scotland. Her writing has appeared in anthologies such as Strength, The Alien Buddha’s Feminist Agenda and Landfall. She has also featured in several journals and magazines, including The Poet’s Republic, Cicada Magazine, Monstrous Regiment and Silk + Smoke. Kirsty’s work can also be found online on sites such as La Scrittrice, Anti-Heroin Chic and Poetry Breakfast.

Echoing

In the echoing of this house,

each gasp is magnified –

an extorted thrill you relish.

A Rabelais twinkle in your eye,

a mischief you cannot keep in.

Each incorrigible kiss in this chaos

vibrates through every bone;

sliding skin buzzing like bees,

an Eros earthquake in my knees.

The bed barely holds me up,

melting under your liquid touch –

I am honey in your hands, nectar

dripping through your intrepid fingers.

Your teeth graze my shoulder,

a blissful sting, exultation with wings.

In the echoing of this house,

mirroring smiles say what we can’t

in a silence we won’t shatter.

Kirsty A Niven

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Sun’s Arouse – Iynisha Johnson

Sun looks at the clouds like why so gray 

My name is Iynisha Johnson. I’m 21 years old and I’ve been writing poems since I was 10. I love poetry and how you can put life into pages.

Sun’s Arouse 

Stop just look at the sky above

Do the sun show the clouds some love 

Is there hatred where the sky’s should meet

Or do they look at each other  smile or speak

When the sky turns gray do the sun start to hate

Or does he go on with life knowing he’ll be straight 

When the sun comes out do the clouds get mad

Or do he wait his turn cause he’s got his chance

Do they interact since there so close

Or do the clouds get angry once the suns arose

Sun looks at the clouds like why so gray 

Can I have my time so kids can play

Clouds answer with a shower of storm 

I am the side of the sky that’s torn 

Iynisha Johnson

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Self-Destruction Button – Megan Ponton

Happiness terrifies me

My name is Megan Ponton, I am 24 years old from Glasgow and currently work in retail. I discovered a love of words but especially poetry a short while ago and while I am still learning about it. I feel my writing is honesty and from the heart and we as a society, should never forget the importance words can have on a person and the wider community.

Self – Destruction Button

by Megan Ponton

Happiness is a strange thing 

The more you have it

The more you crave it

Like a smoker, 

Desperately craving that first cigarette in the morning

Happiness terrifies me

As

In the past

It has been there in fleeting bursts

Rather than continued spells

Happiness is a great feeling 

Yet 

You always feel that you are one wrong move

From it all going belly-up

And

As a result 

Hitting that self-destruct button

Almost feels like a comfort blanket

In a twisted sort of way

Trying to make sense of it all

Megan Ponton

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Voice Note From a Lover – Luke Grey

One of the most beautiful sights of the summer

The author, Luke Grey, is a writer. He lives in London. 

Voice note from a lover

“One of the ways in which I love looking at clouds

Is to see them bisected by wires.

One of the most beautiful sights of the summer,

This late in the day, is when clouds take on

Their deeper tones.

Sometimes more intense, even, than the brightly lit sky.

When sat, or stood, or (as now) walking on a platform

And looking up at the wires, the suspended wires:

Gliding towards each other,

Crossing, ending, held aloft, hitting a pole,

Marked out by the thinner wires that hold the thicker ones apart

And yet together.

That web of energy, stretching far across the city,

Only a few metres above me and the rail tracks,

Never meeting.

That web measures itself out between me and the sky,

And sometimes, sometimes, at the most exciting moments,

When the city is nearly silent,

And you stand on the platform and look up at the wires.

You can hear them fizzing.

Fizzing in a sky full of high, lunging, soft and smooth clouds

That sashay upwards and northwards.

Pink on their undersides, lit by the setting sun.

A dark lavender on their edges, and then above them

A pale, duck-egg blue.”

Luke Grey

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Some People – Haris Ahmed

he decided enough was enough 

some people

some people 

are in need 

of anything

but love

their houses a mess 

their phones

have history 

of dodgy premium rate numbers 

cheapened briefly 

by calls from their mothers 

the girl on the phone says 

she’s 24 and

would walk in his back door 

if she didn’t have to chat 

to all the other men 

drinking desperados through 

a straw 

man 

never to be seen again

reads the article 

man 

never to be seen again?

hung himself using a belt 

his ex wife gifted him to wear 

only for his kid to wear 

the stretch marks for him

the man outgrew the belt 

fattened up like a farmer’s mancalf

ready for slaughter 

somewhere between mcdonald’s 

and pubs that weren’t actually pubs 

he decided enough was enough 

some people 

says the woman on the train

peering up from her paper 

at some poor manchild 

clipping his kid’s ears

Haris Ahmed

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