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2012 West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition

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2012 West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition

Submit entries for the 2012 West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition here.

ARCHiVE ONLY! DO NOT POST. 2013 COMPETITION URL WILL BE LINKED FROM HERE IN LATE OCTOBER.

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2013 WEST COAST EISTEDDFOD ONLINE POETRY COMPETITION

 

Please read the competition rules below and bookmark this page. When you are ready to submit your entries please do so as individual discussions HERE

 

We are pleased to announce that the winner of the West Coast Eisteddfod Poetry Competition ( English language category ) will be featured in the prestigious international poetry magazine - "The Seventh Quarry" Peter Thabit Jones, the editor of the magazine which is based in Swansea, will feature the winning submission together with an appreciation and a picture of the author. The winner will also receive a free annual subscription to the magazine for one year plus the cash prize of $150 ( 100 GBP approx ).

You may submit your entries in Welsh or English. The language categories will be judged separately and there will be a prize for each. Accompanying graphics are not permitted. There is a US150 dollars (approx 100GBP ) prize for the winners in each category. The final submission date is September 30th 2012.

 

All poetic styles and conventions are welcome ( limericks, however, will not be considered for a prize ) There is no upper or lower word limit. Entries need not reference Wales in any way , shape or form. You may submit up to five entries in each category and work which has appeared elsewhere is acceptable provided you have not surrendered your copyright.

 

The winner and his/her work will be featured on this site on what we hope will be a heavily trafficked page.
How To Submit Your Poem

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  • Simply join this Group and post your poems individually (and any links) as separate discussions in the group forum ( here ). Please include your name in the subject line. If you wish to include a link to your website or blog please do so but remember that we appreciate a reciprocal link from your blog or website to the Poetry Competition page. Please DO NOT post attachments ( unless you have unusual formatting requirements ). You can simply cut and paste the text of your poem. We welcome submissions that are published elsewhere online provided they are your own work.

  • Post your poem on your website or blog and post a link to the relevant url as a separate discussion in the group forum ( here ). If you adopt this procedure we will REQUIRE a reciprocal link to the main Poetry Competition page from your blog or website.


Non Members

  • Post your submission on your blog and email us with the url ( americymru@gmail.com ). We will include it on the Group page. In this case mutual linking is required.

  • Email your submission to us and we will post it on the group page and credit you as author. in this case mutual linking is an option but not required.


The Fine Print

  • There is no entry or submission fee for this competition. The requirement to backlink if you are posting on your own blog and linking here ( or submitting a link to your blog on this page ) is obligatory and designed to be mutually beneficial.

  • Any materials submitted in this group will remain the sole property of the author. We guarantee not to display any poem or any portion thereof on other pages or sites without the express permission of the author. Likewise materials submitted here or linked here can be removed or unlinked at any time by the author or at his/her request.

  • Cash prizes in the language categories will only be awarded in the event that there are a minimum of 12 competiton entries.

 

 

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'The Blue of the Night' by Gillian Morgan

Started by Gillian Morgan Feb 18. 0 Replies

                                                                                                              The Blue of the NightYou said it was the time you loved the best,That hour when day awakens nightIn deepest shades of blue,When stars glimmer in the darkest lightAnd earth becomes an azure hue. Golden Byzantium and Rose Red Petra,Your body gilds my lips, my wordsShimmering shadows on the sandsOf time, whispering softlyIn the twilight you called 'L'heure bleu.' Ages have passed, I think, or so it seemsAnd I have tasted lips carved cold. Now lengthening shadows blot my sightIn the dusk I call 'The Blues of the Night.' Read more →

Tags: 2013, Competition, Poetry, Coast, West

The Incubus - Ryan Tilley

Started by Ceri Shaw. Last reply by Larisa Rzhepishevska Oct 15, 2012. 1 Reply

It’s time I had a time alone. The spirit comes to call at night. An Arab man would cast a stone. My dog begins to bark with fright. He never says a word, this beast, But lust may speak through stares and touch. The ghost, in wrong like wicked priest, Returns.  He must atone for much. I feel the weight upon my chest As presence pushes purpled past. I toss and turn all night, no rest. From front or back, he’s cheetah fast. And now, I feel the crush of air As bed begins to slowly tilt. The phantom finger brush of hair Becomes a burden bearing guilt. My husband’s whispers trickle down Like melting ice.  The water drops Can weather rock.  A tug on gown And sense of peace and purpose stops. The madness starts again; my arms Are pinned like captured butterfly. My body still as cold reforms The sound of silence breaks with sigh. I see depression form in bed. The sudden sag substantiates My spouse’s superstitious head. My poet husband contemplates The curse.  A shaman knows the art Of…Read more →

Bourdon by Paul McMahon

Started by Ceri Shaw Sep 15, 2012. 0 Replies

I remember my ex-girlfriend runningthrough a field of sunflowers but it's a dead bumblebee on the wrong sideof the window pane I'm looking at,its downy head of battered fluff as stubbornand bull-headed as a drunk oaf. Bloated, like a bluebottle in a stripy jumper,I roll it off the ledge and onto the palmof my hand, its wings more like frailstained glass windows closed over a pregnant blob. Woollen arms withquestion marks for hands, the hidden tongue,the gilded eye that sees all in honeycomband again I see Bourdon, but she is waiting for me to get out of bed. The sun is shining,the sky is blue topaz. She is at the hotelwindow now, fretting and stampingher feet. We arrived late the night before after a long day driving south. Get up,she says, as she finally bolts out the door. I slip outfrom the warm sheets and walk to the windowand look out to see her running through the field of sunflowers, her hands spread outlike wings skimming off the flower heads that werethe same colour as the…Read more →

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Comment by Ceri Shaw on September 16, 2012 at 4:02pm

Closed For Entries - Sept 15th

The deadline for entries in the 2012 West Coast Eisteddfod Online Competitions has now passed. Entries were accepted until 12 midnight ( PST ) on September 15th.Once again, we would like to thank all our entrants for their excellent contributions and wish everyone pob lwc/best of luck in the contest.Winners will be announced at the West Coast Eisteddfod in Portland, Oregon on October 13th. Winning entries will be posted here and the winning contestants will be notified by email.Watch this space for exciting announcements about our 2013 online competitions......coming soon!!!

Comment by Larisa Rzhepishevska on December 29, 2011 at 3:08pm

There …where the taste of silence is strange and forgotten,
There ... where the pastel sky floats and is underfoot,
There ...where the streets are shivering in a foggy mood.
They need snow.

There … where the face of Earth is changing the poles,
There … where some kilometers of the rain are endless
There... where the ships kiss the sunset with their sails.
They need wind.

There … in the world of only words, where smiles are like tears,
There … where the flowers bloom in dispassion,
There … where's the world of tired, exhausted passers-by
They need faith.

There … where the winters are so freezing,
There … where're so many wrong stitching.
There ... where's only darkness around
They need blaze.

There … where the women send emails to the distant lovers
There … where trying to find the true love they failed.
There ... where misgiving the whole life covers
They need happiness.

Is there a country where the sky is always blue?
Is there a place where everyone is always happy and true?

©Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 28th of December, 2011

Comment by Ceri Shaw on October 12, 2011 at 12:04pm

@Gillian  Perfect And many thanks for yet another great contribution to the West Coast Eisteddfod Poetry Comp. Best of luck/Pob Lwc

Comment by Gillian Morgan on October 12, 2011 at 12:00pm

Hi Ceri, I'm not sure if I've done this correctly now or not. Will give it another go if I'm wrong, Hwyl, Gillian

Comment by Ceri Shaw on September 28, 2011 at 12:52pm

Hi Gillian

 

Many thanks for your excellent contribution to the 2012 Online Poetry Competition. Unfortunately it's in the wrong place. This comment board is really only for general talk ABOUT the competition. Entries should be added as individual discussions here:- 

 

http://americymru.net/group/2012-west-coat-eisteddfod-online-poetry...

 

Diolch

 

Ceri

Comment by Gillian Morgan on September 25, 2011 at 12:14pm

Siglo'r Babi Bach

 

I hold him close,

His weight heavy as a feather

Nestled in a silken gown,

Hand-me-down lullabies,

Mended flannel blankets.

 

A blue skein and

Veins unravel. Auntie Maly,

Ninety three, threading needles,

Mending shoes, recharging batteries

On the 'pentan',

Her head alive in the

'News of the World'.

 

'Bara caws' for 'brecwast'

When I was a girl.

Mamgu in her fedog

Baked the bread on Friday

Dipped each child in melted sunlight

Filled the buckets in the well.

 

Catherine, the 'new woman'

Rode her bike to London,

Wore a boater and man's tie,

Sharpened her tongue on

The anvil of language:

'Miss Davies, Latin, 

Carmarthen High.

 

Henry in South Africa

Buttoned his dreams in a three-piece suit;

When the winds blew cruel

Mamgu heard him call her name.

 

Auntie Hannah never strayed.

Mamgu kept her for her own.

Tweezing fluff balls

From the rowan,

Placing pom-pom dahlias on the grave.

 

He stirs inside my arms.

'When you were small

What was your name?' 

I hold him tight

This child who is and isn't mine.

 

Gillian Morgan

  

 

 

Comment by Ceri Shaw on September 19, 2011 at 10:36am

Hi John

 

The link I posted was for new entries. When you post a discussion there it automatically appears on this page:- http://americymru.net/group/2012-west-coat-eisteddfod-online-poetry...

Which is basically the 'View All' link from the Discussion Forum box ( see above on this page ). Hope that helps.

 

Diolch

Comment by John Berry on September 19, 2011 at 10:31am

Very funny thing, though - when I go back to the link you sent (where I re-posted), I can't see anything there.  Can you explain?

Diolch.

Comment by Ceri Shaw on September 19, 2011 at 10:23am

Looks good...diolch John. Poc lwc in the competition.

Comment by John Berry on September 19, 2011 at 10:20am

Diolch, Ceri.

 

I've reposted at the link you sent - I hope it's in the right place now.  I hope the two other people also re-post.

John

 
 
 

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