2012 West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition
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Submit entries for the 2012 West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition here.
Location: portland
Members: 30
Latest Activity: May 1
Hall of Fame Welcome/Croeso Page
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 15th 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. Judges to be announced. Check back for further announcements.
How To Submit Your Poem
Members
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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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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Is that Gas I smell? by norris nuvo
Started by norris nuvo. Last reply by Baarbaara Sheep May 1. 11 Replies 4 Likes
The gas-man called this morning to find and stop a leakThey dug and drilled a great big hole, to plug and stop the reek.They dug up the road and pavement; they dug and dug for hoursThey dug up all the gardens; they dug up all the flowers.The leak was found at long last, and safety was restoredBut they had hit a water pipe from which a deluge poured. The plumber called this afternoon, to find and stop the floodHe dug up all the road again and slopped round in the mudThe putting on his scuba gear he leaped into the lakeBubbles popping in the murk were all that marked his wakeThe man came to the surface and I helped him to climb outI fixed it he smiled at me, and then the lights went out. Guess who called this evening, to find and fix the cable?It was the electrician man, who seemed quite fit and able.He dug some holes, climbed some poles and changed a fuse or twoAnd soon enough my lights came on, the gas and water too.I settled down to watch TV; the soaps would soon be onI poured myself…Read more →
Julie Strozyk, poetry submission
Started by Julia Strozyk Apr 30. 0 Replies 4 Likes
This is a poem I wrote quite awhile ago while taking a class in Celtic poetry. It contains a lot of trite phrases but I still really like it. Hope you all do too.ROGUE ZEPHER Warm wind wrought by Bridget’s breathingGathers green moist misty mildRising, wrenched from winter dreamingBlood flows fresh in Merlin’s child. Seeks where sparkling springs are flowingMother’s menses, blood of earthWayward waters of all-knowingBring about the second birth. Nights of star-shine, fiery flickersIcy flakes near warming fireBloated body quakes and quickensHeeds the frog song from the mire. Words of wonder call and clamorSprites and spirits yet unseenBreathe the breath and follow freelyComes the rising of the green. By Julie Strozyk February 1995 Read more →
The Juggler
Started by norris nuvo. Last reply by norris nuvo Apr 29. 2 Replies 2 Likes
The Juggler I like to throw my balls in the air,and watch them fly from hand to hand.I have shown them off at every fair,in every town across the land,I am famous for my balls,they are so smooth and round.I can juggle them around all day,and all night, I’ve found. The question that folk ask me most,is how I keep them clean and bright.I tell them all from coast to coast,that I polish them with all my might.They gleam and sparkle as they fly,from my outstretched fingertips,high into the bright blue sky.Sometimes I catch them with my lips. I like to keep them safe from harm,so I put them in a velvet sack,which I drape across my arm,across my shoulder and down my back.I don’t let people touch my balls,unless they pay me a shilling,but if they pay my asking price,they’ll find that I’m quite willing. After the show I put them away,in their sack of velvet and gold,knowing I’ll use them another day,before I become too old.So I bid you all a fond goodbye,and leave this important…Read more →
Go gently into the night
Started by norris nuvo. Last reply by Baarbaara Sheep Apr 28. 3 Replies 2 Likes
Now ladies and gents, I’ll tell you no liesYou cannot escape from eventual demiseNot the fat nor the thin, the stupid, the wise,No-one escapes, everyone diesBut no-one is ready; it’s such a surpriseWhen it’s your turn to snuff it, everyone cries,“It’s too soon, I’m not finished, I’m not ready to die,I’m too young, it’s too early, Oh why me, Oh why” Now it’s no good you begging, crying and sighing.When the reaper comes crawling there’s no replying‘Cos if your still breathing when he comes a callingHis scythe will be heaving and heads will be fallingAnd you’ll be a weeping, there’s no denyingWhen death comes a creeping and you begin dying You’ll grovel and whimper and hate and despiseAnd bargain and cheat and tell lots of liesTo lengthen your life-line and strengthen your tiesWith your wheeling and dealing, your plans to reviseBegging for more time, some compromiseHoping for life, to return, a repriseBut whatever you did, whatever you saidYour time has run out, and now you are deadSoon…Read more →
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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
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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
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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
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Comment by Ceri Shaw on September 28, 2011 at 12:52pm
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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
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Comment by Gillian Morgan on September 25, 2011 at 12:14pm
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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
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Comment by Ceri Shaw on September 19, 2011 at 10:36am
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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
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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.
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Comment by Ceri Shaw on September 19, 2011 at 10:23am
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Looks good...diolch John. Poc lwc in the competition.
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Comment by John Berry on September 19, 2011 at 10:20am
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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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Comment by Ceri Shaw on September 19, 2011 at 9:15am
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Hi John
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
Croeso
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