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Open now is the Summer 2007 International Poetry Writing Competition. First Prize £1000, Second Prize £500 and Third Prize £250. Poems must not exceed 25 lines each. You may submit as many as you can. The entry fee for each poem is £5. Pay through paypal to: omprebooks@zoomshare.com Submit your poems in the body of the e-mail to the e-mail address shown above or just click the paypal button below and pay. Poems submitted without entry fee will not enter the competition. Poems submitted as attachments will not enter the competition. The closing date is 30 September 2007. Winning entries will be published on this page.
Here are the winners for the April 2006 Competition.
First Prize
George Ndlovu, Capetown, South Africa
MY SOUL
My soul deeply groans,
When will bronze come,
Silver and pure gold,
Sold to few but free gift to some?
When will happiness come,
To me to be mine,
To soothe me and all
For all my joy to gladly see.
Second Prize
Sam Jackson, Texas, USA
Success
To succeed in your life,
To proceed with good fortune and
prosperity,
To experience favourable circumstances,
flourish and turn out well;
To accomplish what you attempt,
To obtain your wish or
desire-
You have to be diligent, wise and
intelligent,
You must persevere,
Rise each time you fall and
make your fight severe;
But never ever be an insurgent,
Be swift to hear, slow to speak and
slow to anger;
Never ever succumb to failure and
misfortune,
But turn them to good luck,
They are blessings in disguise,
They are situations paving the way for
prosperity-
Proceed, excel and succeed.
Third Prize
Grace Justin, Darwin, Australia
He Wretchedly Wrestled With It
With it, he wretchedly wrestled,
Though he was wrenched;
Wrested, wrenched and wrecked,
He wretchedly wrestled with it.
With cheek bones jutting out,
Eyes once brown now snow-white;
With his chin sticking out,
A face once ruddy now never bright;
He wretchedly wrestled with it.
With a neck like a snake,
Shoulders once fleshy
Now like a cloth-hanger;
With a body like a reed,
So easy to blow away;
He wretchedly wrestled with it.
With words spoken so peculiar,
That are to no one familiar;
With a voice once thick and loud,
Now silent like he has
Never been proud of it;
He wretchedly wrestled with it.
With it, he wretchedly wrestled,
Though he was wrenched;
Wrested, wrenched and wrecked,
He wretchedly wrestled with it. 
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