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Friday's Footprint: The Write Stuff - part 2

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Wednesday, 22 May 2013. The Write Stuff - part 2. NEWS FLASH DEADLINE EXTENDED UNTIL MONDAY 29th JULY. The Write Stuff is back again and this time it's personal. The island's premier short story contest is once again sponsored by the Channel Islands Stock Exchange and is seeking 300-word submissions which end on the following killer line of dialogue:. Yes, she's hiding in the basement, but be careful: she's not alone.". Ahoy there, friend! Guernsey International Poetry Competition.

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Friday's Footprint: Submissions

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All the island's secondary schools have agreed to collaborate on Friday's Footprint. That's:. Les Beaucamps High School. La Mare De Carteret High School. St Sampson's High School. For now, check the sidebars to keep up-to-date with the latest themes or just send us your own stuff. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ahoy there, friend! Guernsey International Poetry Competition. Time Riders Author To Judge New Competition.

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Friday's Footprint: Time To Make A New Beginning

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Monday, 25 March 2013. Time To Make A New Beginning. Take A Sketch And Draw My Life. Make A Stretch And We Will Be Alright. Give Gifts As I would do for You. Play The Piano So Passionately. As I Would Sing The Song Affectionately. Look At Me Lovingly, So I Can See. That You Are My Love. Herd Me So I Can Stay Close. Walk Along With Me By The Coast. Because Nothing Else Is Real, Except Love. Stay With Me, My Love. Now While I Walk. You Are A Ghost. Just Before We Stood Still. So Close. Ahoy there, friend!

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Friday's Footprint: 'Embarking' - wedding poem

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Tuesday, 27 August 2013. Embarking' - wedding poem. This is the poem that I recently read at the wedding of one of my best friends. Guernsey boy James has just married the wonderful Ingrid whose family is French and Mexican so I tried to write something which would capture the international flavour of the occasion as well as the couple's adventurous spirit. Thanks to Utah-based illustrator Corey Egbert. For permission to use the lyrical image above. English heart, French romance and Spanish amor. Join us...

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Friday's Footprint: Guernsey International Poetry Competition winners

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Monday, 19 May 2014. Guernsey International Poetry Competition winners. Congratulations to Lewis Robin (1st place) and Marcus Buchanan (2nd place) together with Jack Colley, Reuben Mellors and Bradley Norman (highly commended) for their success in the inaugural Guernsey International Poetry competition. It’s gone now. It won’t be found. You cannot have it. But now it is lost. As I sit here. On the bus,. Two people in front. Decide to discuss,. Talking of what they dislike. 8216;I hate that feeling.

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Friday's Footprint: Eros and Agape

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Monday, 25 March 2013. Your face, to me, a heavenly gift;. Your eyes the seductive, glint of stars,. Your nose the mushroom cap of nature,. Your cheeks, the rose garden, just for me,. Your lips, the supple peak of mountain,. Your hair, the swimming waves of the milky-way. The love you bring to my heart, saves,. This wretched being, trapped within the caves,. Dark and dingy with minotaurs,. Until your beauty lit my hell,. To turn it into my paradise,. With soft swelling waves and golden sand,.

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Friday's Footprint: Beginnings

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Monday, 25 March 2013. How can you understand me when I don’t understand myself? I’m tired of living, but scared of dying. Even in my dreams. People think they know me, but never really do. Death is one thing, but self-harming is another. It’s not that I want to die, it’s trying to survive. But the pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body. But I’m just trying to get through without falling. What’s the point in screaming? It’s not like anybody’s listening. Then I cut again just to help my pain.

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Friday's Footprint: Vines

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Monday, 25 March 2013. Everyone has them, even you. They coil and twist through bones. Tightening with every hug, every kiss,. Every soothing word, from the people. Re bound to miss. For the vines grow and hiss,. Past memories of bliss, feeding these vines. Of soon to be forgotten times. You want to slice and shake them away,. These feelings of the past minutes and days. But yet we continually find them. Cropping into the present time. Blocking our way,. You only wish to avoid a nostalgic day.

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Friday's Footprint: Love

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Monday, 25 March 2013. I fell in love the moment you looked at me,. Your piercing blue eyes poaching my heart. You looked in to my soul and saw who I was. As I in turn I watched your inner self. Our love is like the ocean deep and full of life. We have no secrets, we know no bounds. We break the rules we were given to follow. As long as you are by my side. I shall not recognize fear as fright,. But as an old friend I know and love. Because when you are with me my body yearns to fly. Ahoy there, friend!