Yes, I forgot to mention that many are shortlisted by a inhouse panel.
Ros, you've challenged me to post the Welsh Poetry Competition Winner 2007. The same judge, and I quote 'judged by famous Welsh writer John Evans' , was retained to judge the 2008 com too. I didn't enter. Check out the comp here -
http://www.welshpoetry.co.uk/
So here it is and be afraid, be very afraid !! You were warned !
Concrete
Con construct, nae lay deified, serpentine eye belie bitter ego
Denied, satiate and purify chase.
Lick batteries not pylons
Likely geezers selling nylons in the lanes,
they all stink of old spilled spunk,
crusty gunk, sticking vile to their long johns,
she don't suck that hard for no one or no stocking,
saliva slopped in the ginnel gutter,
she tossed him off he finger fucked her,
pope don’t mind so long as dick don't linger,
he drank beer she drank cider,
that's apple juice to you.
Lights, powerless observe mutely,
behind blackouts the keen and the curious hide,
think they can tell a stranger from shadow,
but cant tell their arse from their elbow,
doodle bugs come and do them good,
fall and flatten their comfy homes,
shake and rattle their rattling stoves,
as they cook up crack for a car boot sale,
e-bay or some other god forsaken trading hole.
She spat her teeth as she went of her feet,
ripped from head to twat by a sword on the wall,
uncle Billy saved from the paws of a kraut,
must have been a general or fancy dressed contestant,
either way dead as dead old fuck now,
sing songs to keep them whole and sane,
aim at the base and exclaim to the tone,
of an ever flat marching band,
"granny got fucked in old johnnies shed
if grampy finds out they’ll both be dead
granny got rimmed, Johnny got head
on the blob, he did her arse instead
because were fucking for a better time
were fucking for a better life
were fucking, were fucking"
but they dont sing fuck they sing
"um tiddly um pum, pum pum"
if vou don't like the taste don't swallow
old Chinese saying,
“don’t be a cunt and you wont get fucked”
Old man sage says
"there's a snake in my spine"
Zen says
“ ”
the Buddha just smiles,
realises its not quite a cry but close enough
stretch your legs Susie girl,
stretch em wide and give us a twirl,
Oh John be honest son,
you twist your charm and turn out scum,
when the law strikes you down,
you'll try your wit and half a crown,
but unbought the time will stamp
Seven times seven and cast you out
Oh Johnny boy don't you know
War, make beasts of us all.
To be fair it does have something if you can fight your way through the sexual imagery.