Poems are being accepted for the 2012 Foley Poetry Award. Each entrant is asked to submit only one typed, unpublished poem of 30 lines or fewer that is not under consideration elsewhere.
Include contact information on the same page as the poem. Poems will not be returned. Please do not submit poems by e-mail or fax. Submissions must be postmarked between Jan. 1 and March 31.
Poems received outside the designated period will be treated as regular poetry submissions, and are not eligible for the prize. The winning poem will be published in the June 4-11 issue of America. Three runner-up poems will be published in subsequent issues.
Cash prize: $1,000.
Send poems to: Foley Poetry Contest / America, 106 West 56th Street, New York, NY 10019.
Dreaming...
Then wake up to reality
Back to the same job, same salary,
With no one really there to carry me,
Through
It
All
Though you still call,
And we met last week,
You say he's not me,
Since patchwork ultimately seeps
Truthfully
For you are still my last encounter,
After long my heart has lost a beat
Now
I turned down a new street,
Sticking to my vows.
How i will never forget you,
As my emotions continue to boil
We may belong together
But future changes with time,
And our past shall never spoil
So if you do consider yourself mine
You'll be better off at the finish
Line ->*<- Load.
As you continue to Electrocute me
Ur love will always be kept, never to diminish
Running till the end, for all
Eternity.
Never regret this, for we shall meet again.
I'm anxoius for the 1st Newsletter. Question:
Do you ever wish you could go back and change things that happened - or didn't happen?
BROKEN FENCES
Often we leave behind broken fences
Never intentionally
Nor carelessly.
Broken fences in life simply happen along the way.
Like crispy dried up leaves falling with cold winter wind approaching.
Each individual broken fence is of a different pattern,
Like snowflakes frozen upon frosty windows.
If only we could return to the time it would have been possible
To mend the fence, or step around... that time never comes,
We only march ahead,
Soldiers in war, fighting the battle of life.
Steve Muras. web site: writersgiftstop.com
Should I assume that since a year has passed without word from the poetry editor that my poem for publication, "Women of Jerusalem Weep for Us: . . ." wasn't selected? I tried to contact the poetry editor via the New York phone number for literary work, as well as online to ask if he'd let me know if he received this poem, but haven't been able to correspond with him.
Is he willing to contact me? To have a brief conversation about why my poetry hasn't been selected for publication would mean a lot to me. It's difficult to envision that my poetry is out there buried under piles of work, as so often happens, even to publishable literary work.
Sincere thoughts,
Linda M. Goddard
941 Wedgewood Drive
Winter Springs, Florida 32708