"Seven bums and fourteen legs,
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the question some of us are asking -
is Peter Goulding multi-tasking?"

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Monday, January 24, 2011

Charity Poetry Comp - but get yer skates on

Only just seen this so apologies for the late notice, but it has online entry, so if you have a spare masterpiece lying around, why not give it a go?

Swale Life Poetry Competition
This international competition is organised by Excel for Charity in aid of Diversity House, a UK Charity based in Sittingbourne, Kent to help with their work in fostering social integration, education, and access to life-changing information for members of minority communities made possible through their websites and the free-to-read Swale Life magazine. Winners and commended writers from this competition will have their work published in Swale Life magazine.
Poems must be in English Language on any subject or style with a maximum length of 40 lines open to every poet in every country.
Poems entered must not have been previously published, posted to a website or blog. The poems must also not be under consideration for publication anywhere.
Prizes: First Prize £100.00, Second Prize £50.00, Third Prize £30.00. Two Highly Commended Poets will also receive £10.00 each. [The three winning poems and the two highly commended poems will receive first publication in Swale Life magazine in February 2011]
Entry Fees: £3.00 per poem, £12.00 for 5 poems. [A third of all entry fees goes to the charity. Poets who enter 5 poems get a FREE Sentinel Champions #3 e-Book courtesy of Sentinel Poetry Movement.]
Entry Deadline: 25th January 2011
Results in Swale Life Magazine www.swalelife.com 28/02/2011
Judge: Charles Evans


  1. At the moment my poetry skates seem to have square wheels Peter - but do hope the muse returns one day.

  2. Weaver, I'm sure it will return soon.
    Kat - hi, yes, pretty busy. Decided that I'd better start typing up my grandfather's memoirs (he wrote them longhand in the late 70s)not that he was anybody but I feel a responsibility to the family to do it. But Hod, he never used one word when ten would do! I'm at age 8 and 50,000 words already! And I'm spending a lot of time messing around with my gui---tar. And my erstwhile editor of the local paper has asked me to come back for three more issues. So, sadly, the poetry has suffered...

  3. I thought that was some Irish colloquialism I'd missed out on! If you'd never said anything, I might have started using it (to my great embarrassment).

    I think it's wonderful that you're typing up your grandfather's memoirs; I only wish I had even a second photograph of mine (on my dad's side). I will be keen to read it if you publish.
    (You could be the next Frank McCourt if you fictionalize it.)