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What is poetry
to you? Here's what it means to the poets who are featured on Dream Quest One's Poetry Page! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________
Here are all of the previous Dream Quest One Poetry & Writing Contest Winners!
First Poetry Prize Winner of the Winter (2005-2006)
“A Single Rose”
I was a single rose That just
didn’t fit in With the garden of wildflowers Where I was forced to grow Others
thought I was unique and wonderful But inside I felt alone And was untrue to myself As I tried to
be a wildflower too But then you came to rescue me And even though my thorns Sometimes drew
blood From your caring fingers You
worked hard to carefully uproot me Gently untangling my twisted roots
And replanting me in my own space Where
I could grow To be the beautiful rose You knew I was always meant to be You nurtured me patiently Bringing
light into my life And watering me with my own tears Until I was no longer afraid To reach
for the sun myself And to show the world What
a beautiful rose I now know I am
By Andrea M. Gratton
of Essex Junction, Vermont -USA
Andrea M. Gratton: “I recently
turned 17 and with the new year came a rediscovery of my passion for writing and my dream of being a writer. I have struggled
through my teenage years, as the poem I am submitting suggests, and writing has become my escape from the troubles I face.
I dream of being a published writer so as to inspire others and send a message to other teenagers that they are not alone.
Thank you for Keeping my dream alive!
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Second
Poetry Prize Winner Winter (2005-2006):
"Shame Was
My Sin"
So heavy, I’m crouched down bent over I can’t stand or straighten
myself. This weight, the weight of my sins darkness all around me, wait a voice has found me and It’s
like thunder, shame it yells shame shame on you for dying with no insurance, shame for leaving your kids on your mother to
raise, shame for smoking crack and shortening your days. I’m cringing and constantly my body seems
to be bowing and bending lower, I can’t move, my life flashes before my eyes and I hear a snickering voice hiss the
words you lose. When I open my eyes I’m still here in this natural world, but there’s something
missing maybe it was just my brain going completely insane, then Jesus says Softly no it’s gone I took your shame.
By Latrina S. Buchanan
of Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
My name is Latrina Buchanan. I write poetry and also have recently completed an
apparel design course and earned my certificate. I was published by the International Poetry Library in a poem book titled,
A Surrender to the Moon. This Gift is from God and I give Him all the praise and glory and credit.
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Third
Poetry Prize Winner Winter 2005-2006:
"Grand Lake of the Cherokees"
Came down from a country road
Through the bush and stones Far
away there was a boat Colors almost roan
Heard a simple melody Was the wind and waves Stories of old
tragedy And old winter caves
Then my eyes traveled the lake But my heart stood still Something broke
and it got late I climbed back the hill
For a last time I looked back Where a warrior might have stood There
is so much that I lack Many things are gone for good
Saw them squirrels, saw them bees Moving free in harmony Dancing flowers,
shadow trees Grand Lake of the Cherokees
By Edward Rosenthal of Cochabamba, Bolivia (South America)
"I was born in Germany, but studied "TV & Video" in Bolivia. I've done music, composition,
documentary, and poetry and I am writing some books currently. Once I made a second prize in a short film contest."
The First Poetry Prize Winner Summer 2006 "The Journeyman" You brought me a mirror that walks with my feet. Reflections
meet my conscience sweet whereverMy silver cord travels in this land of the living. I wander
beat streets in search of milestone’s dawn. My milieu’s days will live with hope of Eden’s
morns. Silently I hear my heart pray to master rhythms. Can I drop into a solution to clean me from
these spots? I’m an island of faults – fortunes are not so hot. Search for riches
– not money – it’s poor tracing paper. Each tomorrow is promised until I die – live no lie. Flowers
are power plants I dig – clean dirt grows. Spare the cameras – simple mirror takes pictures of
me. I love Mother Nature – let me be at home in sheltered deeds. Bees use nectar for mouthwash –
butterflies stay in Powder rooms – their beauty races in colors. Make me a workhorse – sense-of-humor
– without tumors. Endurance is a bear with it given biceps of thoughts. Hope may be a driver
who deflects to the passenger side. Because of you my survival ponders – no dead end wonders. I
get drowsy – in the earwax museum I dare not Sleep; I live inside a safe like the palm of your hand. I
look at my steps as my feet walk away from me. Yet like a revolving door I keep turning more to you. I’m
but a spirit yet my sins cause flesh wounds. No human companionship is the tonic for my lone soul. My
body is a temple – you friendship attends service. A candle is light at both ends – heal my sick wick. I
falter alter, I win and lose, make me a wiser journeyman. Life is precious – I think of memories
– some long ago. A joy came over me: I would not change for many a joy I know.
By James Wesley Ford of Indianapolis, Indiana -USA ______________________________________________________________ Second
Poetry Prize Winner Summer of 2006
“Root”
I was sitting on the root of the tree and fell asleep.
The root spoke to me.
The wind
interrupted from time to time.
I woke
by the sound of empty can blooming into a flower from the recycle garbage can.
The root spoke to me again.
The wind interrupted again and the root reached out its hand with its branch.
It could touch nothing.
I can see that I was like the root that could not touch.
1 could not climb to the top of your mind,
And now I understand that I was nothing
more than water pipe of the tree.
You followed
me even into my dream.
When I
spoke to the sleep, the flowers kept their mouths shut all at once.
The wind held its breath, too.
The morning of when I woke from a deep sleep,
I see roots hanging from the end of a branch.
By Cheol Su
Yeom
of Bundang-gu Songnam, South Korea _______________________________________________________________________ Third Poetry Prize Winner Summer
2006
“You Are”
You are light and air,
The
majesty and mystery of the ages, In your own time.
Timeless, weightless, You float above the muddy cares Of life, transpiring pain Into pleasure, Confusion into crystal
clear meaning.
Unbreakable In soul and spirit.
By Meskerem
Kinfe
of Oak Park, Illinois - USA
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Poetry Prize Winner - Winter 2006-2007
“DREAM - WEAVER”
You weave us sad songs on your loom,
O Weaver, or mayhaps a merry tune,
Or startle us or make us reach.
Like virtuosos of the harp
You pluck ~ magical design
From out your mind and store it on your strings.
With warmth and heart you pluck on
weaver’s warp
A
song of love in living color.
You design us hope to live by
And the spell that beauty kindles
As you weave us bold new fabrics.
In your head you’ve dreams today
To spark our eyes tomorrow.
Your dreams of soul—compelling
beauty
Need no mind—impelling
drugs.
Oh, would that I could be,
Yes, how I’d love to be
A dream—weaver.
I’d
dream a world of peace and love,
Then flesh it out
in warm reality.
By Frank Ray Davis
of Zapopan, Jalisco, Mexico _____________________________________________________________ Second Poetry Prize Winner
- Winter 2006-2007
“The Bluest Eye: Pecola’s Prayer
A series
of Lunes” Inspired by Toni Morrison’s, The Bluest Eye
By Kiarra Lynn Smith
God, where’s my blue eyes?
Give me them To
be beautiful
My indigo eyes View justice As invisible
I absorb disgust Hurled
my way For my skin is Black
Blue can change my world Halting screams From
this fragile frame
By Kiarra Lynn Smith of Saint Louis, Missouri -USA __________________________________________________________________________ Third Poetry Prize Winner - Winter 2006-2007
"Our House"
By Caroline Cecil
comfy
and small- three bedrooms in all where ever shall I begin? a townhouse you know, one of five in a row with neighbors close by to drop in
With two out of three of the bedrooms-
peewee my parent’s room is a suite and the basement so chilly- it seems rather silly Its rundown fireplace has no heat
my room is unique- nothing matches at
all with
hot purple paint on the walls short and tall on the tall wall my loft- on the short wall my sister’s My tall loft is metal-
my sister’s has splinters
My
big sisters room is cool and blue Twin bed and TV with remote control too with her window and view just over a tree Its view is so calm you’ll
take time to see
our kitchen is filled
with all that you need to cook a meal -and plant a seed to grow the sweet herbs — to season our day and a TV to watch our friend Rachael
Ray
the living room chairs-
do not match- though this pair is important to me one- from my grandmother and as for the other — from pop pop who meant much to me
By Caroline Cecil of Timonium, Maryland -USA
_____________________________________________________________ First Poetry Prize Winner - Summer 2007
(
“ Get Lost ” )
You don’t need to
tell me that you don’t love me anymore as it’s reading all over your face,
You
don’t need to explain yourself, there’s the road, get lost You don’t need to look back as there is nothing
here for you to see, as I hang my head to cry my loudest cry, down by the waterfront as her sweet kisses did.
Not less long only her savage lies to be whipped like a dog; I was better off
playing it safe reading Mad Magazines never to unfold love is only for fools thinking it will; Less and later she got fat
and me and myself and I we just did not care as the years came flying like there’s no tomorrow as I made it big to create
my Own ( You Idiot Magazine ) to enslave the world just like Harry
Potter fans too spend there money to no end; To attack within, going to sea just like a good monster
as my aircraft just landed across the good (USA) just like a hungry beast and never mind about ( Global );
Hell, I was a good kid until she got her claws in me as only the ( President
) can lie to you never to get fired just like Paris Hilton and now they ask if she got special treatment. Do I have to spell
it out for you? I am not a real doctor but I play one in TV as everything is staged; We pay them to make me look good just
like in commercials as women to enjoy cleaning after those pigs with a great smile just to talk about soap; Everything shining
white that was in the day of the caveman and now they feed us lies as we are close to dead just like always. So get lost girl. La End…
By
Jesus “JB” Martinez,
of Del Rio, Texas -USA Jr. Age 54
Yes, I love to write just like always like rain that we all enjoy on a hot day to sleep well
at night, yes.
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- Summer 2007
"Perfect"
By Sean Ludwig
I never reach the end of a day
Where
I feel I have completed it.Nothing is done, finished According to my own mind. Could
be better, could be more Perfect. A word which I will never be Able to rightfully use. A word which no mortal man has ever or will have enough Time on Earth to understand. Only in a place where age Is non-existent, where moments Are as
eternal as the language Of the winds- Only in a place Where time is impossible and movement is infinite Will perfection really take place. And to find this place, one must Look between two pages of a book, Or underneath
a rock where only Earth could dwell. Then, in that Second, perhaps one will find A moment
of perfection, and in The reality of his own thought Use it to make the right decision. This,
as a contradiction to what One assumes, could be that very Timeless place we all seek. But maybe
someday, someone will Notice it and not let it pass by
Thinking it was just another ordinary moment.
By Sean Ludwig
of Atlanta, Georgia
–USA ______________________________________________________________ Third Poetry Prize Winner - Summer 2007
"THE MOON"
AGAINST A CLOUDLESS SKY IT ROSE
ITS
LIGHT SHOWN THROUGH THE TREES BRILLIANTLY ILLUMINING THE BRANCHES AND ITS LEAVES.
PERFECTLY
SERENE AND YET MAJESTIC WAS ITS GLOW No MORE TO ME A MYSTERY FOR GOD I TOO NOW KNOW.
FOR
HE HAS MADE ALL THAT WE SEE IN HEAVENS DOME OF NIGHT THE STARS THAT SHINE THE MOON THAT
GIVES THE EARTH ITS NIGHTTIME LIGHT.
KAREN M. WOOD
of
Amissville, Virginia -USA
AND GOD MADE THE TWO GREAT LIGHTS,
THE GREATER LIGHT TO GOVERN THE DAY AND
THE LESSER LIGHT TO GOVERN THE NIGHT; HE MADE THE STARS ALSO. AND GOD PLACED
THEM IN THE EXPANSE OF THE HEAVENS TO GIVE LIGHT ON THE EARTH GENESIS: 1 16-17 ______________________________________________________________________________
The Dream Quest One Poetry & Writing
Contest
Winter 2007 - 2008
Contest Winners are as follows...
The Poetry Poetry Contest First Prize Winner
is:
Imad El Khoury of Rabieh, Beirut Lebanon for the poem titled,
"Fellow Men"
With swords and arrows it started
And now nuclear weapons are founded.
Since ages and men still fight Over
money and a rock so bright.
Oh God I ask you why You’ve made them so blind They
can’t even see what they’ve left behind.
Wake up fellow men You all share the same father Still,
you are killing each other.
News flash fellow men Earth is not yours, but for the future And
the generations that wind blows.
I just don’t understand why you still fight for more When you’ll
eventually die, and others’ll inherit all.
It’s a silly game you play, Where all players must die For
you are the predators and the prey, at the same time.
However
it’s the players that change But the game is still the same They’ve
played it too much That death has become their middle name.
But I’m afraid that one day we’ll
blend, In this horrible killing trend. So will many
generations ahead Until one day, the river of life clots with dead, That’s
when we can say: The End.
This poem was written by: Imad El-Khoury Beirut
Evangelical School for Girls & Boys
B.E.S.G.B.
Rabieh
About the author: My name is Imad El-Khoury. I live in Rabieh,
Lebanon. I'm a student at B.E.S.G.B., Rabieh. I love to write and express my thoughts in anyway, especially on paper.
Now, thanks to these contests, my English teacher and my school, I can share these thoughts and writings with others.
Second Poetry Prize
Winner Winter 2007-2008 "Last Night, I Dreamed of You" By Jazipoet
Last night, I dreamed of you You & I Lost in a midnight rendezvous Danced with you on the ocean floor Till I began to
beg for more Took a magic carpet ride, through the nights sky In the morning he left me wondering why Why things have to be so complicated Off this love we
created Last night, I dreamed of you On a beach of pure black sand Became one, with the best kiss I ever had Letting go of it
all, underneath a waterfall Let him plant his seed, deep inside of me The connection between me & he Might one day; make three Last night, I dreamed
of you In a log cabin, nestled among a snow capped mountain I’d succumb to your charms & die
repeatedly in your arms He joked, I wanted his last name Told him, secretly he wanted the same But this Aries fire, don‘t try to tame Last night, I dreamed
of you Now my eyes hit daylight Everything about this dream feels right You & I & this love so new Lost in a midnight rendezvous I know this much
is true I’ve really fallen for you...
Copyright
© 2007 Blu Peony Inc.
By Jazipoet of Park Forest, Illinois, USA
About
the author: Jazipoet is an observer of life. Heavily influenced by music and the world around her. She takes her thoughts,
wishes, hopes, dreams, observations and tranforms them into free flowing verse. Deeply inside her head all the time, she wrote
her first poem at 13 years old and has been writing privately ever since. After a series of liberating events, she began a
myspace blog in the summer of 2007 in an effort to share her art with the world. Now solely focused on her passion for writing,
she is actively pursuing her dream. She resides in Chicago, IL.
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Third Poetry
Prize Winner Winter 2007-2008
You make me feel so good and I want you so bad I would do anything for you I can’t have you all the time and when I do have you I want the feeling forever But it never stays and that just makes me want you more When I see you and know that you are there I feel safe But when you’re not here I think about you and wonder Will I ever have you again? I know it’s not normal to feel this way Sometimes I get angry
and hope I never see you again You have become
more important that the rest of my life and everything in it But
that feeling doesn’t last I start to
want you again I think I can’t go on without you I
think I’m not the same person without you and I believe you make me a better person I know you can’t help me. in the end you will only hurt me You could be the death of me But I don’t want to think about the end I just want to think about the next time I’ll
have you I feel like I am being used by you, but I am the user I hate you and everything about you except the way you make me feel about myself And I know this is a false feeling and inside I hate that too I will leave you someday and realize that I can make myself feel better about
me than you ever did You may always be around but you
won’t always be part of me You
will die alone because the only way you can die is if you are not a part of anyone’s life.
By Mike Acklin of Hale,
Missouri, USA
"To express how you feel about something,
sometimes you must look through other eyes. It helps you to understand all the whys that you never get answered." ~Mike Acklin
About
the author: I am 33 years old and have 6 children and a beautiful wife. I have after many years started college courses
that have reminded me how much I enjoy writing. I work in Retail and enjoy spending time with my children. I have always wanted
to write more after visiting your website. I got enough courage to submit two poems. Thank you for your time.
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First Poetry Prize Winner
Summer 2008
"Day Dreams at Night Time"
I’m going on an adventure
now the world has grown all dark, While all the world is sleeping on a journey I embark.
The night becomes my soft warm stair on with I climb away
Into a world
of dreams and joy and everlasting day
I run, I fly, I soar through clouds not knowing if I’ll stop. Where wizards
cast and dragons roar from every mountaintop.
For each adventure brave and strong the heroes and villains wield
Enchanted swords from distant lands and brightly
shadowed shields.
With them I go on magic quests where winds and rapids flow To storm a fortress, journey far,
building legends as we go
Where castles
bend and towers fall with creatures taking flight
In the darkest caverns of fearful beasts are treasures shining bright.
In realms so strange and
worlds so fair I see a wondrous fate For courage always wins the day in a world that I create.
And when its time to wake at last I feel no great concern
Because my
world will wait unchanged until I can return. I
f asleep or if awake it matters not you see. My world is real, within
my reach, if only just for me.
By Amanda B. Mason
(Age: 30) - History teacher at a magnet school. I
have always enjoyed telling stories, which is what history is all about! I have also written poetry since I was in school,
and look forward to sharing it with others.
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Second
Poetry Prize Winner
Summer 2008
"The Aging Process"
In your twenties you came to find a body you start to hate. No matter that your curves stay high, your breasts stay firm; legs go till nigh, and still you loath. But pay no mind... ‘Twas your smile that made you great And someone will still think you’re beautiful! In your forties, you’ll come to find a body that makes you tired. Curves that drop and lines that lower. Added weight that makes you slower. You’ll be sad, but I will remind— ‘Twas your smile that I desired. And someone will still think you’re beautiful! In your sixties, you’ll come to find a body you may not know. New lines. Some wrinkles. A fold for all the stories life can hold. You’ll be down, but please don’t be blind— Twas your smile that stole the show. And someone will still think you’re beautiful! In your eighties, you’ll come to find a body aching to be free. Bones are brittle, hair is flat. Not ‘nuff weight to even be fat. If you feel lost, keep this in mind— It’s still your smile...all would agree. And someone will still think you’re beautiful! And that someone is me.
by Randy Terell
(Age: 28) I grew up in Southern California, with a brief stop by Washington, D.C. for a few years in college. Currently
a political consultant for a firm in San Pedro, CA. I also write a weekly political column for a website called LBPost.com.
Between my political life, I was a ballroon dance instructor for Arthur Murray Dance Studio. I just finished writing my first
novel, and in the process of writing my second.
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Third Poetry Prize Winner
Summer 2008
"Finding the Key
to Autism" No speech, no eye contact, it’s
hard to deal, No one in this world knows how I feel. She lost it all, and no one knew, Why the speech she had, took off and flew.
I couldn’t believe, I was in shock, That because of her problem some kids
mock. They mock her, mock me, But they don’t see, To unlock this problem there is no key.
I called her name, times on end. No response and nothing will mend, The sadness I hold in my
heart, Knowing she had a rough start. Not just there, but throughout her life, Is something she and I have to fight.
No matter how far she comes along, Everyone knows there is something wrong. Everything brings me back
to that tragic day, The day she wouldn’t talk; wouldn’t play.
She lost herself and I always pray, That I’ll find
the key; that there is a way.
by Aubrey Lovejoy
(Age: 14) - I've been writing since I was
six years old. I've had a poem published in two newspapers. I play 4 sports: soccer, basketball, softball and tennis.
My poem is dedicated to my younger sister who is autistic. I write mostly short stories, but I'm starting to write more
poetry.
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First Poetry Prize Winner of Winter 2008-2009
Alyssandra
Nighswonger of Long Beach, California, USA
“Beautiful
People”You come into my life and I am stunned by you, you beautiful
people. The things you say. The things you create. The
way your mouth moves. I’m awestruck. I just want to sit back on the wall, like a fly and observe
you. I want to absorb you. Then my beautiful
people, you leave. You do ugly things. When
it’s time to fly, I find that I’ve stuck myself to the wrong part of the wall. I’m
stuck observing and absorbing. Oh beautiful people, you are so hard to loathe, so I loathe
myself. I wish I could harden and become the wall. The
wall is cold. The wall is reflective. It only absorbs the deep vibrations of the earth. And
with those vibrations, the heartbeat of life. But what is a heartbeat to
a wall? The blood in my veins warms my fingertips, so that I may touch many. Those
same fingertips reach out. They hold tight to the warmth of another. I
reach out to you, my beautiful people. I reach with my fingertips, my blood, my heart. But,
I can’t hold tight to you. I found a bitter pill where I sought warmth. My
fingertips curled hard, but could not hold themselves. I wish I could say
I was through with you, my beautiful people. But I’m awestruck. I
feel the heat of my eyelids meeting. I can’t see clearly until I close my eyes. The
beauty of my own being, I too easily overlook. I, too, say beautiful things.
I create beautiful things. I am beautiful, too.
By Alyssandra Nighswonger
(Age: 23) I'm a songwriter in Long Beach. I host an open mic at the Viento y Agua Coffee House and live with Ellen,
the amazing piano player on my band. We make music all the time. I'm a recording student at Long Beach City College. I
work at Disneyland as a letterbrush artist, in which is pretty much the best part time job ever. Biggest Influences: Harry
Nillson, Nick Drake, Paul Simon, Mason Williams and Alma Luz Villanueva.
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The Second Poetry Prize Winner Winter 2008-2009 is...
Barbara
Peabody of Tucson, Arizona, USA“Just in Case”I bought two hatsIn
case One
blew off I
took two apples Just in case I bought two parrots In case One flew away I made two keys In case I lost one I made two friends Just in case I worshipped two gods In case One failed me I revered two saints Just in case I loved two men In case One left me I wanted two children Just in case.
A poem written by Barbara Peabody
I am a professional artist (painter &
photographer) and have lived in the southwest for 40 years, am bilingual (Spanish), and have also lived, travelled and exhibited
my art in Latin America. My first book was published in 1986, "The Screaming Room." I established
the first AIDS art program in the U.S. as well as HIV/AIDS counselling & advocacy & cofounded co-operative art galleries,
as well as raising 5 children.
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The Poetry Contest Third Prize Winner - Winter 2008- 2009 is...
Liam
Yates of Raleigh, North Carolina, USA
“Cold Emotion”
The church was solemn
Gray and bleak As the bishop turned to speak, No tears would flow. Words of God Spoken to his now cold follower. The priest’s attempts at humor seeming
odd, Still,
no tears would flow. I recalled his deeds His actions, words, Vows, pledges, and creeds, Still, no tears would flow I went home, heard my keys fall Pondering the bleakness And grief of it all, Still, no tears would flow. Then, I saw a photo of him A grin on his face, happier Than I’ve ever seen him, ever. Then, and only then, Tears flowed.
By Liam Yates
Age: 14 (On the death of my grandfather)
Liam Yates is a freshman at Broughton High School in Raleigh,
NC. He is an honor student, budding writer and actor who performs frequently at NRACT (North Raleigh Arts and Creative Theater).
His writing interests lie in writing poetry on varied subjects and science fiction stories. "Cold Emotion"
was written after leaving the funeral service for his paternal grandfather.
Liam resides in Raleigh, NC with his parents,
younger brother and sister.
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The Summer 2009 Poetry Contest First Prize Winner is:
DIETRA REID of Baltimore,
Maryland
"The Strength of Character"
The rhyme sticks and stones become
in grained in the essence of the heart, body
and steps of the human
being.
In the silence of the response there
emerges the character.
Whose character? Yours? Mine? Whose?
It is the ideal character that
strives to the
invisible, invincible power of truth of heart,
mind, motivation and action.
It is the exquisite powers that deepens,
evolves, widens, explores in a
land of a
cesspool of attacks.
Gentle power that is so soft that
it is
mistaken for ignorance.
But it rebounds in loving wisdom
of the true just of life.
a poem by Dietra Reid
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The Poetry Contest Second Prize Winner is...
LAURA FICCO of Assemini, Cagliari, Sardinia, Italy
“The
phantom of the dark”
I lay my head upon the pillow. another sleepless
night awaits my spirit relives the daylight hours encountering the phantom of the dark.
I dry my saddened eyes of the tears
shed quietly shattered in the loneliness
A mother, her dreams
of blooming green horizons to recall the flowers of the land dissolved by the insane hurricane
Cry mother, the sky knows your secret the eyes are needed for this too don’t torture your
soul the wrinkles speak of your pain weakening the heart
And...Mother Mary cries tears of blood, having tortured the flesh of
her flesh in a dull abominable noon.
On the third day She smiled once more of a peaceful joy breathing life back into life.
Don’t cry mother, dream again, light up hope for one day the light will
brush your lips and the nights will
be free of the phantom
rescinding the pungent and penetrating pain. Laura Ficco
is from Genova, but she lives in Assemini, Ca, Sardinia. She was born as artist in 1980, she's a painter who uses many different techniques for her paints. She takes part
in different exhibitions with her works. She started writing poems in 2003, but this passion had already started when she was a teenager. Sensitive are the themes of her poems. Laura takes part in many cultural events of music and poetry,
these shows are set at "Palazzo Vice-regio" in Cagliari, in many literary clubs and in Sardinia's theatres.
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The Poetry Contest Third Prize Winner is...
RYAN SHEPLER of Sebastopol, California
“A Better Life”
When will the life that everybody follows end? People have a choice in this
world, but they choose material things. People believe that money is the cure to their problems, For those people who have more money, It is just a separation from others who
don’t have any. Love may be an alien like word for those can’t see the full potential, When it takes sanctuary in each individual.
When
the wealthy are separated from the poor and Laws encouraged the discrimination and segregation of African Americans and whites, Love is the only answer.
The clouds have darkened through time, instead of us learning inside. When people
stop killing people and children stop being abused, When mothers, fathers, and children stop
being killed in war, When hate has stopped ruling us and we stop growing hot embers in our minds, Then love would take more small steps around the world.
Hate is the poison to this world, slowly eating us alive. Can we decide to
and act upon a life without distrust in one another and, Understand each individual for
whom they are inside and, Love them with the love we have? Yes...
When people realize what they have in life, and When the waters of life calm from the roaring tides, Then love would be the understanding
of all, and Then beings on Earth would finally get a chance to sleep without disturbance. Love
is the reason we are alive on earth,
To help us move along to the better life. My name
is Ryan Shepler (Age: 15), I go to school at Plumfield Academy and I am in the 10th grade. I enjoy reading, writing, poetry
and listening to music on my free time. I enjoy talking about life and coming up with green ideas. Ienjoy sports and eating
all kinds of food. I am a good student and I'm leading a good life now. Right now things are looking bright in my future.
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