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National
Poetry Month
Spring 2015
Contest Submissi
ons
Deep Blues
Underneath the skinDown below the visible,There was still a small
childBelieving the inadmissible.
A melting pot of descended cultures
Taught myths of insignificance,
Teaches or kings and queens
We know nothing but ignorance.
Royalty is embedded butUnbeknownst like priceless coral,
Created naturally by lifeMolded and corrected by
every moral.Fed with false informationSince the forced arrival,Infinite acts of hatred
Taught mandatory survival.
Our birthplace had it allBeautiful place except
increasing famine,Even servants participated in
ritualsLike Antogo anyone can be
king salmon.Will we all come together to
incinerateThe abyssal hatred with a
tiki torch,Every race falls victim to
racial satireBecause in hate there is no
remorse.Research is essential for
Understanding of ones roots,We are all beautiful, in all
formsIt is vital what we must do:We will learn to find love
within the hate that deemed our
history,So in the middle of your
deep bluesUse the deep fire to extinguish the misery.
The Monarchy of the Red Blooded StrangerMy monarchy is in the reflection
of the living…Sharing life
…Sharing experiencesCan even bring a Royal Fortune
to a strangerthrough The good
The bad…and even the UGLY
It’s in the Red blooded…and even the blue blooded
…Sharing life and sharing experiences
Can build any mind into thinking they are living
In the Lap of Luxury
My Chocolate Therapy
You given energy to deal with the
Pressures of the world. You are my
Pick me up, that’s why I call you
My coffee bean. You a delicacy
For my eye, soft voice toComfort me after a long day ofWork. With your soft touch,
you Are a special to me, a rare
breed, myFrench truffle darling.
You are so cool, yet soSweet, design so beautiful when
I see you sitting on theCounter, you remind me ofA modern mocha, I got from
Starbucks. Baby you ease my Mind from a stressful day
Like dark chocolate that why youAre my chocolate therapy.
My strong, black beautiful queen.
A Diff
erent Shade of Blue
When I say I am inked,It doesn’t refer to the tattoo on my arm
I am inked by the experienceLoving who I am
Inked isn’t what I asked to beBut what I have to be
Especially walking around sailor’s bayListening to what sailors say.
They speak of shade,A different shade of blue
Not the usual teal or denimBut the blue no one notices
Hidden behind the sky and the robin’s egg
The blue that speaks to you, the tidal wave
That says, “I am the last color seen before I take and drown.”
Everyone wants to ride the wave…
What happens when the wave rides back?
I was created to be a force to reckoned with
I can make sure your sailors never make it home
I am that that blue, not that shadeNot the one that you’re used to
Which reminds me of little Brittany Blue
She was blueBut not the blue that you’re used to
And the blue that you’re used to isn’t blue
At least, least of all…At least not the blue for you.
Frederick Barnes, Winner 2015 Contest
On the famed shores of CamelotVeiled in the purple mists of the
Mysterious NightThe ethereal sprites dance the
sacred FantasiaWhile protected by Oberon’s
mighty Knighthood
Midnight in the Pansy Garden of Good and EvilThe filtered moon crawling through white lily
clouds
On a lavender sky,
Sparkling on wild Pansy and Canyon Iris
in the Pansy Garden of Good and Evil.
Glazed pears
Wild ginger tea with Beehive honey,
What a beautiful night!
Our
Ca
mpg
roun
d St
ory
In a camping tent,Near the North American hills,
I sentA messenger of truth
To invite you to join me.
I waited patientlyFor a reply,
But no answer, I sighed.Soon the gray squirrel
outside would laugh.And the forest would turn old.
As I walked our old remembered paths-
The paths we once made from primitive methods,Being young, wild and
rampart-I remember the days we
spent here-collecting sticks to build our tent.
Tools and stones,Arrowhead of ancient tribes,
Laughter and joy-This is what my forest hides.
An hour passes by my appearance,A decade,
A decade more,Soon a century-
It became evident you were no more.
I still see you, In the tent, in the hills,
In the tree growth.In the forest bed,In the forest head,
In our camping tent where our youth was spent.
And it is there, that I announce my final bed.
Benjamin McLinRunner Up, 2015 Contest
The Magwitc
h’s Lament
Across the wild and skybourne sea
Where pity has no claimA life transported for a crime
Pure rot among the hulksBobbing in the reeds
Until the murkiness beneathAnd after fog encases
I strain to see the Tower BridgeAnd its scarlet red defensesSun rises: lighting thermal
fissures
Becalmed upon Tasmanian SeaA searing tealish white
More brilliant than the dingy Thames
A copper for that scene
Meaghan, Gerard
Stile
tto
Love
When they look at me they want to know the Juicy Details
How it is, that I do what I doBecause a woman like me
They don’t understandI’m too Pinkadelic for most
But for those who get itThey are richly rewarded by my IntrigueI’m like that pair of heels that goes with
everythingAnd makes your legs look great
Everyone is after my Stiletto Love
Christina Tatum
Dreaming of Aruba Blue for Spring Break
High Dive to thousands of learning objects
Rushing Stream of creation and critical thinking
Striking results are yours to be proud of
Aruba Blue sky and beaches are the reward to enjoy.
Chung Lee
I call it P150 lol…
The boys, they love me.
The girls, can’t touch me.
When I, walk past,
They get, whip lash.
Put me, on Bossip,
Cause I’m, hot gossip.
When I sway, my skirt,
Send the flirt, alert.
Want to know, my business,
Should I, prevail,
Sorry, can’t do it
No kiss, and tell.
Brea Walker
A Fallen SensoryThe eyesWere a shade of Old and, soon to be, Closed cues.
I was the only voice,In the pool,Nearest to your muse.I’m here, My dear, I’m here, have no fear.
And, altogether, there wasNo decay.No dying of the warmth, Which came from the Eyes of your fireplace,
The fireplace glow,I felt it-The presence of truth.I felt it- The last Autumn of our most Enjoyable (Mind soothing) talks.
There was an ending-An ending approaching.Soon.
“the leaves today, areBeautiful. Red, orange andYellow too”-“I know the leaves are Beautiful. Colorful leaves are always,Always a muse. Just like you.”
The last note, the last line,What trickery was the conversation to do?Before Winter,That Autumn, I would understand All too soon.
The trees were brilliant,A many reds, oranges and yellows too.
Standing, there in the center Forest, My love: my most prized jewel!!
The eyes, again, Were a shade of Old and, soon to be, Closed cues.
And it was there,In this Forest, The enchantment would end,And I would retire there on the Forest bed, On the golden forest of paints.
Not even the California Coral treesCould ease this acquired pain.
“Refuge”
It’s that time of year againThat time to make the journey home
To a place where there was once laughter and loveTo a place where my family and I once roamed
That which once was beautiful nationIt was elegant and youthful some say
But now all of its beauty has been shattered, somewhat erased
Under the sky that now bears an asphalt grey
This nation had been burned down so violently; with no remorse
By our enemies who were once called friendsFrom the highest peak of the once infamous iron
mountainTo the grasslands very end
My lungs fill with carbon monoxide every timeAs my close relatives experienced beforeNow all that remains are their cool ashes
My family exists no more
But I will not deter the memoriesThough so little, I welcome them with pride
Because one day I will indeed see them againIn the pure white place above us
But until then, inside me will they forever reside
Just a Reflection
Mom!!Father!!
Wait Where am I?
Hush up little black boyI can’t move my hand or feet
Where are we going?Nobody knows
Just be quiet before they kill you
Oh my Allah!!!The smell
So many bodies dead next to me
Maybe all of this is just a dream
Pinch meIt’s not a dreamIt’s a nightmare
The scream of the little black boySlices through the chilly blue air
John and BobGo get like 40 more of them
savagesWe need to slight the load
Before we dock the shipyard
As I watch some of my people Choose to jump over board
instead of taking their wrathI took a glimpse of the water as my reflections look back at meSo many of my people died in
that infinite deep sea
What is that paper?It looks like some kind of
treasure mapBut the money symbolsAre on our mother land
So that means we are the treasure
It seems like they are taking us to another land
Aww man
Aye boy how did you get that paper?
John hand me the keys and whipWe got us a smart one
What is your name boy?Oh!! He don’t understand
I bet he understands now!!
POW!!! POW!!!
AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
I wake up every morning to see the Sun rise.
It looks like a Japanese Koi fishSwimming across the horion.
The world looked more beautiful thanTwo butterflies.
Happy people of the world enjoying theirLives.
Enjoying each otherFroma father to a mother
To a sister to a brotherSmiles as big as a cheerful tangerine,
And as small as a cutie.Never before have I seen so much beauty.Shine as bright as the yellow strips on a
BeeIt shares the same asure sky.
As blue as the clearest of seas.Walking up can make your day as sweet
As a mandarin orange,And as colorful as a lollipop.
Don’t ever let a tear dropBecause you’ll never know if you wake up.
To see that sunrise again.
A G
old
Theo
ry I’d dream to glimmer inGlory,
To be found high and undeniably
Worthy.
I’d love to wear, An established
Crown,One of a country-nationFilled with solid gold,Treasures and sound.
InheritanceNeed not be a cause,
InheritanceNeed not make me pause.
I should have my gold,My solid gold, My Royal
gold.And I should be pleased
With rare steel, Iron works,Ones worthy of my
Iron will.
My Kingdom, I think,Should lie near the
Ocean, My lands, I think,Be bathed in gold,
For when I have been aged,Conquered, cheated and sold,
My iron, my steelMy 24-Karot rarities of Old,
Be tossed in the Endless depths,
Their glory untouched.
Isn’t this my topPriority?
Isn’t this the ultimateWorldly dripped, soil painted (Blood
lathered),Wind scorched goal?
-To be surrounded by rarity?-Is this happiness?
-Is this what my world beholds?
P200 – 4 through 7
On the beachDrinking my carotene cocktail and gin
I can see for milesOn the sand
Of the burning coast, my feet in the water.
Time goes byToo, too swiftly.
It seems you that you just joined me this morning
And now you leave meAlone.
Joy this morning,Sadness this dusk.
Go my friend, my loverInto the sizzling sunset
Of a bonfire night.
Darryl Thompson
A Chilled Presence: Un-restrained
When the SunFalls low (Let the Ice Kingdom grow)
And the chilled groundNumbs my toes, (Let the body feel its soul)
I’ll close my eyes(and keep them silenced)
My will in practice(Lowered depths, pure niacin)
A sacred time-This scene I’ll hold.(In my own silence)
“The world. Is not too cold”(I lie, I’m not so bold)
“The world, is not so old”(I say this. A kind hearted Eskimo)
Below zero is a blessing(Keeps you humble dear)
Keeps the body alert.Heat generates from the drop.
(A warm, golden turn)Thus, eases the pain-
Keeps you well preserved.
(Your heart, in turn, will continue to burn)(Your heart, in turn, will continue to burn)
And though it hurts,To walk in the snow,
I feel alive – the beauty of the cold.
The ice cave is my home,The cave nearest to the Valley of Glaciers.
And soon, it will be my way of Life.A life filled with a chilled presence,
Un-restrained.
Want to be apart of this year’s competition?
Choose a Paint Chip from the Library &
Submit your Poem along with the entry form,
by April 8th, 2016!
GOOD LUCK!