CP Regional Library Poetry Contest Thank you to all who entered and congratulations to our winners!
The following prizes are awarded winners in each age group. 1st Place $35.00 Amazon Gift Card 2nd Place $25.00 Amazon Gift Card 3rd Place $15.00 Amazon Gift Card
We encourage everyone to keep writing and dreaming.
Here are our winners! Children Up to 12 Years Old
1st Place Avery Leanny Hoyle |
It is twilight. In the night it is soft like a pillow. And the only dare that I shall face has put a spell on me. So I can't remember you see. Even so the lasers in my mind are hurting me I need a break with all the things in my head.
Avery's 5 random words: laser, spell, soft, twilight and dare. |
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2nd Place Kai Landon Fisher
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I'd much prefer a pole to a hole. In a hole it is black as night. On a pole you can see the bay alight. On a pole I can seize the moon. In a hole I will see a baboon. In a hole I cannot hear a song. The pole is definitely where I belong.
Kai's 5 random words: pole, prefer, bay, belong and seize
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3rd Place Logan Hoyle |
A red bird flys by me Its leg got hurt so it fell I caught it I reformed its leg So it can fly I helped it feel secure With a little push One day it flew away
Logan's 5 random words: red, push, secure, reform and leg |
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Young Adult - 13 to 18 Years Old
1st Place Aria Noelle Canady
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goose chase
toward the fire we run mystical flames atop charred wood miles miles miles before our legs give out the farther we run the farther the fire retreats we sit and sit longing to touch the enchanting sparks watching the blaze recur two lapping about as if teasing we realize we will never make it but we keep running because the possibility is better than giving up so forever and ever toward the fire we run |
Aria's 5 random words: fire, goose, two, enchanting and recur.
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2nd Place Emily Waller
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My Little Red House
I love my little red house Not to tight not to bright I love the way the butterfly's flitter and flutter about For they too saw the hazel grouse A graceful winged creature like no other Yes the grouse, oh the grouse Has wings with amazing color There are always new things to discover By my little red house
Many folk come and go Along the road in front of my little red house Where the lilies bend and low and the daffodils still cope with the wind Where butterflies are hovering And the grouse builds its nest Is where my little red house is Come and visit me at my little read house |
Emily's 5 random words: butterfly, house, discover, folk and cope.
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Adult - 19 + Years Old
1st Place Lilly M Krcmar
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Where do you go old woman with your sad eyes I have seen you before in your simple skirt, like a sufi dancer gliding one step forward, sidestep, next,
A slight twirl or was it your balance on The broken pavement, pieces scattered like your life now
The marble smooth floors you once danced upon gliding in his arms Memories like steps classify as dance One step forward, then one side left
Go home old woman with your sad eyes Don't you know the dance is over Day is gone, the last ray of sun swallowed by night
Lilly's 5 random words: ray, marble, go classify and simple.
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2nd Place Rebecca Benners
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But lo what is on my mind? A spilling of ideas. They slip and flop upon the floor: Too slick and fast to recover. I am at a loss. I scratch my head. What is it that other folks do at these times?
I reflect on my life's center now: motherhood. But sometimes it seems like my child will birth herself like a butterfly: I am here and it is good But from here on out, I am of less and less consequence.
There is a whole world out there Which will be unlike what is in this house. How will she cope with it all? That will be up to her to discover.
She'll eat the leaves she wishes. She'll spin her cocoon. Let's hope the leaves are pure And the branch she'll choose is safe.
I am the helper now and not the maker. Is that how it's actually always been?
In the meanwhile, I will pick up my worries All the little flittery giblets of notions And tuck them back in an apron pocket Tack the button in place and go see what is she is doing While my thoughts threaten to distract me.
For while she is not very fast, Her legs grow more so every day And time threatens to outpace us all.
Rebecca's 5 random words: butterfly, cope, folk, discover, house |
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3rd Place Sloan Addamsway |
Grandfather clock Ticks by The slow passage of time. Counting seconds, Minutes, Hours, Counting down to nothing. No matter how many ticks have tocked We are all still stuck In the present moment. And yet Grandfather clock Still tiks and still toks. An important task, Keeping us on track, But it receives no praise. Not even when the sun shines Through the window Spilling light on the ornate carvings, Shiny brass pendulums, Inside the spotless glass case. An antique Visible from the street That no one wants. No one stops their commute To peruse. They just don't have The time.
Sloan's 5 random words: grandfather, time, present, praise and light
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Honorable Mention Pamela Weber
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In his mansion on the hill The rich man settles in to count The treasures of his fortune Whose power is paramount.
Coins of gold and silver balance On his calibrated scales As the line to the soup kitchen below Is proof that poverty prevails.
But still the counting continues And lines continue to grow. Men and women, young and old Do you not see; do you not know?
The choice is yours of course dear sir To spend your money as you please, But consider the pains of hunger A simple act of kindness can ease.
Pamela's 5 random words: balance, please, choice, gold and rich.
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Library Staff
1st Place Travis Green |
Darkness Cometh Alive
Haggard wanderer of the deep, brimming with filth-fueled mirth, How come you to my door? I've waited, waited, five nights for the bright-burning sun, to lick its lips across my sill, to make the cold things new— and replenish the warmth of a sick-swollen heart Alas, only darkness cometh alive, beating in at my door, Her eyes of sackcloth and coal, The hem of her windswept dress, split by a nature soiled red in tooth and claw, her only decadent food the souls of stupor, drowning in their loathsome iniquity, fit only for the fresh-stoked fires of hell Heathen of the dark, how come for me now— when dawn doth promise to color my night? Grow not faint, my rickety heart, oh galleon grown sloppy on dark waters, For she comes at your weakest, when night blooms ripe without stars; we aren't meant to wander forever, within her wicked lusty-lipped embrace The door must go unanswered, hold tight the padlock of thine slippery heart, give not your touch, give not your taste
Travis's random words: coal, sloppy, grow, food and five
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2nd Place Amy Tattersall
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Quick Glance
As the folk singer’s butterfly tattoo slipped out revealed for everyone in the house to see, My inner discovery -- That everyone From artist to professor Has to cope, if not hope That we recognize real beauty Emerging like that butterfly That’s now free from its sleeve
Amy's random words: butterfly, house, cope, discovery, folk
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3rd Place Wendy Rosen
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On Writing I cannot write in the pastoral setting The sunrise should bring inspiration Even if I wait, the flowers have no message One old tree, wise beyond its years Observes the empty page, bereft of writing and thoughts.
I can only write on the subway Amidst the forgetfulness and haste which others make The pen flies and thoughts repeat onwards Each sketch on the paper brings sudden creativity Rough-hewn but real, I am the artist of the human story.
Wendy's random words: sketch, repeat, make, sunrise and wait
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