Café MuseTeen Poetry Contest Winners 2001: Grades 6-81st Place My People's Past J.J. Life for us has always been an easy train to glory or has it We were the whippers the killers the problem some easy train to glory 2nd Place The Vacuum Damien take out the vacuum unroll the cord plug it in flip the switch on whhIIRR CRACKLE move forward move backward clean cleansed move wardfor move wardback spotless flip the switch off WHIIiirrr CRACKLE un plug it roll it up put it back in the closet 3rd Place The Storm Stephen I sit on the tall, green, grassy hill. I hear the distant rumble of the storm. The storm, the storm is coming. The sun, the bright sum is dim. It is fading. The sky is black. I hear the whoosh of the wind and feel the wrath of the clouds. The clouds are bursting with anger. They send down their mighty roar of thunder. It sprays the Earth with its tears. The deadly knives come down and shock the Earth in its fury. Honorable Mention What If... Chad
Honorable Mention Mother Danielle You've been there to guide me And teach me And be my friend When I'm in need You've always given me help When I'm sad Or in trouble You're a great influence And positive role model In my life You've taught me Who I am and Who I want to be But most of all You've been my Mother Café MuseTeen Poetry Contest Winners 2001: Grades 9-121st Place Yesterday's News Anna One child's life Warped, now relegated To yesterday's heap of old news, His fate now back page. One child's memories Seared, now forever Tainted by what has gone before. One person, faceless. One child's future An unknown destination. Will he try to find life Away from childhood's ugly face? 2nd Place A Visit From My Past Jenni Inspired by "A Visity of Charity" Addie's story I sit here in my room all day and all night I rock back and forth in my rocking chair. I hear the mindless chatter of a woman who lives here with me And sometimes it is more bearable knowing that there are people out there They come to visit me...even if they are only doing it for the brownie points... Sometimes they remind me of myself. Afraid of the unusual, of the bizarre- and I am a tad unusual A bit bizarre But a human, none the less. I wish others could understand that a pat on the head is not enough to make me feel Wanted Loved Or of any consequence whatsoever. That's the way it is. We old people are left to the dust Ready to crumble Left on the shelf like An old antique doll left because it is too fragile to play with. But I would rather enjoy my life than save it and spend it in a creaky old rocking chair Or lying in bed looking at the ceiling Crying inside my heart to think My one son My only son My child would leave me to rot in a place like this. Waiting for my inheritance... While I wait to die in a block of ice. 3rd Place Quietly Arranged Stacy Quietly arranged as the lavender in the garden towards the summer afternoon with a glass of lemonade. Honorable Mention Deciding To Level Out Stacy Deciding to level out. Turning toward an inner thought which often changes in times of doubt. Opening a neon fuse to evaporate all unwanted warnings. Shifting morals collide and dazzle chiseling out new depths. In a chance to uniquely defy your so called gravity and strip away gratitude. Honorable Mention Freshman In High School Brandi I recognize that girl over there in the corner. She is lonely and scared on the outside, Yet BRAVE and bold on the inside She observes this world and takes it for what it is worth. She holds the flowers in her hands just as if they were glass. She understands The beauty of rain, The power of sun, The strength of wind. She C O U N T S the blessings she has been given. Nobody can see the M U N I F I C E N T MaGnIfIcEnCe she holds inside. I recognize the girl in the corner. I used to be her. Then, I let the world know that I knew and understood the beauty of the UNIVERSE, That I wasn't going to give in to the everyday SINS, That I had Standards, Beliefs, and I could Conquer the world with Kindness. She doesn't yet know that being kind and knowledgeable is OKAY. She is just a b e g i n n e r, a freshman in high school. Return to Cafe Muse |