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ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME!
Click the links below to read the winning poems for the week of September 17, 2004.
Poetry Gardens of Fame Index
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Into Poetic Form|
There is nothing more spiritual
than a beautiful wreck like you.
Your soft eyes spill secrets which
I do not understand, but your lips,
how they quench my thirst.
If only your body could lay warm
if only the pale night
would wrap around us.
If your soul could sing,
its color would entangle me
like spider webs or
crash upon me like a thousand waves.
There is nothing more beautifully tragic
than your blanket of roses, for I would
endure your thorns
for the sake of my heart-
for the sake of my dreams.
You are my muse;
my body spins with stars,
my mind collapses before you.
An eternal sigh sleeps within my breath
and I only breathe for you.
How remarkable your wings are
as they caress the sky-
how amazing the light from your skin is
as it outshines ten-thousand moons.
I am drinking your love and all that you are.
I am bathing in the very essence of your spirit.
Wrap your wings around me,
beautiful tragic angel of my soul.
Let the tongue of the sun hit upon us;
let the moon soften our bodies;
let the stars awaken within us.
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SECOND PLACE WINNER
SEX KITTEN NO MORE |
Her fur lies matted and thin
on her aging body,
stretching sleepily in the shadows.
Her claws now brittle,
her pounce slow,
she dreams of dark fences and caterwauling nights.
A wisp of scent wafts toward the old tom.
Slowly he moves toward her,
following an urgent, remembered pattern.
Soon they wail in ecstasy that marks no calendar.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Flying Blue Lizard|
When you're lonely at home
and you feel like crying
just close your eyes
and pretend to be flying.
Set your mind free
and away form your body
You begin to transform
into a lizard named Oddie.
Now your skin is changing
into a nice color blue
and soft golden wings
start emerging from you.
Now still at home
but not feeling crappy
You're now a lizard
blue, flying and happy
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FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Okwudili Paul Nwankwo
the reddish cock crows,
His flaming thorny comb
seems red hot;
and so his drooping wattles.
polygamous cock crows,
Bisecting his greenish wings
in a semi-circle dance
And scratching out food to lure.
cantankerous cock crows,
Sticking out his stubborn hackle,
with yellow beak pointed arrow-like
And clawing mates in the mid-air.
boisterious cock crows
Perching on top o' the brown wall
proclaiming his victory to the world
Alas! attracting a prowling hawk.
the hapless cock crows
Just before the fatal swoop,
then, skyrocketing with the hawk
And so green with envy over the vanquished.
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