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ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME! Click the links below to read the winning poems for the week of October 1, 2004. Poetry Gardens of Fame Index |
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Ann McGovern
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Maybe You Are Here
Maybe you are here after all. Ask the Mexican sun, as constant as my love for you. There is no calendar that marks your death. You signed no contract for immortality. Yet here in San Miguel, church bells ring your name from dawn to deep night. You are the courtyard treasures hiding behind carved doors, the lush orange trees, the feathery fountains, the peace. Inch by inch I seek you among the cobblestones, feel your skin on textured walls. In this high place of steep hills and dry wind, my breath struggles, never wanting any other air except that which you breathe. |
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Gail Ellspermann
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Opportunity A blank canvas sits before me. As I ponder where I will begin I pause to wonder - What it must be like to be completely blank and anxiously await a creative hand Each day is like that blank canvas Will the day turn out blue and sad or yellow and happy? A confusion of colors and shapes or sweetly calm and serene - Unlike the canvas which is at the mercy of the artist - we have the power to make each day a little better, a little brighter. Today is a blank canvas. Pick up the paintbrush of kindness Add the colors of joy and delight in the possibilities before you. |
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Chelsea Rose
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Darkness Darkness My friend Covering me like a blanket Encouraging snuggling Quilt of safety Darkness My salvation Freeing my inner being Inviting wild-woman Mask of secrecy Darkness My prayer Erasing outer lights Hiding tears and lies Eyes of heaven Darkness My blessing Illuminating inner light Glistening through our eyes Bounty of Angels |
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Emery L. Campbell
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Good News, Bad News
Of mighty forces deemed eclectic, the ones whose clout we most respect, near topping all's high-tech electric; can cause convulsions if unchecked. Thus cables, toasters, plugs are shielded to keep crisp current close at heel; on flick of switch full power's wielded, but do beware! Dire danger's real. Belle Bluehair sits in coiffeur's chamber, her dryer hums, then sudden flame! Before her time, yet curtains claimed her; was not her fault, a frying shame. Great progress often comes with downers; base, wretched dirty tricks abound. I s'pose it's true. Well, hang the frowners; just plug it in.but mind the ground! |
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