Tough, tough decision!
Everyone so eloquent . . .
How to choose just one?
Today is the day you've all been waiting for—the day I announce the winner of Loralee's Fancy Poetry Contest! (wild applause here)
It was really difficult to choose just one from each category—you all wrote extraordinary poems, and as I looked at the entries each day they just kept getting better and better! How to choose? I couldn't even disqualify any on wrong syllable counts—and they are all so good! I
almost considered typing them up, putting them in a bowl, and choosing a winner by the luck of the draw—but I didn't.
;-) Before I show the entries I will give you my token poem:
Happy birthday, me—
Wide awake at three a.m.
I will read my blog.
And now, on to the real poetry!
First I'll show you the entries from the Children's Division. Early on I thought it would be a stiff competition between my Kaylie and my Rachel, but within the last few days poems started pouring in from other children. Yaayyy!
:-)
From
Kaylie (age 11) we have:
There is no dinner,
Not any breakfast or lunch
And it's my dog's fault
Funny! This is undoubtedly a reference to when we first got Tucker and, having to drive the older kids somewhere in the middle of dinner, we returned to find the black lab
on the kitchen table and all the spaghetti gone from the plates and the pot. The kids cried.
Also from Kaylie:
I sleep on the floor
The ground is my work table
I'm the cat's servant
Oh horrible day
Of agonizing terrors!
Spring break is over.
Oh, I
know how she feels on that last one; I can feel that. Great work Kaylie!
Rachel (age 10) wasn't sure at first whether she could write Haiku because she'd never heard of it, but she came up with two excellent poems:
Their roots growing high
They won't grow in the dirt though
Onions know it's spring
Snow takes the birds' place
'Tis warmer down south than home
Winter has arrived
These follow the traditional nature idea and paint a picture. Beautifully done Rachel!
Sam's (age 8) poem:
Biking: spokes and wheels
Strong gravitational force
Whooshing through the air.
Very smart—you can really picture this guy riding his bike! I think we should move Sam up into the adult division!
Peter said:
I'm trying to think.
I can't think though. I don't know.
Do you remember?
I love that! I know the sentiment Peter's describing
exactly!
Catherine (age 6) wrote this:
Pretty paper doll,
Made with sewing, yarn, and care.
It will be for me.
This is very sweet; a perfect Haiku. Nicely done, Catherine!
Johnathon (age 5) had a lot to say about his favorite subjects
—five poems!
Different colors;
They are blue, red, white, black, green.
Ninjas are so cool.
I like Wolverine.
And Spiderman is so cool.
And I like Batman.
I like Avengers.
And Hulk jumps up on buildings
And smashes bad guys.
Every Ninja and
Superhero are so cool.
Bad guys never win.
Dinosaurs are the
Biggest things in the whole world.
Now they all are dead.
Johnathon's gave me a good laugh! I am loving the children's division poetry.
And our youngest participant,
Tommy (age 4) offered this one:
Luke fights Darth Vader.
Luke pulls off Vader's helmet.
Luke sees his dad's face.
Very good job, Tommy!
Each of the children's poems hit the mark: the syllables were spot-on right, and they were all very clever. I love how each of their Haiku shows the personality of its author. Terrific job, kids!
(wild applause here)
Now on to the "Everyone Else" division. First we have four entries from
Stephanie:
Two fish swim around-
In the pale blue fading light
The birds fly back home.
Spinning, spinning, stop.
Turn around and spin again.
Mouse is in his wheel.
I like that word picture.
:-)
Burning, red, and dry.
Pull them out and give a sigh.
Clean my contacts off.
And I can really feel that one, too. *
sigh*
Colors red, white, blue.
Freedom fighters, I thank you!
Brave, courageous, true!
Oooh!
That one rhymes. Yay for Stephanie!
Becky wrote these:
"Hide and Seek"
Hidden in silence.
Heart beating as numbers rise.
Words: "Ready or not."
I really liked the excitement evoked by that one!
The white door opens.
Fresh, cool air hits me. I sigh.
Yes, my fridge is clean.
Hahaha! I've felt that too.
:-)
Brandon wrote:
Trapped, I am trapped here.
Expected for too many things.
Home is a relief.
I really liked this—I think. I could feel it, but it's too bad Brandon is feeling it.
:-( Still, it is very good.
:-)
Brad's are kind of . . . well . . .
Bubbles foam and drip,
pop and spit, before my eyes.
Wipe my baby's nose!
Talk about painting a picture!
Typing, typing fast.
Make my point. Hitting enter.
There! Whew! I must pee.
Hahahaha! I know
that feeling too! Although I don't usually mention it in polite company. Hm. Now my family might think I am calling them impolite.
Tami entered these:
I once had a pet
A hamster with two eye balls
One came out and fell.
That is really gross! And she says it's true story which is even more gross. No, maybe it's more gross to
invent a story like that.
No extra money
for Jason servin' God, but
older camera
Thanks, Tami!
Christine's entries:
I spilled food again.
I don't have to pick it up.
Dogs love when I cook.
Two legs are now three.
The cane improves my balance.
See how fast I move!
Sounds of rain at night.
No raindrops on the windows.
Is the shower on?
Ah, life at home!
Kisses from my Sweet!
Two strong sons wrap me with hugs.
Benefits of love.
Aaawww! I like it. Christine should do some neat graphic thing with that last one and hang it in her house!
Theresa's Haiku stick with a nature theme:
Crawling on the wall
A spider waiting dinner
Bothers not at all.
(And a rhyme, too!)
"Winter Tribute"
Drifting through the air,
Landing on my nose, softly,
Winter's gentlest kiss.
"Fog"
Twining, wraith-like mist,
Seeping cold, wet, icy breath
Flowing up my nose.
Etched against the dawn,
His great paean to the sun
Crows out loud and clear.
Oooh! I
like that last Haiku picture (even though I had to look up the tricky word)—very cool.
Michael doesn't often enter my poetry contests, but he gave me two this year:
An annoying poem
My first haiku completed
I will write no more
I really did laugh out loud at this one. But I was puzzled counting syllables—do you say "poem" with one syllable or two? I decided I'm good with it.
:-) I mentioned the syllable dillema to Michael and he made up this second one for me:
one two three four five
six seven eight nine ten twelve
eleven too long
Hahahahaha!
:-D
And last (but not least—
far from least!) is
Bruce:
Spotting my prey, then,
a low growl, deep in the gut.
That cookie is mine!
Mmmmm. Cookies.
Scrumptious smile baits me,
arms ensnare, lips lock with mine.
I cherish this trap!
I really like this man!
For putrid tresses,
This incantation instructs:
"Lather. Rinse. Repeat."
This makes me laugh! I
do love this man.
There were
so many entries this year—more than I've had any other year, I think. And they were
all great! It was extremely difficult to choose winners—I wish I could give you all a prize (but I really can't afford that). But after lots and lots of thought and agonizing I finally did make my choices.
Drumroll, please . . .
The winner of the 2013 Loralee's Fancy Poetry Contest in the children's division is
Johnathon for his dinosaur Haiku!
Dinosaurs are the
Biggest things in the whole world.
Now they all are dead.
It was a tough choice, but I finally had to pick Johnathon's because it made me laugh and laugh and laugh when I first read it. Johnathon will be receiving a Loralee's Fancy Poetry certificate and a big candy of his choice. Good job, Johnathon! (wild applause here)
In the everyone else division it was a toss-up between Bruce's "putrid tresses" and Theresa's morning song (my name, not hers). But then I thought if I chose Bruce people would accuse him of sleeping with the judge.
;-) So the winner of the 2013 Loralee's Fancy Poetry Contest in the everyone else division is
Theresa! (wild applause here)
Etched against the dawn,
His great paean to the sun
Crows out loud and clear.
I could really see and feel this one—even if she is smarter with words than I am.
;-) For her winning entry, Theresa will receive a Loralee's Fancy Poetry certificate, a plate of home-made cookies
and in honor of the fifth anniversary of the poetry contest, she will receive a book of all the poems entered in my contests for the last five years. (more wild applause here)
So congratulations to Johnathon and Theresa! And to everyone who entered: Thank you so much for playing with me—you are all awesome!