by Marilee Smith
Expectant summer eve doth cross the lawn
As we enjoin ourselves to tryst as one
Who at appointed hour is helpless drawn
To breathe warm airs empassioned, lush, undone.
We draw together thus to heightened clime
Where slip we clapping hands to venture grand
Of oaths and acts of war the heart to prime
In thrones of amorous wit, a fairyland.
Though side by each and gathered be we still
Alone, we darklings wrestle tides forsooth
By stages must requite we good and ill,
Exchange desire through walls 'twixt line bred truth.
We audience perform our role - delight.
Extinguish common dread in artful plight.
Honorable Mentions - Adult Division
by Arthur Cohen
Conditions for renewal seem so right,
As stars align to signal coming change;
We sense it from their steady neon light,
So eerie, and so clearly, very strange.
The nighthawks in the tavern sit alone,
A mix of isolation and despair;
Intoxicated by the bright unknown,
Their glasses hold reflections of the air.
A pressing sense of urgency abounds,
A variation on a common theme;
It's there amidst the thoughts, the sights and sounds
Which swirl around in this collective dream.
Though navigating blindly as we roam,
Inevitably, we'll return back home.
On That Elusive 15th Line
by Neil Brothers
As surgeons wield a gleaming lancet blade,
So poets' scalpels want their edges fine
Each word and phrase selected, duly weighed,
Should cut a little deeper every line.
Perfecting rhyme and meter counts a lot,
But after all they're merely building blocks,
Like metaphor—however finely wrought—
Unless a gift's enclosed, an empty box.
Some sonneteers explore the nature trail,
While others choose to map terrain within—
It's not so much the portrait they unveil,
But what's the truth we recognize therein.
In much the way champagne eclipses vines,
A sonnet should exceed its fourteen lines.
High School Winner
by Emma Himes - Papillion La Vista
The life I live has yet to come full bloom.
Dedicate a whole year to end up where?
Opportunity can find little room.
Sun, stars, and moon shine less bright here than there.
Already life blooms; petals for new quirks.
In the rolling hills there is always room,
But opportunity looks more like work.
Here I can see the sun, stars, and the moon.
The city lights can cause a distraction,
Suburban homes no longer inviting,
Preach hate at home and watch the reaction.
The coastal cities seem more exciting.
There is passion and kindness everywhere, You are no better than the people here.
Honorable Mentions - High School
The Day of Dismay
by Jess Temple - Millard North High School
The day is here, I see it has arrived.
My insides fill with most peculiar dread
as plans to hid are quickly undermined
and warily I stall what is ahead.
My lady gathers objects large and small,
arranging them in the backyard until
she calls for me and asks that I stand tall
while angry buzzing sounds the air doth fill.
The clippers fall upon my unkempt hair,
these minutes seem as hours, but then she's done.
A quick shampoo, then rinsing off with care
leaves time to rendezvous beneath the sun.
To be a dog is not completely light;
Just get through hair cuts and you'll be all right.
by Dillon Walsh - Ralston High School
His face will not express his emotions.
He once held what we take for granted now.
No longer can he stop the commotion
He cannot perform basic, simple bows.
A prisoner fenced in the open yard
The guards won’t leave him be, he is harassed.
He never used to miss the hidden cards
Those snaked away in sleeves with much bombast.
Escape eludes those that are like his kind
Insanity, the prison warden cries.
The man is bound in white with knotted twine
He now is left alone to rot and die.
That man should not have died alone, insane.
We shall not let his life have gone in vain.