Bells
afar
sound holy day:
Saint Barbara revered.
Her gold chains clang in unison,
and the tower keeps her safe from her foes.
All bells will ring for her this day.
Sainte Barbe:
pray
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6/5/2017
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Sponsor - Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
October days; dark and cold
The People don’t complain
No one seems to stay at home
Because there’s wind and rain
People come from out of state
They hate the weather scene
Seattle's residents say:
“Well, that's what keeps us green”
Now a bright and sunny day
Finally comes around
The weather is talked about
By everyone in town
Sun glasses on - barbe lit
Lawn chairs out on the grass
Skip your work - enjoy the sun
It’s sure not going to last!
It’s a plastic Nightmare
Without joints
Or a flipping’ heart
Intensely surreal
Barf at those
Fake smiles
Done by the outmost
Surreal lips
Literally Fake
And those Whopping eyes…
What are they? Just creeping me out-
They Look so…. So… Brittle!
I can’t endure
Her robotic walks
Like she has something
Stuck up her...
And there are those
Teeth of hers
So uncanningly..White
Undeniably Luminous
And her ideal Love
Mansion
Vehicle
Pony!
I weep for the wimp
Who'se the gossip suburb Barbe
I'd like to see how she appears
Under all those Jimmy's and Choo's
But when I twirl
Around
She talks!
And horns nurture from a flawless length of hair…
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