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Element of Earth
Oh, Element of Earth, true gift
of solid mass on which we stand;
with gravity forced by your spin,
stability is well at hand.
You are the womb that births our needs:
the fertile soil from which we're fed,
to shelter from your lofty trees...
and place to rest when life has ebbed.
You are Earth mother we hold dear
that cradles all upon your crust.
Dense elements you gift to us
like crystals, diamonds and gold dust.
Dear mother Earth, so great you are;
with Sun and Moon, you are a team.
Held fast in our great galaxy...
Earth element, you reign supreme.
Upon your sphere, we live our lives;
all that we need will come from you.
Both you and we came from the stars;
we are connected through and through.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Elements Part 1: Earth
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 03/16/2016
Contest Rules: Why are people killing each other,
(from point of view of the killers)
Killers
Why do we killers kill?
Our reasons may fulfill:
Protecting our own life
by means of gun or knife
Defense of our belief
affirmed by victims' grief
Brainwashed to do the deed
to meet a leader's need
To pillage, rob for gain
take guiltless lives in vain
Enjoy a strong control
as targets meet their toll
Take life as cold revenge
and jealousy avenge
Obey sick inner voice
of mind that limits choice
Prepare for suicide
bring pawns along on ride.
Most horrid - just for fun
watch pain of life undone.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Premiere Contest: You Say You Want a Revolution
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 01/22/2017
My mama's belly sticks out far!
I cannot see a passing car
when walking with her on the street.
I wonder what she had to eat?
I think she has a lot of gas,
for when we lay on the soft grass
her tummy moves this way and that
most every time I touch or pat.
And mama wears shirts like a tent
when we are home or where we went,
because her buttons sometimes pop
when we run fast or skip and hop.
My mama said, today I'm three
and has a secret to tell me!
She put my hand on her big bump
and soon I felt a tiny lump.
Said big surprise is very near,
a brand new baby for you dear!
Its tiny foot was touching me
and soon, big sister I would be!
I ran and jumped on big my bed
then grabbed my Teddy, by his head,
and on my baby laid it there -
brought Teddy close for us to share!
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Three-Year-Old's Thoughts
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Judged: 07/23/2017
The fire's raging, get out now!
Just me alone, and yet somehow,
must take my very special things...
my ties to life that comfort brings.
My cell phone first to keep in touch.
Important papers, my life's crutch.
That box of photos, family
way back and now...my history.
My wallet/purse with cards, and cash.
Jewelry nearby that I can stash.
Whatever clothes, the weather deems...
for winter's chill or heat extremes.
At last, the keys to start my car
and ride away, but not too far...
with faith, firetrucks are on the way
to save my home...for this, I pray.
My life came first, but oh, the hope
I can move back...to rebuild, cope.
Sandra M. Haight
Scenario: You have sixteen minutes to get out.
You are the only one home, no kids, no pets.
What seven things will you take?
Our Journey
So nonchalant, we strolled upon our trail,
together in our rendezvous with life,
not knowing what our journey would entail
to reach our goals...precarious, or rife.
Our gallivanting led to places grand,
and with finesse, we blended our unique
ways to combine our special pathways planned...
still heading to our marriage mountain peak.
How long our trail, that seems like yesterday
we started, hand in hand, to walk our miles;
meet goals, yet acquiesce that, come what may,
with ecstasy or sadness, firm our smiles.
And now, six decades later, we are blessed...
still on our path...we travel to the crest.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Your Best Sonnet 2018
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 07/08/2018
Required words used for the previous contest in order of appearance:
nonchalant rendezvous precarious gallivanting
finesse unique acquiesce ecstasy
Creatures Of The Flame
Fierce friend or foe...earth element of fire;
In many ways advanced our humankind.
Relentless when unchecked, a beast so dire,
Engulfs and smothers, leaving ash behind.
Fire shaped the path for humans to progress:
provided them with warmth and light at night;
by chance, found cooking meat gave tenderness,
so eating more increased brain power's might.
The flames of fire kept beasts of prey at bay,
so humans slept in caves instead of trees.
Less vigor used to chew and climb paved way
to think, invent, develop skills with ease.
The gift of fire revamped the human game
when we became earth "creatures of the flame."
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: Elements Part 4: Fire
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 05/03/2016
Reference: Discover Magazine: Archaeologists Find Earliest Evidence of Humans Cooking With Fire: "The altered anatomy of H. Erectus, Wrangham wrote, indicates that these beings, like us, were creatures of flame."
Tears fill our eyes these winter years;
our spring it seems was long ago...
we look ahead with deepened fears.
Tears fill our eyes these winter years
as days fly faster it appears...
not much more time for us to glow.
Tears fill our eyes these winter years;
our spring it seems was long ago.
Our friends lost spouses, one by one;
we once were twelve and now we're eight.
Late seventies rewrites our fun;
our friends lost spouses, one by one.
Alone they're left beneath the sun;
the years ahead, what is their fate.
Our friends lost spouses, one by one.
We once were twelve and now we're eight.
How many more years will there be...
we cannot know, but are we near
the end of time for you and me?
How many more years will there be
just five or ten, fifteen, maybe...
together or alone, my dear?
How many more years will there be
we cannot know, but we are near.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Three Stanzas- Three Only
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Rules: Deep Emotion and Sadness in Poem
Judged: 08/02/2016
~5th Place~
Contest: Any Poem Written In July 2016
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 08/17/2016
Face To Face
Face to face they sit...
brain to brain;
two-eyed flesh machine,
one-eyed blue
laptop screen,
interacting...
systems inputting,
outputting,
precious data.
Face to face they sit,
a complex team
driven to perform
with error-free
precision in a
controlled mini-world
ruled by the god
of technology.
Face to face they sit...
worlds apart,
stark and cold
plastic eye flashing
programmed data;
warm and sensitive
flesh eyes flashing
non-programmable
blue twinkles.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Judged: 01/18/2016
Moon Spoon
In high school, I met
my sweetheart,
and together,
we followed our dream
to romance that turned into love.
When school ended,
he joined the Marines.
We fed our sweet love
every day
with letters and pictures by mail.
Our hearts stayed as one
by that dart
which dear cupid
implanted so well.
Together, at nine,
every night,
miles apart, 'neath our Moon,
we would meet.
In her light of romantic glow,
we'd spoon love
to each other's lone heart.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Free Verse On Love
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 02/26/2018
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Moon Spoon
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 11/17/2017
The summer's gone, and here we are
into the fall of this old year.
It seemed the end was very far
as New Year's day brought us new cheer.
Into the fall of this old year
we shift our thoughts and give a sigh.
As New Year's day brought us new cheer...
surprised how fast this year would fly.
We shift our thoughts and give a sigh;
our summertime turned into fall.
Surprised how fast this year would fly;
exchanged her greens for a gold shawl.
Our summertime turned into fall
from summer sun to cool crisp days:
exchanged her greens for a gold shawl;
from pastel blooms to autumn-blaze.
From summer sun to cool crisp days,
it seemed the end was very far
from pastel blooms to autumn-blaze.
The summer's gone, and here we are.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Best Rhyming poem September-October 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 11/06/2017
~3rd Place~
The Summers Gone
Contest: Write Me A Pantoum
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 10/18/2017