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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
As candidate of popularity contest
In generating school fund was like a test
I’ve witnessed my parents' full support
Selling big grilled chicken was their last resort.
We got lots of visitors who came to bid
My dad pleaded, “Please do this for my kid!”
From ten thousand pesos, old men bid higher
Closed at fifty thousand, I was the winner!
At School Foundation Day, they crowned me queen
Teachers bought brooms, dust pans and garbage bins
We thanked the rich man for buying our chicken,
In returned, he asked us to court my dad’s sister, Len.
Is that your name?
Do you want to call it grotesque fame?
Is it truly there?
Or it is floating in thin air?
Can you grasp it with your tiny hands?
Is anyone there from your chosen land?
Do you wish to call it by your name?
Hasn't it arrived yet? Or it is just another game?
The compilation you hesitate to conclude,
You aspire to present it as your finest, dude.
Nobody can live long with this gruesome win,
Is it your another committed sin?
Your fame is quite a cliche,
Everybody wants it to be their greatest niche.
Your utmost blessings are your most disastrous curses,
You are disowning your indispensable circles.
Is it truly a blessing or just a curse?
Nobody can blame others they cannot trust.
Is it on the brink of possessing an innocent soul?
Or is it just a snowball rolling around without any resolute goal?
Naked pink American hotdogs, inedible
Their popularity, barely regrettable
Bottom line's about popularity
Achieved through division, polarity
No chants of 'Learn, baby, learn'
No yells for 'Earn, baby, earn'
The sixties shouted 'Burn, baby, burn'
Fast forward to today, nothing has changed
Just the issues and actors rearranged
Screams for 'reproductive rights'
'Defund the police' dogfights
Aging boomers for Gen Z-ers exchanged
i see my name at the bottom
i wrote a letter to no one
i mailed said letter in a mailbox in the middle of nowhere
i see my name in the middle
i wrote a letter to no specific person
i mailed said letter at the end of a winding road in the middle of nowhere
i see my name at the top
i wrote a letter to someone special
i delivered said letter personally at the only house present in the middle of nowhere
i see my name everywhere
i wrote a letter to everybody that i gained as a friend
i delivered said letters with a kiss to said someone special to the dusty downtown post office in the middle of nowhere
There are girls whose arms flow and those whose legs grow
Shorter or longer than others.
With elbows and knees that nobody sees,
That are very much like their mothers,
They worry of feet that no one will see
Refusing to show them uncovered.
Wear outfits with shoes, revealing no clues
So their faults may remain undiscovered.
There are girls with hair all shiny and bright,
Who drink in small sips and are so lady-like;
They worry of wrinkles and things out of place
Cover with makeup the shame on their face.
Not worthy, they think, they must carry the blame
Not knowing the truth, that we all are the same.
Girls who don’t know what it means to be seen,
Through the Truth of our eyes; not as goddess or queen,
But as people of worth: a real human being.
shocked befuddled and dumbfounded a crowned miss congeniality
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on September 6, 2020 for contest MY MOST UNFORGETTABLE MOMENT IN HIGHSCHOOL sponsored by JCB BURL - RANKED 1ST
(I was shocked when this really happened to me in grade 12)
Gaining popularity
For him
Was causing him
To drain.
To focus from within
Is getting difficult
In the disturbing lane
To make him unworthy.
Respect everywhere
No silent zone
To create something good
For him, it is on hold.
Thinks to run away
From popularity game
Now it's difficult for him
To survive in this terrain.
Rohan Dhabade
I dreamt
I was a big success
a public speaker
much sought after
I was in such high demand
forever invited
to travel the world
One day I was
up north in Nunavut
that’s not too far
from the North Pole
I stepped up to the podium
I looked out at everyone
I froze
unable to
get a word out
I got the giggles
and couldn’t stop
The old tip of imagining
your audience in the buff
always worked for me
so here I had in front of me
sitting ever so quietly
one hundred bare bears
wide eyed
just looking at me
waiting to be
let in
on what
was
so funny
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I’ve handled wealth I’ve handled money and all I got was vanity
All my precious time wasn’t used to build Christianity
Only based on fame taking my own popularity
Chasing around the wind just to get my prosperity
Now! Am ready to take the cross
Christ died for me and rose
He never sleeps, slumber or doze
Just for me not to lose my course
You shine your light upon my path
To the wicked you take your wrath
You taught me all the Bible truth
With your word you filled up my mouth
Take me to another level, another level
Where hell will not prevail, not prevail
Chasing the demons away and the devil, and the devil
Giving all the lost and sick a revival, a revival
My creator my potter
Connect me to your one and only alter
Things to be better
Connect me to your heart and living water
Life to be sweeter
Connect me to my guide and only mentor
Whatever we face doesn’t matter... It’s you at the center.
Victory or defeat, it’s all bittersweet.
Mediocrity, I try not to be.
So I wore designer jeans,
Weighed a hundred fifteen.
To earn a spot in the cool kids’ books,
You’ve got to first have the looks.
May the in-crowd never die,
May their pride stay in their eyes.
May their crowns never dim,
‘Cause in life we never really win.
It depends on who we compete against.
This is no world for teenage angst.
Words hidden behind hands
Whispers of me
Of who I am
Who I want to be
Who I will be
But
I can see
Past those jealous eyes
Twinkling with
Jealousy
Please just go away
Those souls
Hidden by their mask
Mask of
Who I want to be
Who I will be
My masquerade
Which swirls with hidden intent
The ghosts of me
Are haunting
Wanting to rip the mask off our face
The ghosts
Of who I am
Of who I could have been
Of who I will be
My mask
Bejeweled
With humor
With popularity
With smiles
Smokes from the lies
The lies that shackle me to them
The majority
The minority
The mask
My mask
Their mask
Please just go away
Fold by Fold of the Mask
Shows her
Shows him
Where am I?
I wear the mask
Their mask
Tell me I am crazy!
Is there a race here to write the the shortest poems possible just to be
popular?
I think so at times. Tell me not to sell my soul or style, please do.
Just to write more...for the purpose of wearing a crown?
I need a poet magician to support my in my position.
I am tempted to sell out on myself!
Tell me not to be cool, but to be original and real!
In truth, what happens, I have no zeal.
I don't want the roar of the crowd.
My lifelong problem...when trying to be popular..
I end up selling out on myself!
Panagiota Romios
3/28/2019
I twist and I twist and I turn and I spin
But it's never enough for those laying within
And I leap and I crash and I twirl and I change
But it's never enough for me, laying to waste
And I fall and I cry and I spin and I die
But I'd do it all again
Just for one last chance
To be with them
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