New Braunfels Herald Zeitung (Newspaper) - May 7, 1995, New Braunfels, Texas
8 A ■ Herald-Zeitung ■ Sunday, May 7,1995
‘Winners of the (greater ‘Hew ‘Braunfels Arts Council1995‘Poetry Contest
They were strong and worthy poets and they celebrated their Victories as winners in the Annual Poetry Contest by reading their verses to the crowd gathered at Circle Arts Theatre on April 24. An unprecedented number of poems—629—were entered in the contest which traditionally has attracted approximately 300 entries.
Judges Elizabeth Elliott, John O’Keefe and Susan England had their work cut out for them when Contest Chairman Patty Pope delivered the poems in four categories—4th and 5th grade, middle school, high school, and adult.
The talented winners:
4th and 5th grade—First Place went to Seth Simons for “Keeper of the Stars”; Second Place went to Miranda Stewart, who penned “West Texas Creatures”; and Third Place honors were given to Zoe Langdon for her poem, “Secrets ”
In the Middle School category, First Place went to Jennifer Heinemeier for “Song fora Surf Rider,” while Rachelle Temoney placed Second with “Imagination,” and Third Place went to Ronald Martin for ‘Tm Going to Run Away.”
Jamie Pantermuchl won top honors at the High School level for “Sitting Alone,” and Second Place was awarded to Miguel Garza III for “When Will I?” Third Place went to BJ. Askey for “Path to Nowhere.”
Adult winners were led by Ed Morris in First Place with “Beautiful Future”; Allene Blaker in Second Place with the humorous “Uncommitted”; and John Rightmire in Third Place for “Tears.”
Keeper of the Stars
I always wonder who keeps the Stars, but now I know that the Stars are not owned by anybody. I know now that the Stars are owned by your eyes and the space that no one can own. Now I know that what I wonder is just a dream of my LIFE.
West Texas Creatures
I have entered into a strange, strange land.
There’s nothing around me but dust and sand.
The wind blows and the trees bend. As though they were reaching for a long lost friend.
I looked in the distance for some sign of life.
Then, feeling the danger I felt for my knife.
From out on the plain, they came a charging.
With every tumble, they seemed to be enlarging.
Their movement was rapid, rolling and fast.
Their appearance was skratchy, prickly and vast.
My mind started working, how to defeat, an ugly, round creature, I was destined to meet Boldly it rolled onto my path.
Then did I attack, with vengeance and wrath.
No tail to cut off, no eyes to gouge out,
But that I would defeat it, I had no doubt.
But my friend beside me at first seemed amazed, then doubled over in laughter. I thought she was crazed. Finally she
straightened and called me a dweeb But to do such a thing to a poor
Middle School winners: Rachelle Temoney, second; Jennifer Heinemeier, first; and Ronald Martin, third.
Fourth and Fifth grade winners: Miranda Stewart, second; Seth Simons, first; and Zoe Langdon, third, is not pictured.
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High School division winners: Jamie Pantermuehl, first; Miguel Garza III, second, and B.J. Askey, third, is not pictured.
I have a little secret, please come closer, Gabnelle, and if I share it with you, will you promise not to tell?
Gabby answered, I agree I’ll never make a peep. Now tell me quick what’s
the news from others we must keep?”
Georgia whispered in her ear. Gabnelle’s eyes grew wider, and she began to wonder if this secret could stay inside her.
Gabby thought, I’ll just tell Sue....(and possibly Sarah and Nell). But when I tell them I will make
them promise not to tell.
Song for a Surf Rider
I ride the horse that is the sea, his mane flows wild and free, his eyes flash with an emerald fire, his mighty heart will never tire.
His hoofbeats echo in the sand, he quivers as I raise my hand. We race together the sea and I under the watching summer sky. To where the magic islands lie.
What are you afraid of When you’re walking in your mind? Are you af raid of monsters Or other things you’ll find?
Maybe you’ll find the past,
Hiding behind a wall Maybe you’ll just find nothing,
Not a thing at all.
Maybe you’ll find the day Waiting just past your nose.
Maybe you’ll find the night When your eyes are finally closed. Whatever it is you’re looking for or whatever you’re trying to fmu Just close your eyes and sing a song And open up your mind.
I’m Going to Run Away
I’m going to run away,
I’m never coming back I think I’ll ride to Ancient Greece
on a camel’s back.
And maybe when I get there I think I’ll ask the way, lf there’s a shortcut to Portugal.
So I can get there by today.
And when I’m finally there,
FII be a merchant’s son.
I’ll sail across the seven seas,
Oh Boy! Wlvat Fun!
I might as well unpack,
Because this trip is beat.
I’d have to take my Mom along, ‘Cause I can’t cross the street.
Sitting alone in a chair by the wall Staring at the wall, plain white See a crack
Follow it up with my eyes Up, Up, higher, higher It splits in two directions Then down, down A shining droplet I see myself
Sitting alone in a chair by a wall Plain white
Watching my eyes watching the wall Ilion I see the crack and remember the droplet glistening iii the unseen
What is it?
What does it mean?
I sec the droplet again
A shining droplet
Falling down, down, down
Into a shallow pool of crystal clear
Memories I don’t remember Memories I can’t forget.
Adult division winners: Allene Blaker, second; Ed Morris, first; and John
Path to Nowhoro
When Will I?
Empty path to nowhere leading
Ever begging ever pleading
For some loner just like me
Waiting for discovery
What am I
Tall grass standing ‘side you waves
Crackles as the field I brave
Still the lonesome trail pleads on
Noon to night ‘til crack of dawn
By some instinct inside propelled
All my fears are now dispelled
To walk the pathway now I’m free
To walk into eternity.
lf the coming years should bring
the funeral dirth
Less of song and more of pain,
Less of laughter, more of grief,
Let me, Beauty, yet remain
Faithful, firm in my belief
That beauty, in and out of season,
What am I
Can redeem the buffeting
That men suffer under reason.
Let me still, if shadows come
When will I stop floating
And calculations reason near,
Turn with my remaining breath,
and start soaring
Without a shadow thought of fear,
To beauty; then if there is death
to the depths
It will be a death that rises,
Singing upward, not the numb
And cold conclusion matter prizes.
Cold heat and
Let my ashes as they fall
Kiss the singing earth and blend
With the vernal song of spnng,
Unending boundaries and
Beauty’s portion shall not end.
Somewhere, somewhere, we shall
I and Beauty, she and I,
Quite beyond the dark recall
Miguel Garza III
Of little moments that would die.
I work at the newspaper, typing the news,
And columns, releases and editor’s views,
“The Art of the Matter,” and “All Around Town,”
The style of the bodice of each wedding gown.
I know every club, every lodge, every troop;
I type about every community group.
And what have I learned of the folks in this city?
Everyone, EVERYONE’S on a committee!
Why is it that whenever folks get together,
They can’t stick to subjects like taxes and weather,
And things we can’t change, without starting to doubt it,
And forming a group to do something about it?
They set up a chair and a co-chair or two,
And gather some facts (or at least say they do),
One-third are in favor of all that’s proposed,
One-third undecided, and one-third opposed.
Minutes are taken and hours are lost, (They’ll reach a decision whatever ,, the cost). *,
And when it’s all over, they did what ; they could, :
And some say, “At least the refresh-, • ments were good!”
But nothing is changed and it seems . such a pity, »;
For didn’t they have an outstanding t1 committee?
If I had MY way and if it were permitted.
I’d have everyone on committees! COMMITTED!
So they could weave baskets instead/ of new schemes, ,<
And chase after butterflies, not futile dreams.
I can’t help but think THEY’D be happier too, /
And I’d have a whole lot less typing/ to do!
— Ed Morris
Tears are salty liquid,
Flowing from our eyes,
They fall to earth, evaporate And become our cloudy skies.
Singers “cry a million,”
Men can hold them back,
Yeah, I’ve heard that one before, Men cry and that’s a fact.
You’ll find them ‘round a deathbed, And Olympic podium,
Many spots are dotted With this liquid sodium.
Five billion people walk this Earth, Think of all those tears,
Then add the fact we’ve been around For several million years.
Too much grief on planet Earth, Will it ever halt?
Is it any wonder
That our oceans taste like salt?
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