August
15, 1998
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Mimi Chen, Port Coquitlam,
British Columbia -- A
Housewife’s Plea (shown below).
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Christine
Lewczuk of Etobicoke, Ont. for Untitled
#2
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A.J. Ewart, Prince George,
BC; Fooled You
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Ms. Buddy Ham, Oliver,
BC; Picture Perfect (shown below)
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Paul Beaudette,
Peterborough,
Ont.; Wine Glass
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Carol E.
Sandau, Calgary, AB; Fragmented Moments
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Jo-Ann Godfrey, Sherwood
Park, AB; A Quest for Reality
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Jennifer R. Anderson, Surrey,
B.C.; Death of a Knight
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William Polsky,
Montreal, Quebec;
Tickled by Thunder Poetry Contest
(shown below)
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Dolores Miller, Warminster,
PA; A New
Epithet
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Charles
Hill, Villa Rica,
Georgia;
Whispering Wind
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Patricia
Lindsay,
Spencerville,
Ontario;
An
Escape.
Honourable Mention: Ann
Weinstein, Montreal, Quebec; Sometimes I Wonder
Why.
FIRST PLACE POEM
A Housewife’s Plea
By Mimi Chen
Port Coquitlam, British Columbia
When,
I ask,
when
may I fly
freely?
Winging my way to the sun?
Now,
I am grounded,
wings clipped,
watching you
a dot in the sky.
Copyright
(c) 2004 for the author, all rights reserved.
FOURTH PLACE
POEM
Picture
Perfect
By Ms. Buddy Ham
Oliver, British Columbia
Pristine whiteness all around,
Snowflakes melded
to the ground,
Lofty pine trees icing coated,
Craggy hillside mountain goated…
A winter wonderland to view
Picture perfect from God to you.
Copyright
(c) 2004 for the author, all rights reserved.
NINTH PLACE
POEM
‘Tickled
by Thunder’
Poetry Contest
By William Polsky
Montreal, Quebec
“A poetry contest,” my wife did say.
“By Thunder,” I replied, “I’ll enter today.”
“How hard can it be to write a poem?,
It can’t be harder than writing home.”
“Who’s putting it on?” I asked my love.
“The people you mentioned, four lines above.”
“Whom did you say?” I hadn’t heard,
“For whom am I to write this brilliant word?”
“It’s a contest, so write something funny,
Pretend you’re writing home for money.”
“Tell me for whom, I’m in a big hurry,”
She said, “It’s Larry out there in Surrey.”
“For Larry, I’m to write a poem?,
Why can’t he write it on his own?”
“It’s a contest,” she said, “with a prize,
That will dazzle you by its size.”
“Oh,” I asked, “for what do I strive?”
“Canadian money, I think it’s a five,”
“No sense to bother, is there then?,
’Cause it’s only three cents – American!”
Copyright
(c) 2004 for the author, all rights reserved.
