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Home My WebLink AboutPoetry Contests-1995/1996 From the heart Winning poem Long-Distance Dedication To Captain Bob from your mate Long-distance works for marathons, It's great for telephone wires, My Valentine's in Boston And some would say that absence Twelve hundred miles from here. Fans the flame of my desire. It's only been two weeks,but Bob, It sure feels like a year. If that's true,my sweet, I surely fear for both of us, I'm longing for a hot tub, For when we meet again 'r A hhTne brew and the sight I may spontaneously combust. Of you in your red boxer shorts A-glowing in the night. —Cindy Andrews,Altamonte Springs Honorable mention First Love Lasts Love at Valentine's Day To my wife,Elsie Valentine's day comes once a year, You think about people that are dear. The first time we met, My grandma comes to mind, I'll never forget, She is one of a kind. My heart started thumping away. She is sick and never will get better, 'twas love at first sight, Cancer is making her suffer. And try as I might, There is no cure for this, My thoughts were not elsewhere that day. But still,she is fearless. I just want her to know A pretty sixteen— 'I love her more than words can show. To me you were queen— So to my grandma on Valentine's Day A queen that is now eighty-nine. I love her in every possible way. My love has not waned, In fact,it has gained, You're my first and my last valentine. —Roger Richmond,Altamonte Springs —Erin Wiens,Winter Springs The Day After To Dave Brown fluted papers that Hearts and flowers may be sweet held chocolates divine But the sound of your snoring can't be beat and filled a red heart Cupid's arrow missed only a few reading My Valentine Fourteen years and four kids,too Are crumpled and empty You wear socks while I wear flannel littering the lawn Waiting for love as you flip the channels much like the romance Love is a funny thing it's true that now has gone... But I wouldn't have it any way They say love is forever But with you! and I guess that's just dandy... But I much prefer a heart full of candy... —Joyce Mikkola,Sanford —Sherri Jaques,Longwood 9502/ The Voice I thought that I I Used to Be would never,- I used to be a tiny spring Always getting stretched upon, But now I am a trampoline, see . . . Proudly standing tall and strong. Creative writing students at Tuskawilla and Indian Trails Middle I used to be a tiny aced Schools recently participated in a po- Sitting in a great big pot, etry contest. The assignment was to But now I am a beautiful flower, write one or more works on any sub- Always growing taller. ject they felt was important, and to I used to be a single note read their own work before the class. Sound familiar? Everyone has Playing all alone, done that,right? But now I am a wonderful song, Well,not quite.A total of 40 sw- Singing with all my friends. dents from both schools earned the —Faith Tesauro, Indian Trails chance to participate in a coffeehouse Middle Schaol reading at Java Jabbers near the Uni- versity 7 Theater on Thursday; May 25. • Parents and friends packed the It blows along the seven seas, quaint college-oriented coffeehouse to Silently sweeping beyond the listen to words of wisdom from the trees. winners.Due to limited seating space, the project required two sessions,each As the branches sway to and fro consisting of twenty readers and their It carries the dust, the sand, and families. snow Participants were given compli- mentary decaffeinated iced coffee by It wears away at the mountains club owner Doug Stickney. high, Teachers Judith Knuelle of Blowing through every inch of Tuskawilla and Judith Schlim of In- the sky dian Trails organized the program, • which they feel will become an an- It takes its shape in many forms, nual event. Stickney has offered the From a raging hurricane to an facility again for future shows, innocent rain storm. The idea grew out of the old col- lege coffeehouse concept, and it fit It's never seen but sometimes perfectly into the schools' units on heard, poetry and community spirit. Sometimes sounding like a mocking bird. . . .all these The wind is strong, but soft as well; 9so 6 Q/ kids reading Where it will blow next I will never tell. poetrpoetry — Taija Horn, Tuskawilla y Middle School June 1, 1995 1 a • tq � tr • �. ;: , .fit b°' '°�` 44`"aQe .' % a x V,tk+, a a a' yp i. <k -c Qt b4T ? C �4a Faith (above)and Taija r, £s 9310‘40 / Chrissos published in national anthology fly Mennen HUa1JSY Hurricane FUling parched tat beds ba Axll� As the aftermath of Bertha bycreorgebadsaoe Weed llowera," a . marksthehegiftingofhu oicanes Bertha . 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Chdssus A.in am/way, NOdb paar4 and lNisdliWY tat the Bence of that Assn alms aommencee to mown,M wmdand tae ldr4 :,w through his poetry. hoops, : The yroun0lalh attNNttCBSyotq ea Chrissos,a Winter Springs resi- Preparing to en�ge the laS Mt modal amen ,,i1.:5, hey bash , tihr0 dent, recently had an original piece , of poetry; entitled "Hurricane," Sc- Thunderhead. rumbling across the clap*, ndtsd`tMNarWIMraMiiglMY lected for publication in the National hearsn• Tien Library of Poetry's anthology, "The heal:son iery. e'cple.Ive voice Within." This is his fourth Caissons wheeling tkrY, sxPloslwr decay rprcWSd,ewgMd nlswompf tlenotabons - decay, y, poem to be published in the national Fesp lighmsp bola,&ecbWying thesky. rfl95 darrrcUNlld,Sdilalaa woman anthology. by emrta, Chrissos,who retired from a39- Don Heck mists apenmp Mee paWaef Devanton nought tWWg4 doom, Devaatrtlen wrbtgM ?Y. mourn }rear teaching career two years ago. Caecadrlg mounWrious wrtaiaotwatar.. °'r^an " has been writing poetry for four bNow years. Drenching the earth with torrential Finally.the tlbra.aaw s.Sdi His favorite topics include life, Ang , thr i sercies“it tragedy, nature, humor, social corn- Angry• tMShhp wlntla pubating the htarcgaas ortpestm n tef11Npent eM wsallow ands, lazy personal experiences, nos- DamagaaM drwttYiCBorn taltpatdenN telgiaand teaching. T e relit continues raping Loran et rnity skies, ,h He starts writing poetry at the M tlnw, s stNt, atNa Mtd Mibd„gla suggestion of a fellow teacher, and submitted a piece to Lake Howell ing at the high school. "Van Prep approached me High School's literary magazine, "The poem became so in de- with a book contract, "Quill and Scroll.” e," it was an mend. was an inseprat.itelling t me that offer And he's been writing ever since- it really I rnuldn't refine," Chriseoa was an inspiration to t hem." said. "I'moncloud nine. Everything "I fell in love with writingpoetiy Now, he releases his poetry on a I'me doing now somehow relates to It's the best activity I've gotten in- wider scale, the book." calved with since I left teaching," A compilation of Chrissos' po- Along with working to Promote Chrissos said. Chrissos earned local fame as a •entitled"Visions and Reveries," his upcoming book,'nd cone ie tatr- is being published by New York- rently writing a second collection of poet when he read a poem, entitled based vantage press,and is scheduled poetry. The Teacher,"during afaculty meet' for release in September, 1996.. Chrissoswillhostapodryread- The collection of 31 orignal ing at 7:30p.m.tonighut Books-A- poems costs$8.95 and will be avail- Million, located at 519 S. Semoran able at Books-A-Million,Barnes and Blvd. in Winter Park. The reading Noble, Waldenbooks and Book Stop will feature selxtions frdm"Ytiibns bookstores. and Reveries." 96 o7a,3