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      <title>fireworks  by Patricia Kantrowitz</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;I hear
&lt;br /&gt;the dull thunder
&lt;br /&gt;of fireworks far away
&lt;br /&gt;jealous fireflies
&lt;br /&gt;float by my window
&lt;br /&gt;silent
&lt;br /&gt;on the cool night air&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;willing my whispering heart
&lt;br /&gt;to travel the miles to you
&lt;br /&gt;surely asleep and dreaming&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;when you stir
&lt;br /&gt;and awaken in the dark
&lt;br /&gt;know it is me
&lt;br /&gt;who wakes you&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;look out the window
&lt;br /&gt;in the blackness
&lt;br /&gt;green fire flashes
&lt;br /&gt;hurry up 
&lt;br /&gt;live
&lt;br /&gt;come with me
&lt;br /&gt;we'll float away
&lt;br /&gt;unnoticed 
&lt;br /&gt;into the night
&lt;br /&gt;free
&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <published_at>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 11:19:51 -0500</published_at>
      <link>http://voteforpoetry.org/awards/31</link>
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      <title>I Earned this Peace by Anton Elohan Byers</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;I can&#8217;t hold on 
&lt;br /&gt;   to this lie 
&lt;br /&gt;I have been told to believe 
&lt;br /&gt;   and I tried &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;but it never worked out 
&lt;br /&gt;   I never connected 
&lt;br /&gt;I never found 
&lt;br /&gt;   what I believed and expected &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;wanting to be heard 
&lt;br /&gt;   to be understood 
&lt;br /&gt;to figure it out 
&lt;br /&gt;   to do good &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Obvious things 
&lt;br /&gt;   it seemed 
&lt;br /&gt;and yet 
&lt;br /&gt;   it seemed 
&lt;br /&gt;they were only dreams &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I am letting go 
&lt;br /&gt;   out of choices 
&lt;br /&gt;jumping from a window 
&lt;br /&gt;   of the captive voiceless &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I land in my heart 
&lt;br /&gt;   I find a part 
&lt;br /&gt;of the whole beseeching 
&lt;br /&gt;   incandescence 
&lt;br /&gt;without reaching &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I learn 
&lt;br /&gt;   when I jump 
&lt;br /&gt;   when I release 
&lt;br /&gt;I earn 
&lt;br /&gt;   the nameless 
&lt;br /&gt;   the peace &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I earned this peace 
&lt;br /&gt;by releasing &lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <published_at>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 15:37:46 -0500</published_at>
      <link>http://voteforpoetry.org/awards/30</link>
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      <title>Unknown shelter by michelle lachut</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;what I have
&lt;br /&gt;of what I ought 
&lt;br /&gt;Nought I believe
&lt;br /&gt;unto compare 
&lt;br /&gt;that I conceive
&lt;br /&gt;that I would dare
&lt;br /&gt;say soul prayer pleas
&lt;br /&gt;in sole warn shoes
&lt;br /&gt;on tattered knees
&lt;br /&gt;to who so ever
&lt;br /&gt;answers, please
&lt;br /&gt;not who you like
&lt;br /&gt;or what you choose
&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cast aside
&lt;br /&gt;what I'll use
&lt;br /&gt;what I Love
&lt;br /&gt;Is what you lose
&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day
&lt;br /&gt;I'm under the weather
&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a blanket
&lt;br /&gt;of your tail feather
&lt;br /&gt;sleep in the hay
&lt;br /&gt;eat your scraps all day
&lt;br /&gt;be so much better
&lt;br /&gt;because we're together
&lt;br /&gt;of why I don't
&lt;br /&gt;but what I know 
&lt;br /&gt;You are my shelter
&lt;br /&gt;I need you so&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <published_at>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 12:40:27 -0500</published_at>
      <link>http://voteforpoetry.org/awards/29</link>
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      <title>A Beggar's Requiem by Lian Waite</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;went on a walk one day and saw a man that was needy&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He was holding up a sign the first line said &quot;Please help,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;next it said &quot;need food, but will work for money,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;then the last line said &quot;please, my kid is really hungry&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;maybe He was lyin, but I couldnt chance the feelin&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;so I gave a couple dollars as He thanked me and concealed it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;returned that with a nod and walked away real content&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;never weighing in my mind where that money really went...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;years later I lost my Job and lost my house&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;both my kids died of cancer, then I lost my spouse&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;then I lost my hope livin out on the street&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;cuz my life was filled with rain clouds, doubt and defeat&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;even had a lil sign said &quot;Im feelin really bummy, &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;could use a couple dollars, cuz Im really really hungry.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;one day I ran into a kid and he said his name was Tommy&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;he was cryin to a picture of his daddy and his mommy.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;said his mommy wouldnt leave him but she had to go today&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;and his daddy would return but for now He couldnt stay.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;see his mommy got a job cleanin carpets in the summer,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;and his daddy had a job, He was a carpenter or somethin,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;but He had an accident, thats all he really knows and&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;it happened on the job, He worked at 33rd and Roman&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;he said he prayed so much that it made his knees welp&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;then he showed me this sign, the first line said &quot;Please help...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <published_at>Wed, 06 Jul 2011 13:28:45 -0500</published_at>
      <link>http://voteforpoetry.org/awards/28</link>
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      <title>Cognizance by Adelia Rose</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;My vagabonded rebels 
&lt;br /&gt;Of bravery and stupidity
&lt;br /&gt;Write me a sonnet
&lt;br /&gt;That tells me of old
&lt;br /&gt;Before they burned my books
&lt;br /&gt;They walk in sheep skins
&lt;br /&gt;The wolves of ignorance and respite
&lt;br /&gt;Condemning us to follow
&lt;br /&gt;They hide behind almighty vows
&lt;br /&gt;And use his image to enforce
&lt;br /&gt;But to their own device
&lt;br /&gt;They twist and lie and twist
&lt;br /&gt;Till there is not truth
&lt;br /&gt;But what they speak
&lt;br /&gt;And they speak of evil
&lt;br /&gt;Of the written word
&lt;br /&gt;And harming the innocents
&lt;br /&gt;Normality, my dead concept
&lt;br /&gt;But to those who are no more
&lt;br /&gt;We brave the morning
&lt;br /&gt;But not the storm
&lt;br /&gt;God has allowed a scoundrel
&lt;br /&gt;And the Devil has compelled
&lt;br /&gt;That this evil
&lt;br /&gt;May allow
&lt;br /&gt;For the blind to lead the weak
&lt;br /&gt;And for the hidden never speak
&lt;br /&gt;Always remember
&lt;br /&gt;That ignorance does not win a war
&lt;br /&gt;Breeds only sorrow
&lt;br /&gt;My lover becomes the nemesis
&lt;br /&gt;When the brave cannot desist
&lt;br /&gt;A bridge to cross
&lt;br /&gt;Another to burn
&lt;br /&gt;Still there is much to yearn
&lt;br /&gt;And chivalry is dead
&lt;br /&gt;Then there is nothing left to tread
&lt;br /&gt;But remember&#8211;
&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever hidden
&lt;br /&gt;You just have to know where to look.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <published_at>Sat, 18 Jun 2011 21:41:48 -0500</published_at>
      <link>http://voteforpoetry.org/awards/27</link>
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