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3rd-Place Winner, 2018 PVS Poetry Competition

May 3, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

The English Department, Publications Club, and Blog Class sponsored the second annual Poetry Competition in the Middle and Upper Schools. Poems went to Dr. Carr. She passed them on to Round #1 judges, a gallery of Humanities teachers, who culled the nearly 60 poetic entries down to 12. Then, those 12 finalists went to final judge Mr. Sarkis who decided upon a 1st place, 2nd, 3rd, and Honorable Mention. Reprinted here is the 3rd-place poem, “23,” by Junior Benjamin Snyder. Note: all 12 finalists can be seen on the bulletin board in the Upper School Lobby.

 

23

By Benjamin Snyder

 

1

 

2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,

And then 8 comes in, and then 9,

Bumbling about, walks in, 10 strolls by

Cooly as it enters, 11 storms in

Angrily, though it’s unclear why, 12 is unrecognizable

As it enters, 13 tries

Not to be noticed,

Hugging the wall as it approaches, 15 misheard the receptionist,

And walked in early, 14, naturally, approaches

Confused and hesitant, 16 greatly appreciates

The opportunity,

But needs some more time before it decides

Whether or not to proceed, 17 sprints

Through,

And so does 18, thinking

It should, 19 took a wrong turn a couple of blocks ago

But should be here shortly and enter, 20 reluctantly walks

Through, 21 is just thrilled to be here

As it bounces in, 22 enters

From the back and thinks that it’s clever, and 23, seeing 22 leave, begins

To exit as well before it is called back to enter,

And is angered seeing 22 quietly gloating once it arrives.

 

And 24…

Is the most majestic thing that has ever entered…

But there’s no time to talk about that

 

Because it’s starting…

Right now.

 

And not a single one noticed 0 enter,

But it did,

Depending on your perspective.

Compiled by Editor Shelby Armor

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: 2018 PVS Poetry Competition, 23, 3rd-Place Winner, Benjamin Snyder

2nd-Place Winner, 2018 PVS Poetry Competition

May 2, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

The English Department, Publications Club, and Blog Class sponsored the second annual Poetry Competition in the Middle and Upper Schools. Poems went to Dr. Carr, fearless organizer and underwriter of prizes. She passed them on to Round #1 judges, a gallery of Humanities teachers, who culled the nearly 60 poetic entries down to 12. Then, those 12 finalists went to final judge Mr. Sarkis who decided upon a 1st place, 2nd, 3rd, and Honorable Mention. Reprinted here is the 2nd-place poem, “On the train ride . . .,” penned by sophomore Doreen Yuan. Note: all 12 finalists can be seen on the bulletin board in the Upper School Lobby.

 

On the train ride . . .

By Doreen Yuan

 

On the train ride of our love, if you want to get off before our time is over,

please don’t wake me up.

Let me sleep through it, and let me pretend not to know that you’re gone.

Winners compiled by Editor Shelby Armor

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: 2nd-Place Winner: 2018 PVS Poetry Competition, Doreen Yuan

The Definition of Irony

May 2, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Leo Milmet, reflections on the theme of love

 

“I don’t love you anymore. It’s not fun anymore.”

With that, she shot me down, and I died a little inside.

I’m dying of a broken heart, and I can’t sleep.

She ate my heart, and I’m watching Night of the Living Dead to keep my mind off her.

I’m eating a pint of chocolate ice cream. That was her favorite flavor.

I’m reading a poem called “Depression,” and watching The Grapes of Wrath, to keep my mind

off my depression.

Why the hell am I doing this?

I seem to love wallowing in my misery.

I try to hate her, but it seems I’ve never loved her more.

 

Editor: Bella Bier

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Leo Milmet, The Definition of Irony: A Poem

The wolf and the sheep dog

May 2, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Poet-Blogger Peter Kadel

 

Sheepdog: Young wolf, oh young wolf, you have a whole life in front of you,

the potential to defy expectations or the potential to meet them–to become a villain.

You and I are the same, walking the same path, but for some reason you see it differently.

Looking at the weak among us, I saw a chance to help, you saw a chance to hurt.

When we both became leaders in our community, I saw purpose, you saw power.

When we learned about tyrants and conquerors, I saw an enemy, you saw a role model.

When we both used our claws for the first time, I saw a tool, you saw… something else.

When the flock was attacked from the outside, we both saw an enemy.

When the flock was attacked from within, I saw an enemy, you saw an inspiration.

When the attacks became more common, we walked into the darkness together.

We both looked at the vulnerabilities; I saw a risk; you saw an opportunity.

At the end of the day we looked each other in the eye; I saw a friend; you saw an enemy.

 

Wolf: Sheepdog, the favorite son, pride of the pack, protector of the flock.

You’re a boy king; you’ve got it all ahead of you, and we both know it.

But I won’t let you take my birthright from me; the pack is mine; the flock is mine.

You believe that the weak should be coddled and sheltered; I believe they should be utilized.

You are given power and waste it on the undeserving; I take power and use it to stay strong.

You vilify the strong and the cunning; you refuse to learn from them. I won’t make that mistake.

You fear your claws; you see them as a danger. I see they are gifts, keys to power.

You fought by my side when the pack was attacked; we brought vengeance upon our enemies.

But when visionaries began to cull the weak, you froze; you could not see their righteous goal.

I thought you would finally understand when we walked into the darkness together.

You looked at the plan we had laid out, and you tried to ruin it all. You broke my heart.

I looked you in the eyes, and for the first time I saw you for what you are. A threat.

 

Editor: Leo Milmet

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Peter Kadel, The wolf and the sheepdog

i hate myself

May 2, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Leo Milmet

 

i hate myself.

i love Her.

Her beautiful sunshine hair.

Her angelic personality.

that beautiful laugh that tells its lucky viewers so much.  

my Sunshine. my Angel. i wish i could be Hers, too.

but do i love Her?

or am i simply craving love for myself,

knowing in my deep, dark heart that i do not love myself,

but that i hate myself.

my silly inferiority complex, always getting in the way of being good.

so forget all that.

I love myself.

“Why am I inferior,” I ask myself?

“No reason at all,” I answer.

I need that love. I have enough hate in my life already,

especially from her.

 

Editor: Bella Bier

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Anonymous, i hate myself

1st-Place Winner, 2018 PVS Poetry Competition

May 2, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

The English Department, Publications Club, and Blog Class sponsored the second annual Poetry Competition in the Middle and Upper Schools. Poems went to Dr. Carr, fearless organizer and underwriter of prizes. She passed them on to Round #1 judges, a gallery of Humanities teachers, who culled the nearly 60 poetic entries down to 12. Then, those 12 finalists went to final judge Mr. Sarkis who decided upon a 1st place, 2nd, 3rd, and Honorable Mention. Reprinted here is the winning poem, “Legacy,” penned by senior Peter Kadel. Note: all 12 finalists can be seen on the bulletin board in the Upper School Lobby.

Legacy

By Peter Kadel

 

Keep the campfire burning

Keep the campfire burning my friends; shelter this light that I have left for you.

My time with you is coming to an end, but I can still teach you a lesson before I leave.

Keep the campfire burning so I can remember where I come from as I make my way down the unmarked trail.

Gather round the fire and sing the songs I’ve taught you, but sing some new songs, too.

Tend to the fire as I have, but when the time comes, strike out on your own path as I am.

I’ll take a torch with me as I go up the mountain; I’ll use it to light the next campfire.

Watch the ridge above for the light I’ll leave behind; my fingerprints dancing across the mountain,

my legacy flickering in the night as I forge ahead into the inky darkness.

I have to walk this path alone, but solitude doesn’t suit me.

So promise you’ll visit. And I’ll do the same.

Winners compiled by Editor Shelby Armor

Filed Under: Arts & Letters Awards, Poetry Tagged With: 1st-Place Winner: 2018 PVS Poetry Competition, Legacy, Peter Kadel, Shelby Armor

Anoxic

April 27, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Yul B. Allwright

 

Sleep.

I want to

sleep.

I’m so

tired.

I’m tired of hearing

about other people’s

demons.

And I’m tired of hearing

from my

own.

I’m tired of

anxiety and

depression.

I’m tired of being

afraid.

Afraid of people

and their

judgement.

I want a rest.

A break

from the world

and the sorrow

and

other people

killing

one another.

I’m tired of seeing

the cruelty of this world.

I’m so tired,

and it pains me–

the knowledge that

I will never rest.

Editor: A.J. Patencio

Filed Under: Advice, Poetry Tagged With: Anoxic, Yul B. Allwright

Nora

April 26, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Renée

 

Everyday is one you will never get back.

Dwell on that for a second.

You will NEVER get any days back.

I don’t mean to make you depressed;

all I mean to do is make you realize your opportunities.  

Just appreciate what you have, what you can do, what you can experience, what you can feel.

Instead of wishing away our time;

appreciate touch,

sight,

smell,

taste.

No matter your opinion on it,

acknowledge everything around you.

People.

Nature.

Poetry.

The world.

Appreciate the passage of time.

You will never get it back.

One day you will be gone.

Instead of wasting your time

in dread of it passing,

live.

 

Editor: AJ Patencio

Filed Under: Advice, Letters, Poetry Tagged With: Nora, Renée

This Faded Picture

April 25, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Shelby Armor

 

This faded picture is all I have left of my childhood,

the simple days of playing outside and enjoying the company of friends.

 

No longer do I look at the world with gleaming eyes,

instead my eyes are faint outlines of what I used to be–

 

Smudged fingerprints on childhood paintings

and once radiant bundles of energy reduced to this,

 

Reduced to working in a dim office and

depending on coffee for the energy I once had.

 

I’m no longer who I used to be,

but I never noticed those years slipping away from me.

 

Editor: Bella Bier

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Shelby Armor, This Faded Picture

An Obsession

April 25, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 3 Comments

By Olive Yew (I love you)

 

We,

as humans,

become obsessed.

We obsess over

the things we love,

and sometimes,

the things we hate.

In our obsessions,

we fail to notice

the people

who obsess

over us.

So,

I just want you to

know

that I am obsessed.

With you.

But.

You are obsessed

with

someone

else.

Editor: Leo Milmet

Filed Under: Food, Poetry Tagged With: An Obsession, Olive Yew

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