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Joan Sutcliffe, Toronto, ON
Originally from Yorkshire, England, moved to Canda and became
interested in eastern philosophy and mysticism. Joan joined the
Theosophical Society where she edited the monthly News magazine for
many years and wrote articles and poems for other theosophical
publications. Joan is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the
Canadian Federation of Poets.
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Sad Earth (Villanelle)
Mournfully tolls a solitary bell
to stir the conscience of the human brain
for dying forests where no creatures dwell
for war-torn countries with terrors to tell
of men killing men with nothing to gain
mournfully tolls a solitary bell
millions starve where decay and death smell
pollution rampant a planet in pain
for dying forests where no creatures dwell
for precious resources dug up to sell
for polar caps melting and acid rain
mournfully tolls a solitary bell
for toxic oil spills the world weeps as well
for extinction of species sought in vain
for dying forests where no creatures dwell
streams in floodwaters of compassion swell
for an earth that’s cracking under the strain
mournfully tolls a solitary bell
for dying forests where no creatures dwell
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ADULT - SECOND PLACE
Andrew Molenaar, Sunderland, ON
Andrew is a 19 year old male from Sunderland, Ontario. He
enjoys reading, writing, and playing the guitar. he has also
been in various plays and dramas through the ACTT drama team
in Port Perry, through his church. |
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Learn To Swim
Standing on the brink of what is my life,
a towering malestrom heaves before me.
As I move closer to the edge, I can see the sea beneath me,
swirling black, promising failure,
it wants to devour me.
Suddnely the wind pushes me over the edge.
Wait! I'm not ready yet!
Falling faster, faster,
No return in sight.
But wait! There are others,
swimming against the current.
There is hope,
I just have to learn to swim.
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ADULT - THIRD PLACE
Carol Helen Clarke, Oshawa ON
Carol was born in Nova Scotia and now lives in Oshawa,
Ontario. She has been a winner in various competitions, been
published online and written a Chapbook titled "The Road of
Life." |
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Mother Nature
The clouds turn dark and angry
Mother Nature vents her wrath;
Winds race by with breakneck speed
frightening all that's in their path.
She sends the full force sheets of rain
teaming down with mighty force;
The rivers rise above the banks,
no knowledge of the raging source.
As suddenly as they appeared,
the signs of rampage disappear;
Mother Nature returns to sleep,
taking with her all the fear.
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