My poem, The Decision, placed 3rd in the Ventura County’s Art Tales Contest. This creative contest was inspired by works of art in the City’s Municipal Art Collection. The photograph “Tambor, 2000” by William Hendricks, sparked my imagination. This is the link to the photograph: Tambor, 2000
This was my third poem to be recognized during the National Poetry Month, which made it even more special.
Recently, The Holocaust Museum in conjunction with the Anti-Defamation League of Atlanta held a poetry contest for all children and young adults in the south-east. The theme was ‘Imagine a World Without Hate’. I entered my poem, The Optimist, and it was awarded first place in my division. I was so excited when they notified me! Below are some pictures from the awards ceremony held at Kennesaw State University last weekend:
A few months ago, I entered my poem The Mist into the Ventura County Writers Club’s contest. A couple of weeks ago they contacted me to inform me that my poem won first place in my age category! I was so excited! Unfortunately, I could not attend the award ceremony in California. The contest chair asked if I could record reading my poem so that they could play it at the awards ceremony. I was so thrilled to do that! You can see the link is below. Thank you to everybody at Ventura County Writers Club for their attention and kindness.
After years of writing and editing, my book ‘A Collection of Poems’ is finally published! If you would like to take a peek, please follow the link below. I hope you like it! I would love to hear from you. I would also like for you to know that the proceeds from the book will go to children in need.
Purple Moon placed second in the international Write On! Poetry Contest in the 12 and under category. Please follow this link:
The Moon’s purple rays were twinkling down onto the pond.
Dancing water lilies encrusted its grassy moist bank.
It had just rained, only moments ago
And drops of water dripped down from the edge
Of the curved, green leaves.
The water rippled as the frogs erratically sprung
Between the round, floating lily pods.
In the purple tinted water, the Moon’s reflection
Rested for the night.
A soft wind blew, pushing the lily pods under
A branch of an over-hanging fern.
Boing, boing, a bunny bounces to take a sip of
The cool, luscious shimmering water.
A startling giggle cuts through, and the bunny scampers away,
Too afraid to find out who the laugh belongs to.
And then with a few thumps, four human feet rested
By the side of the pond
Two were large and two were small.
The mom and her daughter looked up and watched how
The sheep dotted the nearby hills like dandelion seeds,
Up, and up, and up they went…
Grazing on the fresh grass as they roamed.
The sheep must have thought it was the day,
Since usually they would be sleeping the night away.
Kept up tonight by the Moon oh so full and shining brighter than ever,
Over the memories, life and magic of the pond.
To Be or Not to Be