2006 Poetry Contest
Fifth Annual (2006) GCC Student Poetry Contest Winners
Winners (left to right): Ashley Versaggi, Laura Huff, Brendan Cockman, Hameed Sharifi
(unavailable for photo: John Fiske, Tenneal Cline)
|Award||Poet||Title of Winning Poem|
|First Prize||Brendan Cockman||the june-bug hum|
|Second Prize||Ashley Versaggi||Obsolete|
|Third Prize||Laura Huff||in this frothy water|
|Math Poem||Tenneal Cline||Empirical Rule|
|Honorable Mention||Brendan Cockman||explanation #17|
|Honorable Mention||John Fiske||Ear Grey|
|Honorable Mention||Hameed Sharifi||Where I'm From|
First Prize - Brendan Cockman, Fine Arts Major
planted on the concrete curbs
sneaker's laces ensnare a lady bug
sun worship without a name.
wheat fields filled me,
tree roots in my chest
the earth is to rest.
the grass between train tracks
to run too fast through
and the gravel to slide down.
sneakers rough and
painted with earth,
a gift of fleeting endlessness.
blowing down the dandelion feathers,
a gift from me to bumble bees.
I laugh in tune
with the june-bug hum,
and blow entangled into
the maple leaves.
a stifled ease.
Second Prize - Ashley Versaggi, General Studies/Chemistry Major
I can hear, shrill,
a high-pitched abhorr'd
of current in my heart
that is neither
alternating nor direct
in it's consummation of
my very being.
Electric lips of
silicon and copper
widen in a silent scream
that tells the story of
our binary love in 0's
and 1's; streaming
forever green on an old,
abandoned monitor screen.
Whatever happened to
our perfect power source;
our union of plug
and socket? Swept away
in ever changing
making our love,
the day after, obsolete.
Third Prize - Laura Huff, Fine Arts Major
so as I twist my emotions into complicated knots
the volume knobbed turned all the way up in my head,
my fingers are as round and thin as lightning bolts
just like your lies
but clear as day and black as midnight
dents in the carpet
maybe the blacktop, covered in ice
late night sweets
this is reality
moonlit fan blades
sexy, steamy glances on Sunday afternoons
be (stay) transparent
sing me to sleep
sing me to sleep
When a set of data has symmetry
A bell shaped distribution it will be.
Sometimes called a normal curve
One should make sure their data does not swerve.
However, when the data runs amuck
You will not have any luck.
But if you use the Empirical Rule
The data will play it oh so cool.
So what percentage falls in this so called rule?
68% lie within 1 standard deviation of the mean
95% lie within 2 standard deviations of the mean
99.7% lie within 3 standard deviations of the mean
Now, hopefully your data will be clearly seen.
Honorable Mention - Brendan Cockman, Fine Arts Major
I'm sheets of green paper,
and with an august broom
up into pine trees.
tracing paper for
western new york
A storage room for quarters.
Four quarters for mood change.
Honorable Mention - John Fiske, General Studies Major
notes written on teabags.
Submerge in the boil
Words do float.
Sink these songs
that catch in the throat
Make them sour; or sweet
That I may stand on two feet.
Honorable Mention - Hameed Sharifi, Criminal Justice Major
I'm from the land of blood.
From ashy land and smoky air.
I'm from red river of kabul.
From my township's ash,
and townsmen's cry of scared young children
searching for their families' bodies.
I'm from scorched houses and black sky.
From the dirt streets of kabul,
bloody streets and burned bodies,
it smells like the fish market.
I'm from too many weapons,
in burned tanks and black grass,
from my school's ash.
I'm from the policeman's word, wisely resounding,
"boro ba khana en ja astada na show."
(Go home don't stay here.)
I'm from cold weather and dark nights.
from my country's smoke,
and dark days in my township.
I'm from those times.