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Poetry


Freshman/Sophomore Division

Stephanie Metzger, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Christina Elwer


Grand Prize
Buckeye
Creativity Award

Breathing the dance air,
Seeing the different moves and techniques
I thought to myself,
“How did she do that?”
“Could I do that?”
The feeling, the rush, the energy when I dance,
Looking out at the audience,
Bright lights and judges
So many moves going through my head
1, 2, 3, 4, twist 6, 7, fall
As I fall the music slows, the beat softens
Now as I am lying on the hard, cold floor
I wait for the tempo to rise,
Suddenly it flares again,
I flip over and look up
My head drops as I roll up,
No one understands how bad I want this,
It’s a part of who I am and what I represent.
Every time a song turns on it enters me,
My body and mind move with the beat
So graceful and elegant, then
It changes, BA BAM,
My body strikes,
Sharp and on the spot,
It slightly shifted with my actions making it
Seem like I am floating,
When the music stops, I see my reality
It’s not what I see when I dance at all,
Emptiness and darkness is all over,
And it’s very scary to be alone,
This is why, when I feel that way
I just start dancing to my own beat
Then I know I am not alone,
Or scared of anything.
Katelyn Etgen, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Regina Fritz


Buckeye
Creativity Award

My sudden riot of anger is very abrupt.
It lies dormant, but may suddenly erupt.
My wrath is the calm before the storm;
When least anticipated, fury will form.
The rain beats upon the ship heavily
And stirs up the madness of the sea;
The waves awaken in a fiery rage,
And the storm soon begins its angry rampage.
Mother Nature deals a storm of heavy concentration
That strikes every sailing ship with no hesitation.
The rain quickly descends in a downpour
And its fury is felt from the depths of the ocean floor.
Every boat and every vessel is left in harm’s way,
And the waves send fleets reeling in a dizzy sway.
Across the sky dances lightning’s flash
While seamen are left to deal with Mother Nature’s lash.
The wind sings a song of a sorrowful wail,
But soon this will only be another seafarer’s tale.
The waves will die and the seas will subside,
But only after Mother Nature and the sailors collide.
Kayla Wrasman, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Regina Fritz


Buckeye
Creativity Award

A poet jots down
Words of deep feeling.
A pianist’s fingers pulse
Waves of emotion from the keys.
A vocalist breathes
Notes from the depths of the soul.
A painter brushes
His heart onto the canvas.
A speaker preaches
Part of himself right into the crowd.
A photographer captures
Life’s beauty for all.
A sculptor carves out
A piece of his soul.
A carpenter builds
A loving start.
Anything made with passion
Is an expression of art.

Sponsoring Teacher: Charlyn Ellington


Buckeye
Creativity Award

Timeless nightmares, reoccurring situations.
Keeping her feelings trapped.
In her secret diary, in the back of her mind.
Not a moment goes by that she doesn't
Add to her journal of experiences.
Her irreplaceable tears
Kept in the jar of Sorrow,
Her memories of the once forgotten past.
Now, awakened by the knowledge of tomorrow.
Those cuts only the sharpest of blades can make.
The pain that's left has come back for more.
Museums of painted pictures, glasses in each.
Always half-empty, never half-full.
The lightning bugs that guide her path now fly freely.
The world keeps spinning as her life stops in place.
Knowing what can bring her down only hurts her more.
Finding a cure for this thing they call pain
Is not an easy quest, you see.
For pain knows your one true fear.
And knowing is half the battle.
Bailey Calvelage, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Christina Elwer


Two sea green eyes lay two rows to the right
His striking smile made her extremely content
She didn’t desire to get in a fight
Should she go to the extent?
Everything was red
Love was all she saw
Nothing was misread
Not one distinct flaw
Maybe today was her lucky day
Burning was the air
She never anticipated feeling this way
It was the opposite of despair
She wanted nothing but to gaze
There seemed no confusion
She felt it wasn’t just a phase
In the end it was just an illusion

Sponsoring Teacher: Charlyn Ellington


You can sense sadness in their eyes
Filled up with tears and mourning cries
Hiding their faces and the pain
Wiping away all the tear stains
You can sense sadness in their eyes
Weeping silent as a tear dries
Faking smiles, bloodshot eyes hide
Taking comfort, arms opened wide
Some tell stories while most just cry
A few proclaim their will to die
The news, the shock, and all the grief
Leaving only their one belief
Knowing he’s safe under God’s wing
And listening to angels sing
Missing him though every day
But knowing that he couldn’t stay
You can sense sadness in their eyes
When they need to say their goodbyes
It is so hard to lose a love
But he’s looking down from above
Meghan Ryba, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Christina Elwer


Everyone sees you walking down the hall,
Yet no one knows who you are, or anything about you.
You blend in with everything around you,
But you want that, you need that.
You let every day pass by the same,
Not knowing what is yet to come.
You will change the world in great ways.
You don’t know it yet,
But you will, because it is your destiny.
You will help many people,
Even though they did not help you.
You will fight for them,
Even though they did not fight for you.
Now you have made history.
You have changed the world.
Everyone is grateful for you and for who you have become.
Now everyone knows who you are.
Jonathan Burgei, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Regina Fritz


In the forest, past the tall oak tree.
Next to the swamp, under the bee.
There lies a chest, filled to the top.
With magic that is the best of them all.
Many have tried to snatch this away.
But have failed in so many ways.
If you are sometimes out and about,
Try to get this if you can.
Don’t get lost I tell you my friend,
For sure you may run into,
One of my beastly friends.
Jonathan Burgei, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Regina Fritz


There once was a magical fish.
And could grant you any wish.
He could do it with a flop, or a splash.
And do it with a magical dash.
All from this magical fish of blue,
All your wishes will come true.
But you need a net to catch your fish,
Otherwise you won’t get your wish.
Anywhere you are,
short or far,
Prepared you should be,
To catch this fish before me.
Carrie Honigford, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Regina Fritz


My true love doesn’t talk;
He sings for all to hear.
My true love doesn’t walk;
He dances for all to see.
My true love is not like you and me.
My true love isn’t a plain old beat;
He is a marvelous expression of the soul.
My true love isn’t someone you can touch;
He would much rather be felt in your heart.
My true love is not like you and me.
My true love doesn’t try to be cool;
He just tries to be liked.
My true love doesn’t make people frustrated;
He makes people calm and collected.
My true love is not like you and me.
My true love does not take the path well worn;
He takes a new path that no one has traveled before.
My true love is not always laid back and safe;
He is sometimes making dangerous risks to be liked by me.
My true love is not like you and me.
My true love doesn’t keep his emotions bottled in;
He pours them out for all to hear.
He can be romantic or sad.
He can also be mad or extremely happy.
My true love is not like you and me.
I can tell you this for sure;
If to him you are true,
He will follow you
To the end of your life.
And when the time is right,
He’ll pick a person to start anew.
My true love is a dancing flame,
Never to be extinguished.
My true love lives forever more,
With his soul full of harmony and melody.
My true love is not like you and me.
Morgan Wells, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Regina Fritz


Your petite chest slowly rises with its first breath out of the womb.
You slowly head to the yellow school bus nervously anticipating your first day of school.
Your formal name is announced as you quickly approach your signed diploma.
You finish packing your belongings as you gain full independence and depart to college.
The words “I do!” flow out of your mouth as you daze in the eyes of your true love.
You blissfully await the delivery of your child as you clutch the hand of the future father.
You, as a grandparent, pamper your grandchildren as if they were your children.
As you fade, you leave a piece of you in the hearts of those who meant the most to you.

Sponsoring Teacher: Peggie Stubbs


To do the things that haven’t been done,
Means bringing all to dream of none.
For in this work everything does go,
And pulls the strings by winter’s blow.
When giving time you then begin,
The destiny that starts from within.
It comes from things small or big,
Like giants plucking trees like twigs.
And though it lasts for all to see,
The future’s glow on destiny.
You do what’s right from now to then.
To find your life has glimmered dim.
So all will know your dreadful past,
And see how misery will last.
But think the fate of those who come,
What better timing now is done?
The lasting beast to make all fall,
And see the loving quarrel dissolve.
With all to give and seeing light,
To darkness’s heirs that bring us flight.
We fly and fly, then get away.
From now to then the earth will spin.
With softest touches from within.
So see the days that are to come,
For not all who see may understand
That life’s a risk for all to stand.
Becoming tall and seeing through,
That life’s own destiny is true.
Brett Bowersock, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Christina Elwer


Farmers driving their tractors and getting up in the morn,
Taking time to harvest wheat, beans and corn.
Their families worry all night and day,
All that work for so little pay.
Tending to their crops all year long,
Making sure nothing is wrong.
Country roads are long and black,
Never ending can’t wait to get back.
Hoping for a good year everything is good,
Being with the family just as it should.
Their job is not easy no time to spare,
When winter comes their crops will die in the frigid air.
Hot summers bailing straw,
Summers end and now to fall.
Farmers driving their tractors and getting up in the morn.
Nick Hearn, Bath.

Sponsoring Teacher: Charlyn Ellington


Quiet, now, your voice seems miles away
But your heartbeat trails closer with each passing day
Though I can’t feel your touch and I can’t hold you close,
There is nothing more that I will ever love most
I can wait here forever, there’s no need to fear,
As long as it takes, I’ll always be here.
We have one hundred years and we’ve only used eighteen,
Still plenty of time left, so much we haven’t seen.
I’ll be holding you soon and keeping you safe,
Our time together is coming, not much longer to wait.
I can wait here forever, there’s no need to fear,
As long as it takes, I’ll always be here.
You fulfill my dreams and complete my heart,
I could never do without you; you had me from the start.
Just climb into bed and turn out the light
When you close your eyes, I’ll be beside you tonight.
I can wait here forever, there’s no need to fear,
As long as it takes, I’ll always be here.
Quiet, now, I’m already there.  
Joshua D. Boggs, Lima Senior School of Multiple Intelligences.

Sponsoring Teacher: Jeannine Jordan-Squire


As the bird flaps his wings
I watch from a distance,
so graceful—when he moves
he is fueled with persistence.
I wonder what he sees
that others only dream of,
what mysteries may await
in the new world above.
If only I could fly
I’d watch over all the land,
I would even touch the sky
I could be God’s right-hand man.
Floating above the earth
with no cares or strife,
One might well discover
the true meaning of life.
But flying isn’t everything
there are other things to do,
I could stand atop a hill, be King
there’s always more to pursue.
Who am I kidding
I only wish to soar,
compared to flying high
everything else’s just a bore.
I will not let
another day pass me by,
I will always push the limits
because Today I Will Fly.


Junior/Senior Division

First Time in Standard Tuning

Andy Levers, Lima Central Catholic.

Sponsoring Teacher: Amy Youngpeter


Buckeye
Creativity Award

As I snap each string off her elongated body, I do so with passion and experience.  I caress her neck and rub my hand over her pleasing base.  My fingers find what I’m looking for,  drawing my cord into her space until I reach the point I need.  My hand grabs her knobs, and twists and turns to hear my baby moan with dissonant sounds, yet pleasing as I tune them.  “Again,” she shouts, and I draw, and fill, and twist, and tune, until she is satisfied and sings like a nightingale.  Pleased yet again to make such beautiful music.  I’ve given her new life, as our child will sing the greatest song of our stringed affection.  A song that could make love to any ear.
Laura Wilker, Spencerville.

Sponsoring Teacher: Georgia McMichael


Buckeye
Creativity Award

I draw a picture with a pencil
Or a pen or piece of chalk
The medium makes no difference
I only care for its impression
Curving lines delicately woven
Into a lily or a bird
Varied shades of smooth gray blend
To form a sunset’s graceful color
I sketch soft teardrops for cloudy days
Falling memories that must return
Objects designed with joy and comfort
To reflect pure love and laughter
I imagine endless skyscapes of starry nights
Eyes filled with wonder to witness a miracle
I see the quiet rising of the sun
And appreciate the countless blessings and lessons learned
My hopes and dreams spill onto my paper
Thoughts gently shaped to fit the page
I draw a picture with a pencil
To illustrate life on empty canvas
Emily Stant, St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Sue Knippen


Buckeye
Creativity Award

A symbol

composed of smaller symbols
symbols marked by color
Representing
what goes on
what is stood for
what is believed
Red: Blood
White: Purity
Blue: Sky-high limits

Blood shed in wars
wars of greed
of revenge
of necessity

Purity that has long ago vanished
Vanished in the murders
murders of innocent babies
Vanished in the pictures
pictures revealing the human body
In ways too provocative
too sexual
too immoral
Vanished in the discrimination
discrimination past, present and future
discrimination that is only accusations

Sky-high limits that allow only certain ascension
ascension to the limit set by the generation before
ascension that is guarded to let in only a select few
ascension unattainable without a high social standing
A symbol
Brittany Ball, Spencerville.

Sponsoring Teacher: Georgia McMichael


Buckeye
Creativity Award

The wind blows softly,
A gentle caress.
I let my mind wander,
To thoughts of another day.
There was a time,
When I was honest.
I wore my emotions on my sleeve,
Never would I have thought of fronting.
At any given time,
when asked what was wrong,
I would honestly reply.
Now I ghost by.
"I'm fine’s” and "It's ok, no big’s,”
They came out of my mouth so often,
It was second nature.
Even if something was phenomenally wrong,
I just ghosted by.
I've trained myself not to have emotions,
Just lies and appeasements.
A hollow shell,
Is all I am.
Yes,
There was a time,
Long ago,
I used to be honest.
But,
I'm afraid I no longer remember how to be.
Andrew Wellmann, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Sue Knippen


Each little snowflake that falls to the Earth,
    May not be large, but is of great worth;
Every one unique in its own special way,
    Bringing joy and peace on a cold winter’s day.
Sometimes formed into a ball or a man,
    Ready to fulfill its own special plan;
Just like people, no two are the same,
    Each little crystal, deserves its own name.
When bonded together these crystals unite,
    To form a wintry scene at night;
Awakening to snow so very bright,
Children engage in a snowball fight.
Sledding and playing throughout the day,
    They wait for Santa on his big sleigh;
Then mom calls them in and eagerly they come,
    For hot chocolate is waiting for everyone.
At night the family sits by the fire,
    Staring as the flames rise higher and higher;
All snuggled in blankets and ready for bed,
    They wish for more snow and a fun day ahead.
A snowflake is sent from the heavens above,
    Showering the earth with beauty and love;
When springtime arrives and the snow turns to rain,
    Flowers will brighten the earth once again.
Amanda Silbaugh, Elida.

Sponsoring Teacher: Marsha Jackson


The rose lingered on in the white blanket
Its reddish color still as bright as a summer’s day
But against the snowflakes, it looked like a small trinket
It moved as if in the wind’s way.
Throughout the harsh winter, with the many snow falls
The petals waved it by, staying in its place
Laughing, as if to ask Mother Nature, “Is that all?”
In return, she mocked and smiled with such grace.
With another gust of wind from Mother Nature
The clouds parted and the small trinket shook its head
The sun appeared, shining with much pleasure
A long life of symbolism the rose has led.
Luke Brenneman, Spencerville.

Sponsoring Teacher: Georgia McMichael


As the trees release their leaves of gold,
I wonder what this autumn will hold.
I hear the song of crickets fade away,
and watch squirrels and rabbits frolic and play.
The trees go bare, the air turns crisp.
My breath appears as a cloudy wisp.
The corn looks like an old lady, hunched and wrinkled in its field,
while the farmers pray for a good harvest yield.
A blanket of frost creeps in through the night,
Shimmering and glistening in the morning light.
Brilliant, colorful leaves float to the ground,
where children jump and play in them, midst a crackling sound.
Day after day, autumn wears on,
until its time is almost gone.
A layer of leaves lies on the ground,
waiting for spring, sleeping safe and sound.

Abby Scalf, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Sue Knippen


I see the rain
Every time
The storm rolls in
By and by.
I see the rain
As the earth cries,
From all its sorrows
And all our lies.
She sleeps in winter
When the cold appears,
And I see the rain,
Fall like tears.
She wakes in spring
With beauty in mind,
And I see the rain
Fall in time.
In summer she’s hot
As children play,
And I see the rain
End the day.
In autumn she waits
To sleep again,
And I see the rain
That never ends.
I see the rain
Everyday
Like tears of sorrow
And tears of pain.
I feel pain
Deep inside,
When I see the rain
Without my eyes.
And I see the rain,
I see the rain
Ashley Holtzapple, Spencerville.

Sponsoring Teacher: Georgia McMichael


I've got that feeling again,
Head pounding
Everything's in slow motion
Put my pen to the paper and write
I'm not seeing the truth
You move,
But I only grasp a blur of what was once there
I crave his voice- but I miss doing this
Inspiration lately has been nothing but a dream
Vivid colors of indigo and heartache were always my comfort,
But they refuse to help now
I'm not thinking right
Inspire me?
Teach me your wisdom,
And I'll teach you my childhood
All our lives we reach for what we will only soon want back,
Soon forget
Understand me
You're more than just a name,
You're a definition of my life
Sum me up like you always wanted to
Ruin me again- but next time I'll stop you
The greatest achievement you can get in this world
Is a paragraph in a ten thousand page book
Rachel Fell, Spencerville.

Sponsoring Teacher: Georgia McMichael


Warm summer breeze against our backs
Swinging with my grandmother on her wooden swing
Wishing the summer would never end
But at that moment feeling like I had a pair of wings
Pushing faster and faster off the ground
Leaving reality in the dust
Our imaginations hard at work
Visiting our desires is a must
Where to my grandchild?
Off with Peter Pan to Neverland
To fight off Captain Hook
As you fly with Wendy and Peter holding your hand
Where to my grandchild?
Off on a shooting star
To soar through outer space
As you take a trip that is way too far
Where to my grandchild?
Off to the deep blue sea
To swim with the dolphins and mermaids
As you never know what you may see
No Grandma
Not off to Neverland
To fly with Wendy and Peter holding my hand
Not on a shooting star
As I take a trip that is way too far
Not to the deep blue sea
For I never know what I may see
I imagine I am here
Swinging with my grandmother on a wooden swing
Wishing the summer would never end
But at this moment I am glad I do not have a pair of wings
Kori Anderson, Shawnee.

Sponsoring Teacher: Timothy Cheeseman


Everyday hammer to my already shattered frame
Time ripped something never to be tame
Love isn’t real
Little leaf falling so far
From its original station
Space is a temporary ration
Scooping this up, strong wind
Swirling around dancing, this happy leaf grinned
A short-lived dance none-the-less
Gently laid down, the finishing caress
A dark hard pavement beneath
Surroundings so loud and cold
This leaf wrinkled and old
No wonder it fell so far
Now a pile of lousy crackle
Nothing can fix it, not even spackle
Now the wind has moved on
Love isn’t real
Luke Brenneman, Spencerville.

Sponsoring Teacher: Georgia McMichael


Thunder is bright,
and lightning is loud.
Winners are ashamed,
and losers are proud.
A brat is angelic,
an angel’s a brat.
A democrat’s a republican,
a republican’s a democrat.
Dewey beat Truman,
and Gore beat Bush.
Tupperware lids
 never need a good push.
Brunettes are dumb,
and blondes are smart.
A green flag means stop,
a checkered one means start.
A dog says oink,
and a duck says moo.
A baby’s diaper
never holds poo.
Four year olds aren’t curious,
and  neither are cats.
Figure skaters wear helmets,
and hockey players use bats.
Kids beg for more veggies,
moms hand them more cake.
A man goes for tofu,
a woman for steak.
A little kid’s gerbil never dies,
and no politician ever tells lies.
A deaf man can’t see,
and a blind man may.

All because a mute says
“It’s opposite day!”
Brittany Ball, Spencerville.

Sponsoring Teacher: Georgia McMichael


Out on the sea; Drowning.
The black oblivion claims me,
Tainting all that I am.
The waves rush upon my skin,
Cold, Freezing,
Thousands of needles stabbing me.
Seductive whispers,
Deep in my mind,
They urge me on.
Part of me wants to listen,
To play their little game.
It's wrong and I know it,
Doesn't make it any less desirable.
In the end it’s my choice,
I chose not to give in,
I choose to stay on the path.
I choose to live my life,
As I want.
That's my choice,
And only mine.
I don't pretend I know what will happen,
But I'll be ready for whatever comes.
Brittany Ball, Spencerville.

Sponsoring Teacher: Georgia McMichael


Blood dripping down my back
I feel as though I might crack
Tears flowing from my eyes
And I feel as though I might die.
Betrayal rippling through my core
I can't take it anymore
I cannot trust anyone
I'm just a game to you, just dumb fun.
My heart is shattering
In my head I hear this chattering
'You cannot trust them.' They said.
'They play you for a fool.' Echoed in my head.
I walk down this cold and lonely street
Miles disappear beneath my feet
Wind drifts through these cold bones
Too shaken up to go home.
Screaming voices float through these walls
Fear drifting through the halls
A door cracked in a dimly lit room
A young girl crying at the forecoming doom.
Her parents have been screaming for the fourth time this week
She shrinks as the floor boards below creak
For now the yelling stops; her parents settle down to watch their show.
The window beckons to her
To take flight and leave this hell
Leaving would do her well
Giving her time to herself.
Walking at midnight is quite dangerous you see
Young girls have a tendency
To disappear
What a shame.
Shifting in the shadows
Burning in the night
Ready to flee
Ready to fight.
Kellie Runyan, Delphos St. John’s.

Sponsoring Teacher: Sue Knippen


Playing on the safe side
Never crossing the line
Doing what she is told
Pretending everything is fine
Forcing a fake smile
Suppressing all the tears
Screaming on the inside
Dying for someone to hear
She’s afraid to be happy
Scared to let her guard down
Something bad will happen
If she doesn’t wear a frown
Her family thinks she’s happy
Or they pretend not to see
The pain in her eyes
That won’t set her free
Deep down inside
She really wants to say
She wants to tell everyone
She’s really not okay
Kayla Gilroy, Elida.

Sponsoring Teacher: Peggie Stubbs


Do I dare break my word?
Destroy the silent vow between us,
Should I tell him what I’m thinking?
Inform him of what his kisses do to me.
Oh, how his kiss brought about thoughts
one’s people would consider treason.
They promised a life of happiness
A future of being treated like the Queen I am.
Could I simply utter the words?
The words bitterly sit on my tongue.
Perhaps I should just swallow them,
along with my voice, it shall be gone.
Maybe I should just give into my desire
The lust simply pounding in my veins.
But I could never end things with you
My heart beats strongly when you’re around.
So what should I do?
What’ll be my next move?
Will I give in and be a whore,
or will I end things and be miserable?
The answer never comes,
when the words never leave my tongue.
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