Poway High School - Odyssey Yearbook (Poway, CA)

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Second Place Ode Till Death Do Us Part A dead rose Weeps under of grass. Tear-dropped blades Burdens lifted free as smoke in a singles bar floating about from lung to lung The penthouse on Central Park A jail cell with a toilet and no door The million-dollar will deceitfully forged. A fingerprint on the Windowpane Burdens lifted. The Jaguar X16 with leather seats A black and white offers sticky vinyl The beautiful scarlet rose garden with thorns A rock crushing party with a ball and chains. A dead rose Weeps under Tear-dropped blades of grass Burdens lifted The chocolate sprinkles atop the expresso A drop of arsenic in the bourbon Third Place The black sequin gown Changes A navy blue suit and holster Burdens lifted Yesterday We played store the pop of a cork and pretended to be grown-up A knock at the door but today we have our own jobs The diamond brooch and still put on the older act. A tarnished badge H The gold wedding band . it We used to have fun reading stories in our text A pair of silver handcuffs. making believe we were the main characters A dead rose laughs under tear-dropped blades but now we analyze novels of grass Without hinting a smile. Burdens regained Bound like a ball of string in a jail cell with a toilet Our pastime was jumping rope and no Door! and playing on the monkey bars now We go to parties Shawn Michael McCain and out to dance clubs Senior Boys were on our hate list and cooties were spreading rapidly but We've changed our opinions about males though, We can catch diseases Without caution. Our big dreams were to be teachers and retire as millionaires. Our goals today are to survive SATs and make it into college. Yesterday we were young and ready to explore life but today we have matured and started our journey into Lisa Kaplan Senior the real World. Liferory Contest 335

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OD YS SE Y'S 3rd ANNUAL LITERARY CO TEST First Place Strangers Watch the ones Who walk on by, Shapeless figures to cloud the sky, Marking time until they die, Kaleidoscope of strangers. So full of life and identity, In sadly suspended anonymity, Forever nameless to me they'll be An endless string of strangers. Textured faces blur my view, Near and far, old and new, Flashes of color give no clue, To the origin of strangers. The friendly offer an honest smile, Providing a glimpse of individual style, But the insight lasts for the shortest while, Till they return to the role of the stranger. Others dismiss with a curt nod, Cringing behind their flimsy facade, And then continue their lengthy trod, Down the path of the stranger. The rush of busy flow down the street, I 'll never meet, .Images yet incomplete, Forever existing as strangers. Amanda Morgan Sophomore iiiiiiiii WifsfsstrPlace-Teacher The Great Conductor Beforeiithe harp and the lyre before pipes and flutes Cymbal, timbrelf and ssrr ,rssst ssrss ssrr g sgyrg of st1,r,g s T g,ss,,s,, sy,,,,s,rr,sr,,,r,sr,,r, The Great Conductor spoke a Word and The Word became Music ssyy r y harmony of spheres Within other A -ltr -111,-n--r ' of an .1t..44,,,, T s-rs f ,iiir ff .rii thr014ghl trees 'iliii liil T illil echoes of life's tragedies Laughter deep in the throat the song of the beating heart. Frank Barone English Department

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I-IO ORABLE MENT O I am the teacher of silence. I will be the rider of peace. I have captured and trapped the escape I befriended a queen now gone. I hear beyond words to the hearts of men. I am miiistrel in a world in need of joy. I dance ,e. with creatures of dreams giving them in ggeee white kingdom. I arriian Amethyst with elevenwacets. I am the daughter of Earth and Sea. The Rose calls me sister. wind bears me to far shores, a quest to my empty heart. The Gypsy calls me Windwalker. Christine Macllroy Senior For Coach A young athlete's eyes shyly cross our circle Brimming with hope Gazing in awe of the stjggength beneath our muscles He listens r r:rr To the quiet courage beating steadily in our hearts To the love for our team That subtly took over our lives And you, starting with hope Created runners of life. Kathy Grasberger Senior I Memory The present is the ground we stand on firm beneath our feet How hard it is to look ahead I I and wonder at the road before us. The past beckons I with golden drops of memory i I It shimmers and disappears I r l I A like the silk ofa fine web y if g How wellang to elcqichrihyegesy amidst I grandpa oneslasti timely , , is yrii iriii I y I ine-dark rlwurs. we yet. eel theopresent ge. 2 3 fsornething can grasp, the new the iiyifwrhise. f? fi V ',.' , K.:' ' I We livegforfwhart Iiaveinatfefflyyi rgily sre.. 1 yyriy I ryig S0 Chefishyifhf rw . if andychefzshfmvfe-swing is to .co il 1 gr . j l A I Junior I l I I I I A336 Literary Contest Drips of blood flawlessly flow From your porcelain nose Staining your white cotton Knit pants y Gaily you laugh out loud pointing To you nostril saying: Oh, rusty Pipes. Ha-ha. This disease of yours is degradingly Awful. It is not a joke .,.. Nothing to laugh qQ at Killing your beautiful, bright brain Pulling blood away from your pumping Heart Breathing your last breath . . . Broken mirrors Old picture frames White dust falling from the blue Horizon. .ut Rolled bills Broken pens Can you not see your reflection? I shed a shiny crystal tear Down my soft cheek It reminds me of the fiery Drop of blood which dripped From your Rusty pipes. Tawnee L. Knudsen I ilil I Senior EDITOR'S NOTE: ' This year's Literary Contest was extremely success ful with over 150 entries. All poems were outstand ing so choosing the top twelve poems was extremely g difficult! I To all who participated, Thank you es4f4hMgmmgi11. I ' ' ' Associate Editor gy I I I A slii y stry I I I Iffyeflllfd 411 sfhflsfdpfi - from ...I Grfflsseltezn r yyss . lit. 1 stctrs jf ' ' T1 otui 1 usilyr F757 r i tycs ger. lat. ieyo jf to ftognif. fingers through if. ryil Weiss .iff r A s Seniorsi 'I I r