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Staten Island Citizen Poets School Fancy-Schmancy Versepeople in Freshkills Park Haiku Contest

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The second annual Freshkills Park Haiku Contest (what, you didn’t know about it either?) took place in April, and the highly literate judges have now tallied the results, awarding three adult winners and one kid, probably for using the word “mounds” (heh heh).

A sampling of the winners, for your edification:

Tall thousand grasses

rub hollow elbows to the

chopstick cricket legs

–Robin Locke Monda

Looking at the mounds,

you are rolling down the past.

Future brings us new

–Lauren Seaquist, age 14

Those are good and all, but we sort of prefer the citizen poetry featured in the Staten Island Advance, where readers seem more focused on the fact that the “park” used to be a toxic waste dump than concerned with syllables or spelling or whatever.

Here are a couple of gems from the rather prolific “johnnypaz”:

as i sit here and breathe

the toxic gasses do wave

i’d be better off smelling my own gas

in a seald up cave

Come one come all,

and breathe in the gas

see 2 headed pidgeons

drop dead on the grass

This one is nice, too.

Smell the aroma,

You’re not in Tacoma.

–savenorthsi

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