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2006 Poetry Out Loud Contest in Ohio

Contestant Poems

Emily Astorian � Granville High School

�Forgetfulness� by Billy Collins

�Catch a Little Rhyme� by Eve Merriam

�Advice to a Prophet� by Richard Wilbur

Jackson Hille � Columbus Alternative High School

�A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General� by Jonathan Swift

�Altruism� by Molly Peacock

�Forgetfulness� by Billy Collins

Lee Horton � Mount Gilead High School

�Eagle Poem� by Joy Harjo

�Famous� by Naomi Shihab Nye

�Ways of Talking� by Ha Jin

Robert Jones � Eastmoor Academy High School

�The Negro Speaks of Rivers� by Langston Hughes

�Broken Promises� by David Kirby

�To My Mother� by Wendell Berry

Jon Lamotte � Bishop Hartley High School

�Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening� by Robert Frost

��Hope� is the thing with feathers�� by Emily Dickinson

�Trees� by Joyce Kilmer

Casey Osman � Westland High School

�Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night� by Dylan Thomas

�We Wear the Mask� by Paul Laurence Dunbar

�Let it Be Forgotten� by Sarah Teasdale

Meredith Smith � Thomas Worthington High School

�Still I Rise� by Maya Angelou

�Beautiful Black Men� by Nikki Giovonni

�Bilingual/Bilingue� by Rhina P. Espaillat

Broken Promises

I have met them in dark alleys, limping and one-armed;
I have seem them playing cards under a single light-bulb
and tried to join in, but they refused me rudely,
knowing I would only let them win.
I have seen them in the foyers of theaters,
coming back late from the interval
long after the others have taken their seats,
and in deserted shopping malls late at night,
peering at things they can never buy,
and I have found them wandering
in a wood where I too have wandered.

This morning I caught one;
small and stupid, too slow to get away,
it was only a promise I had made to myself once
and then forgot, but it screamed and kicked at me
and ran to join the others, who looked at me with reproach
in their long, sad faces.
When I drew near them, they scurried away,
even though they will sleep in my yard tonight.
I hate them for their ingratitude,
I who have kept countless promises,
as dead now as Shakespeare�s children.
�You bastards,� I scream,
�you have to love me�I gave you life!�

David Kirby

David Kirby, �Broken Promises� from Big-Leg Music (Washington, DC: Orchises Press, 1995). Copyright � 1995 by David Kirby. Used by permission of the author.