ROUND SIX (THE FINALS): *gargoyles vs. *catatonic

March Madness Poetry 2015 Finals -- gargoyles vs. catatonic



#MMPoetry 2015 Finals Promo (voiceover by Matt Forrest)

Each authlete was assigned a word and given 36 hours to compose a poem.

Below are their entries. Read both and vote for your favorite!

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NEW FOR ROUND SIX! AUDIENCE CHALLENGE: After reading and voting, we invite you to post your own poems in the comments using the words “argyle” and/or “conic” (but NOT using “gargoyles” or “catatonic”), which are two other fun prompt words found within the words above.


Here are the poems:

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*gargoyles what does it mean?
Gargoyle’s Gloom
By Buffy Silverman

From the day she was carved in the side of the church
the gargoyle was frozen in stone,
watching the wind brush the leaves of the birch,
while feeling despised and alone.

The crows swarmed each evening and cawed in her face;
they slurped from her spout when it splashed.
They speckled her neck and she felt a disgrace,
her stoical dignity smashed.

Oh, how she yearned for her wings to unfold!
She’d soar while she warbled adieu.
But then she recalled what those cocky birds crowed:
There’s nothing those gargoyles can do!

Early one April, two wrens came along
as she watched from up high in her tomb.
Hearing their bubbly and chirruping song,
she wallowed in darkness and gloom

until she perceived a soft fluttering throb,
a beat in her cavernous heart,
a twisting and turning and light-feathered bob,
a warming that gave her a start.

She welcomed the wrens as they bustled inside,
busily building their nest.
She heard their eggs hatch with a stirring of pride
from deep in her stone-hearted chest.

She sheltered her friends until thunderstorms passed,
she covered her chicks till they flew,
she guarded them all, understanding at last,
There’s so much a gargoyle can do!

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*catatonic what does it mean?
The Ballad of Billy Greer
By Randi Sonenshine

On a day like this when the robins kiss
and the tulips burst in bloom,
in this lab right here, little Billy Greer
met a grim and ghastly doom.

It’s a dreadful tale on an epic scale,
but it’s one you need to hear.
I regret to tell, but I feel compelled
to repeat it every year.

Well, the class began with a simple plan –
an experimental task:
just some zinc combined with some iodine
in an Erlenmeyer flask.

Things were going well when a toxic smell
drifted swiftly by my nose.
Then I noticed Bill, who was frozen still,
in a catatonic pose.

With a sudden jerk, he resumed his work,
but he added something new,
and he stirred and mixed while I stood transfixed
by his spewing, bubbly brew.

Then I watched him pour just a few drops more,
of a liquid blue and gooey;
that was all it took, ‘cause the whole room shook
when his compound went KABLOOEY!

Well, we all stood dazed in an azure haze –
it was over in a flash.
When the air was clear, all we found of Greer
was a pile of bluish ash.

Now on certain nights when the time is right
all the flasks begin to fume,
and the pipettes luge in the centrifuge
while the tongs whiz ‘round the room.

Then the beakers gleam in the moonlight’s beam
and the funnels start to sway,
and combustibles sport in flaming duels
while the Petri dishes play.

When the forceps waltz with the Epsom salts
in a ghastly lab tableau,
if you look real close, you can see Bill’s ghost
in the Bunsen burner’s glow.

So put safety first to avoid the worst,
though it may seem like a chore;
for if not, I fear, just like Billy Greer,
you’ll end up in test tube four!

 


Public Vote (*gargoyles vs. *catatonic)
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*gargoyles vs. *catatonic

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*gargoyles vs. *catatonic
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*gargoyles vs. *catatonic




CONGRATULATIONS TO BUFFY SILVERMAN, MARCH MADNESS POETRY 2015 CHAMPION!



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  • Janie Hogan-Summers Lazo

    He was from the clan of Campbell and his kilt was tilted argyle.
    He was gruff and poorly shaven and his attitude was hostile.
    She was from the north of Scotland from a land ’twas known as Fair Isle
    ‘Twas a beauty , but a snob, with a propensity for high style.
    He had eyed her from the sidelines as he finished up the field trials.
    She eyed him too, this mindless beast whose manners were in exile.
    He gazed at her in wonder. she gazed at him -sardonic
    She could never love a Campbell as their heads were just too conic!

  • http://closejj.wix.com/meretricktheworm Josh Close

    Wanted to post one before I left to sub this afternoon – so not edited much! Here you go! :)

    Home sick
    J J Close

    It’s with great disappointment that I have to say,
    My daughter will not be admitted to play,
    She’s stuck inside, sick to her stomach today,
    So, you’ll have to go on without her.

    She stayed home from school with the mumps and the flu,
    A head ache, a back ache, a belly ache too,
    And really there isn’t a thing we can do,
    You’ll have to go on without her.

    We’ve fed her a tonic, a conic injection,
    In both of her ears just to fight the infection,
    It’s not done a thing to repair her complexion,
    It’s best that you go on without her.

    You’re bound to catch everything that she’s got,
    And the chances are good you’d need more than a shot,
    ‘Cause all that we’ve done hasn’t worked like we’d thought,
    I implore you, please go on without her.

    —–

    But mother, I think all I need is fresh air,
    I promise that I will take extra good care,
    To keep them from catching what I have, I swear,
    Just let me please go out and play.

    The mumps have all passed, the flu nonexistent,
    And all of my aches are no longer persistent,
    I think I’m immune now, I think I’m resistant,
    I’m ready to go out and play.

    In fact, I admit that I poured out the tonic,
    I’m only a little, not fully pneumonic,
    Enough to miss school, but not really too chronic,
    that I shouldn’t go out and play.

    —–

    Such good news to hear, I’m ecstatic to say,
    That this means you’ll be able to help me today,
    I guess you will wait for tomorrow to play,
    I’m sorry kids, go on without her.

    She’ll be helping me paint; and the lawn must be done,
    I need 2 extra hands while we still have the sun,
    I assure you that she will have plenty of fun,
    It’s a shame, but you must go without her.

    • http://closejj.wix.com/meretricktheworm Josh Close

      Added one more stanza :)

  • http://www.thinkkidthink.com/ Ed DeCaria

    waffling, becoming
    more lopsided lick by lick:
    SPLAT! a conic boom

    • http://www.feliciachernesky.com Felicia Sanzari Chernesky

      Achoo! How ’bout a clerihew?

      Steven Sonic
      abhors the conic,
      but he’ll brush his teeth and gargle
      while wearing stripes and argyle.

      Good luck, poets!

  • Colleen Murphy

    The Pixie Prankster

    With his conic hat and his argyle socks
    Pulled up to his knobby knees
    This elfin fellow will run about town
    To pester whomever he sees.
    He’ll tie up the laces of people who nap
    On benches on warm afternoons.
    Then startle those people to see how they fall
    By popping gigantic balloons.
    He’ll call out the names of the kids who walk by
    Then hide when the kids turn around,
    He’ll frighten the ladies who sip on their teas,
    By making a mouse running sound.
    As fast as a rabbit who’s chased by a fox,
    As small as a leaf on a tree,
    This elfin fellow with argyle socks
    Is someone I wish I could be.

  • Jpacic

    A belated St. MacPatrick’s day poem

    Duff MacSwitched is a Scots Leprechaun
    oh, such a sight you just haven’t seen
    his rainbow argyle Tam he doth don
    that’s right! no (i)conic chimney of green

    when you find him dancing light round his gold
    it’s no tin whistle Duff holds in his hand
    for at rainbow’s end, so brash and so bold
    He’s a one Leprechaun bagpiping band

  • RJ Clarken

    Oh my goodness me! How do I ever decide this one???!!! Buffy – I love the story of your gargoyle, and the beautiful purposeful happy ending she found! Randi – I laughed like mad over ‘test tube 4!’ Both poems are marvelous. Decisions…decisions…

    • Randi Sonenshine

      RJ, I’m glad it made you smile!

  • Carrie Pearson

    Wonderful poems, ladies! Congrats for making it to finals!!

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Thank you, Carrie!

  • Renee LaTulippe

    Well done, Buffy and Randi. You’ve both given us some meaty stories to chew on. Buffy, your poem is packed with beautiful imagery and sound, and how lovely that the gargoyle found her calling. Randi, I admire your format and use of internal rhyme, and your funny punchline. Poor Billy Greer! :)

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Thanks, Renee. The internal rhyme was a killer, but I really wanted it to have that classic ballad feel.

  • Amelia Shearer

    Buffy – my son and I LOVED your gargoyle poem! You were not nearly generous enough with which age groups would enjoy it – my son is almost 5 and was totally into the story. :-) Well done!

    • http://www.thinkkidthink.com/ Ed DeCaria

      I can change that in <15 seconds, you know! ;)

      • Buffy Silverman

        Fine, Ed, why don’t you include ages 6-8. I was just concerned about a teacher having to explain too many words.

        Glad your son was into the story, Amelia!

        • http://www.thinkkidthink.com/ Ed DeCaria

          Done!

  • http://closejj.wix.com/meretricktheworm Josh Close

    Buffy – after reading your poem, I don’t think the word could have been more perfect for you! I love when poems make me smile. Your poem this round, and Randi’s poem last round both achieved this! Very well written, and couldn’t have ended better.

    Randi – I love the internal rhyme, and your poem is a must for chemistry teachers and students to hear – all of the terms were used wonderfully with a humorous ending!

    Both are winners!

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Thanks! :)

  • http://www.thinkkidthink.com/ Ed DeCaria

    I had no doubt that both Buffy and Randi would once again deliver the goods in this round. It’s gonna be a fun couple of days of voting … and watching the vote! I predict a very close match in all three voting segments! Good luck to you both. You are both champions in my book! (Just not on the trophy, unfortunately.)

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Ed, as you probably saw from the email, this one kept me up until nearly 2:00 a.m.! It’s not like there was any pressure… :)

  • http://www.debrashumaker.com/ Debra Shumaker

    Wow, I don’t want to choose. Such masterful poems. Why, oh why do I have to pick? Congrats to both of you. You both clearly deserve to be here at the end. I’ll do my Authlete vote, and since my kids are home from Spring Break, I’ll let them do the popular vote! Congrats again.

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Thanks, Debra!

  • deborahhwilliams

    Poetic excellence, Buffy and Randi! I loved your soft-hearted gargoyle, Buffy, and so wanted her to fly. And Randi, you had me at “pipettes luge in the centrifuge”–what an image! I enjoyed these both so very much.

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Thanks, Deborah! That was one of my favorite lines, too!

  • Beth Rayner

    Magic happened here!

  • rjschechter

    Two wonderful poems, as I think we all expected. Congratulations to both poets.

    But there’s been a big misunderstanding. Billy Greer isn’t dead. According to Wikepedia, he’s the current bass guitarist for the rock band Kansas.

    • Randi Sonenshine

      How did I not know that? I love Kansas! Maybe I should send this to him. ;)

  • Buffy Silverman

    Thanks to everyone for the generous comments! Randi, your ballad of billy was tons of fun. I especially like the line, “I stood transfixed by his spewing, bubbly, brew” and the word KABLOOEY! You’ve painted a vivid picture!

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Thanks, Buffy! My favorite lines in your poem were “until she perceived a soft fluttering throb,

      a beat in her cavernous heart,” and the phrase “stone-hearted chest.” Great imagery. It’s funny that we both used the words “bubbly” and “gloom.” We must be tele-poetically connected!

  • Dave Crawley

    Buffy, I was expecting something Halloweenish, and you surprised me with a well polished poem that builds to an unexpected and sensitive conclusion. Randi, you hilariously channeled one of my favorite poets of yesteryear, Robert Service, and created a tale I’m sure he’d be proud to call his own (once he got up to speed about 21st century chemistry).

    • Randi

      That is high praise, Dave! I definitely took inspiration from Service’s ballads, along with another favorite English poet, Coleridge, and his “Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” My dad used to read it aloud to me, and it’s why I fell in love with poetry!

  • Karen G. Jordan

    Buffy, I think your gargoyle poem is poetic perfection! I love the pathos in the first stanza, “watching the wind brush the leaves of the birch”- awww, poor gargoyle. The wrens present a satisfyingly sweet counterpoint.
    Randi, love all the science lab words and the ballad format. Billy appearing in the Bunsen burner’s glow is creepy and fun!

    • Randi

      Thanks, Karen! The Bunsen burner line came to me almost right away and drove most of the narrative.

  • Lori Degman

    These are both so incredibly great!! It makes getting knocked out in round 3 a relief!!!

  • http://phillipvanwagoner.com Phillip Van Wagoner

    These are both SO SO SO good!

    Buffy – Gargoyle’s Gloom is so heartfelt! I *definitely* didn’t hold back a tear at the end. Incredible poem!

    Randi – Your poem is really funny and informative! I love the use of so many great chemistry terms and “…the pipettes luge in the centrifuge” is an especially great line.

    Congratulations to both of you for making the finals, and for making the finals such a difficult decision!

    • Randi

      Phillip, I am definitely NOT a science person, so I had to do some serious research. Now I know what an Erlenmeyer flask looks like and what a centrifuge does!

  • Robyn Hood Black

    Hats off to both of you, Buffy and Randi! Wonderful poetic tales, both. So imaginative. Buffy, you know I have a thing for wrens – ;0) – and this is beautifully crafted.

  • Colleen Murphy

    Two talented poets who have created two impressive poems. I voted, but it was not an easy choice. Good luck to the both of you!

  • http://www.shandatrent.com Shanda Trent

    Two fantabulous poems, by two poets I’ve grown to admire. Buffy, I know you tangentially via SCBWI-Mi, and have to cheer you on as a fellow Michiganian! Love the kinder, gentler gargoyle. You see the world through a special kind of glasses. Randi, another outstanding work, again, set in a school, obviously a place you love to work and play. I’m having fun telling the story of how I was knocked out in round one by she-who-will-be-Princess or Queen of March Madness Poetry. Good luck; you are both winners!

    • Randi

      That made me smile, Shanda! I still loved your Doggy Diva!

  • Matt Forrest

    Well done, both of you! Loved Buffy’s touching tale – and the adroit use of the ABAB rhyme scheme is no small feat. Randi also had a nice rhythm to it with her internal rhyme…good luck, folks!

  • Teresa Young

    All of my 6th grade Reading Classes in my Middle School in Springfield, MO read the two final poems today while in the library. I only had three logins so we used those for the first three classes, one public vote and now one final vote from my home computer just so the last class knows their vote counts. We used both poems to cite evidence from the text to tell us what was the poem describing. Loved that both of the poems had to do with Spring. Thanks for a great ending to a wonderful experience. Sign us up for next year’s March Madness.

    • Buffy Silverman

      it’s great to hear how different classes have used the March Madness poems. Thanks for sharing, Teresa!

    • Randi

      Yay! Now that’s the sign of a good teacher! Kids can learn AND have fun!

  • Damon Dean

    This comes down to choosing between a tear-eyed sighing smile and a giggle embellished grin. When both poems are so equally superior I can sometimes weight my vote based on my own deep rooted reader response. But this match is even beyond that measure. Buffy warmed my heart and made me love a gargoyle, while Randi filled my mind with a comical classroom catastrophe. All I can say is these poets deserve to be here.

    • Randi

      Thank you for the kind words, Damon. I’m glad my poem gave you a smile!

  • Carol Samuelson-Woodson

    Wow! Out of chaotic madness, two great poets emerge! Randi, your brain worked over-time to come up with this complex story of laboratory mayhem. Buffy’s gargoyle transformation was beautiful and beautifully written. Reminded me a bit of Oscar Wilde. You’re both winners!

    • Randi

      Thanks, Carol! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

  • kateoneil

    She broke my heart in pieces.
    She left me in despair.
    I truly, madly, deeply love
    that girl with golden hair.

    I love her Scottish accent,
    her flowing, glowing locks
    but Elspeth said that she adores
    the creep in argyle socks.

    • Randi

      Ha! Love this, @kateoneil!

  • 6th Grade Readers in Missouri

    The class was divided on which poem to pick. Those who love SCIENCE found catatonic very appealing.

    • Randi

      Glad you enjoyed it!

  • Ryan Stockton

    There is not much I can say here that others in the comments sections have not already said. So I will just leave it as simply: Wow. You both are amazing poets and it was an honor simply to read your submissions. I hated that I had to choose between the two to vote, but vote I must. Congratulations to the pair of you.

    • Randi

      Thanks, Ryan! I enjoyed your poems, as well.

  • 6th Grader Readers in Missouri

    Poetry can be very difficult for some of my 6th grade students but once they read gargoyles, several students said, “I get it!” Way to bring a Batman image into a relevant spring time event.

  • Teresa Young

    I tweeted about less than 11 hours to vote in the poetry March Madness. Wasn’t sure about your twitter address but you can find me on twitter at TyoungLibrary

  • http://annaejordan.com/ Anna E. Jordan

    According to Ed’s poetics Gargoyles wins for me. More of an emotional pay-off at the end and smoother rhythmic cadence without feeling forced.

    • http://www.thinkkidthink.com/ Ed DeCaria

      Did you really go through the POEMETRICS framework to decide? How cool! -Ed

      • http://annaejordan.com/ Anna E. Jordan

        I’ve read it so much, it’s become a part of my judging. :)

  • Ms. Gaitonde

    Juliana (grade 5)

    Word: Argyle
    Meaning: Plaid Pattern

    My Search for Socks of Argyle
    I visit every shop searching for the perfect socks of argyle.
    But after ten stores without success, I realize this might take awhile.
    Who knew that finding the perfect pattern of pink, white and red
    could send me on such a long outing of dread?
    Everywhere I go they claim that argyle is dead.
    But I continue my quest with a secret thought and smile.
    I could always knit the perfect pair and end this shopping trial :-)

    • Buffy Silverman

      Wonderful, Juliana!

    • Rebekah Hoeft

      I love the line “my quest with a secret thought and smile.”

  • Ms. Gaitonde

    Sophie (grade5)

    A beauty contest took my eye
    and I smiled in surprise
    with my argyle dress
    I was thinking of the best
    What will go wrong with such a gown
    And maybe even a big crown
    I went to my house to get prepared
    Little did I know Sally Gibster was there
    I hopped along into to the gate
    And with my mother I was agape
    She sat there curling Sally’s hair
    Wearing my argyle gown
    I took right off into my room
    To find a sweet smell of perfume
    I grabbed a chair and swung my might
    There fell the perfume into my hands
    I snickered a bit then paraded like a band
    I pulled a pink tutu on me
    and let my hair go to my knees
    I poured the bottle of perfume
    onto my legs, hands, and arms too
    I danced outside to Sally Gibster
    She looked at me with such snicker

    • Buffy Silverman

      I want an argyle gown, Sophie!

    • Rebekah Hoeft

      The image of the girl dancing with a pink tutu on and long hair down to her knees makes me think I would like your narrotor–she seems like a good sport and a cheerful person!

    • Randi

      Yay, Sophie! Clever and descriptive poem!

  • Ms. Gaitonde

    Alister (grade 5)

    I run onto the bridge
    my argyle sweater
    flapping in the wind.
    My heart beats
    and the water splashes
    in unison with it.
    I run off the bridge
    and into the water.
    Splash!
    I am soaking wet,
    but I am laughing.
    And my soul is dancing.

    • Buffy Silverman

      Love this, Alister!

    • Rebekah Hoeft

      Love the last three lines!

    • Randi

      Beautiful image, Alister. I can picture this scene very vividly! Well done.

  • Ms. Gaitonde

    Caroline (grade 5)

    Title: My Attempt to Knit a Sweater
    I got some yarn for Christmas
    but I let out a big grimace
    for those balls of yarn were the limits

    My grandmother knows I can’t knit
    not even one little bit
    she knows I will hit
    until she permits
    me too get my way

    But she doesn’t let me get my way
    and she makes me obey
    and decides we will do an argyle pattern

    The pattern was a fail
    it looked like a broken rail
    and haunts me like jail
    everytime I close my eyes

    She is just trying to make me feel tortured
    oh this is the border!
    I don’t even like diamonds crochets anyway!

    But she won’t give up
    as most old folk don’t
    and she makes me crochet all day

    My finished product
    well it looked like a demented bonnet
    I could tell it made my grandmother want to vomit
    so I just threw it away!

    That made my grandmother furious
    but all that wooliness
    was so not glorious
    thats why I threw it away!
    Why did I receive those balls of yarn anyway?

    • Rebekah Hoeft

      A demented bonnet? And haunts me like a jail? Perfect description of knitting gone wrong…I have had crocheting go this wrong, so I totally can sympathize with your narrator.

    • Randi

      “all that wooliness was so not glorious” I love this!

  • Ms. Gaitonde

    Harlan (grade 5)

    No Pattern to Happiness

    My life has not been argyle
    It is not like a diamond
    It may have taken you a while,
    but now you see…
    life is hard for me
    The stitching poor
    all the way to my core
    There is no purpose
    Only one color
    The color I see is worthless
    Twists and turns, loss and burns
    It was unpredictable, full of red ferns
    For something more. . . I yearn
    I know that I can do it
    I only need a moment to wake up and not be dormant
    Argyle my life is not
    No patterns or diamonds but happiness has been caught
    In this here moment my life has changed
    There are still no patterns
    My life, you can’t predict
    But there are many colors, too many to count
    Happy
    is the color I see
    They may not be diamonds
    but they are diamonds to me
    For you the world
    may be old and gray
    But my skies
    are blue today
    I am happy and the sky is blue
    everything is young and new
    The sun is now bright, eliminating my fright
    Happiness has won the fight
    Argyle or not. . .
    happiness
    is what I sought

    • Rebekah Hoeft

      I like how you used argyle as a way to talk about “normal” ways to measure happiness. And the line “happiness has won the fight” is great.

    • Randi

      Wow, Harlan! This is a powerful poem. The extended metaphor beautifully conveys the speaker’s conflict. I especially like the line “the stitching poor all the way to my core,” though it is a sad image. Well done. I’m glad it ended on a “happy” note.

  • Ms. Gaitonde

    Christina (grade 5)

    Once there was a cone named Frank
    Surprisingly, his expression was always blank.
    He never frowned,
    or ever smiled,
    and he had been standing there
    for a while.
    One day, a man with a megaphone,
    pulled out Frank’s evil, twin clone!
    His evil twin had an argyle sweater,
    but even that made Frank feel no better.
    He shook his conic head around,
    and did the closest thing to a frown.
    His evil twin couldn’t do any better,
    all he had- that Frank didn’t have,
    was an old argyle sweater.

    • Rebekah Hoeft

      The first two lines made me smile!

    • Randi

      Cute and clever, Christina!

  • Ms. Gaitonde

    Argyle Aisle
    She walks down the aisle,
    Shrouded in argyle
    At the end of the stretch,
    the groom sits at a bench
    He smiles at his future wife,
    thinking,
    wow, I’ve got a great life
    She smiles back thinking
    I’m so overjoyed with our linking!
    The two hold hands and
    look into each other eyes, bewitched!
    A moment of silence,
    Then they say “Lets get hitched!”

    • Rebekah Hoeft

      A bride in argyle! I can picture it!

  • Ms. Gaitonde

    Amy (grade 5)

    Genevieve had a new dress, and it had a stripe, It had much argyle, and it took away her strife. For on Monday she had met the daring Peter Menet, he had a way with girls, and he charmed her with his curls. She became desperate, and lost her best etiquette, she wore her best dress again, and caught Peter’s sight again. He said, “I love your argyle!” She said, “I love yours too!” “But what I really love,” Peter replied with voice anew, but Genevieve interrupted and said, “I know, I love you too!” That Wednesday all heads were turned, for love was not a common subject, but the teacher yelled, ”All right, no more flirt dirt!” But Peter said, “To this, I object!” He said, “I love argyle,” Genevieve loved it too, she also loved Peter, so she said, “All rules, adieu!” They talked only of each other, it was their only thought. But sadly, they broke up, for one day they just fought. For innocent Genevieve had torn her sleeve, and most of her dress, in a big chaotic fest. She said, “Oh Peter, now I see!” ”See what?” Peter shrieked. She said with a grin, “Oh sorry, Peter friend,” “Sorry why?” Peter asked, “Well,” she said, “Argyle is no longer a trend!”

    • Rebekah Hoeft

      I enjoy how you used dialogue in your poem!

  • http://www.mainelywrite.blogspot.com Donna Smith

    Ok…Caught up for the time being on AtoZ poetry… So here’s mine

    Sardonic

    oh, the sound demonic
    an atmosphere tectonic
    of splitting particles ionic
    by planes supersonic
    setting up a great harmonic –
    sound barrier breaking, once iconic,
    hands over ears no longer chronic
    that histrionic
    obsolete with conic
    sonic ear mufflers
    Yet isn’t it ironic,
    slightly sardonic,
    how now those conic
    ear coverings convey hedonic
    soundwaves supersonic –
    a stereophonic electronic
    to a catatonic
    teen as an avionic tonic.

  • http://www.thinkkidthink.com/ Ed DeCaria

    Here we go …

  • Rebekah Hoeft

    WOW! Congrats, Buffy!

    • RJ Clarken

      Congratulations, Buffy! Well done! And congrats to Randi, too, for a funny, well-penned poem! You both did the contest and yourselves proud. And I’m glad I got to meet you through this fun, challenging competition! Yay!!!

      • Buffy Silverman

        Thanks, RJ!

    • Buffy Silverman

      Thank you, Rebekah!

  • Buffy Silverman

    Congratulations on writing six kid-pleasing poems, Randi!

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Thanks, Buffy! It was an amazing whirlwind!

  • http://www.thinkkidthink.com/ Ed DeCaria

    THAT. WAS. CLOSE. As usual, with so much on the line (or hardly anything, depending on how much you value temporary possession of a mangled trophy), the Public Vote got a little crazy there the last few hours. In the end, our friend Buffy Silverman came out on top, while our friend Randi Sonenshine at last joins every other authlete in tournament history by experiencing her first ever matchup loss. For those undoubtedly wondering what would have happened had Randi won the Public Vote and Buffy won the Authlete Vote, with the Classroom Vote tied, I’ll just go ahead and answer that right now: the tiebreaker would have narrowly gone to Buffy as well, 392-363.

    Despite it technically being a “sweep”, this was about as close as they come. Please join me in congratulating BOTH Buffy and Randi for an amazing final round, for each creating SIX amazing poems under pressure, and for embodying the spirit of the event throughout their respective runs at the championship.

    And of course, let’s offer a special CONGRATULATIONS!!!! to Buffy Silverman as she is now the March Madness Poetry 2015 Champion!!!

    • Randi Sonenshine

      Thanks, Ed!

    • Buffy Silverman

      Thanks Ed–and thank you for running a terrific month of madness again!

  • Janet F.

    Congratulations, Buffy. And also to you, Randi. Wonderful poems! It was a great year for kids and poetry at #MMPoetry this year. Thanks, Ed for all of your hard work, all the tweaking you have done over the years. I hope to see a published anthology of the best of MMPoetry some day. Not sure you can do it, but there are some gems here that deserve to have some longevity. I am impressed by so many of the contributions this year. I particularly love how Buffy has an effortless flow of rhyme and rhythm that teachers can use as models! As do so many of the other Authletes.

    • Buffy Silverman

      Thank you, Janet!

  • http://www.mainelywrite.blogspot.com Donna Smith

    That was an awesome round! Congratulations, both! Your gargoyles won lots of hearts, Buffy!

  • BJ Lee

    CONGRATULATIONS Buffy! and also to you, Randi! What a fine pair of poems. Another wonderful season of March Madness! Thank you to ALL the poets who participated!

  • Renee LaTulippe

    WAHOOOOO!!!!!!! Congratulations, Buffy! I’m so happy for you and your heartwarming gargoyle! And congrats to Randi as well for your great showing in the tournament. Huzzah!!

  • Lori Degman

    Congratulations, Buffy – it was an amazing poem! Same to you, Randi! You both deserved to be in the finals!!

    • Buffy Silverman

      Thanks, everyone, for your congratulations and for enjoying this fun ride with me!

    • Randi

      Thanks, Lori! I had a blast!

  • Dave Crawley

    Buffy, Congrats on getting your name added to the vaunted Thinkier trophy! Great run, Randi! In my mind, you are co-winners!

    • Randi

      Thank you, Dave!