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Reading poetry; writing poetry; listening to poetry; learning about poets; if these are the things you enjoy, come join us.

We meet the second Saturday of each month at the Sunset United Methodist Church in Pasadena, Texas.

 

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Mission: Our purpose is to share an appreciation of poetry through the reading and writing of poems of all types. Our programs review the lives and works of poets of the world, present and past. We encourage our members who enjoy writing, by reading their poetry and discussing poetic techniques. We also encourage those who don’t write poetry, to just come and enjoy listening and reading. We encourage the writing of poetry in the public schools through contests and other means.
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       Billie Preston’s prize winning poem from the

        Poetry Society of Texas, July Conference

 

The Poetry Contest

 

Aunt Alice always said I was poetic

And I put great stock in whatever Aunt Alice said

So I painfully began my life as a poet____

Actually in the cellar where my mother always took us

Because of her paranoia of storms and coincidentally

The discarded backless literature book lay encellared.

 

It was there I dissected the poems of the masters

Substituting my own words interspersed at irregular intervals.

It plagued Mrs Matthews to see my entry of

Such a rendition in the Freshman Class Poetry Contest

Her red-inked comment: “modified from other originals”

Flashed out at me like neon lights - signaling second-rate.

Willa Hinds won– Who cares, anyway?

So I spilled soda pop all over her paper.

 

Being justly vindicated, I deserted the art of poetry

Until later in my life, only to reappear

In the State Poetry Society of Texas Yearbook Contest

I practiced diligently, submitting to magazine contests___

Using entries from last year’s winners of the PST Yearbook contest

Freely interspersing my own words at irregular intervals.

The many rejection slips left me somewhat rejected

And I spilled coffee all over Fannie Mae Doogle’s first place poem.

 

Resilient, I secretly submitted to a rather unusual contest

Sponsored by a state congressman, trying a one-time poetic fling

Ultimately, I was both ecstatic and gratified to read:

Congratulations,  you have been awarded Honorable Mention

In our contest for: “The Most Plagiarized Poem”.

©2008 Billie Preston