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National
Grand Prize Winner
Reading Is
Fundamental's "I Love My Pet" 2005
Writing Contest for Kids
GOLDEN by
Malia Brooks, Grade 2
First
Place Winner
KE AO NEI Poetry
Contest 2005 sponsored by the Honolulu Star
Bulletin
WAKEA, FATHER SKY PAPA, MOTHER EARTH
by Brashton Satele, Grade 12
The Little
Philosophers International Peace Prize 2005
THE
FLUTTERING OF BUTTERFLIES OF PEACE AND ALOHA
by Mariko Lau, Grade 3
10th Annual
Christian Science Monitor Youth Poetry Contest
2005
A BRIGHT SKY by Kamri
Oguma, Grade 6
Foyle Young Poets
of the Year 2005
Of over 5,000 entries worldwide, four
Na`au students were selected by the Poetry
Society of the U.K.
A CALLING FROM THE
DIRECTOR by
Mie Omori, Grade 11
Skipping Stones: An
Award-Winning Multicultural Magazine, Spring '06
NOVEMBER 27,
1995 by Erin
Ichinotsubo, Grade 4
Highlights Magazine
Spring 2006
MARCUS'S BODY by Marcus Maunakea,
Grade 1
Skipping Stones
2006 Youth Honor Awards: My Country,
Culture, and Community
ANCESTRY by
Courtney Lelepali, Grade 9
Star Poets 2008
IN MICRONESIA by
Resy Kony,
Grade 7 |
National
Grand Prize Winner
Reading
Is Fundamental's "I Love My Pet" 2005
Writing Contest for Kids
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GOLDEN,
by Malia Brooks, Grade 2
Thanks, Reno,
the kind golden retriever.
Not because you kiss me
all the time when I come home.
Or because you walk with me
to the heiau by our old house.
Or because you're cuddly
as we watch TV together
on the sun room rug.
Thanks because you are my friend
'cause I don't have any brothers or sisters
and you keep me company
especially when it's rainy and cold outside.
Thanks, Shana,
the soft golden retriever.
Not because you follow me and Digger
down the driveway all the time.
Or because I like playing catch
with you with the tennis ball
on the lawn by the heliconia plants.
Or because we love to play
hide and go seek and tag together.
Thanks because you still love me
even if I get mad at you
when you don't listen to me
when I tell you to sit or move away
when you squish me.
Thank you, Reno and Shana,
because you are golden to me.
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First
Place Winner
KE
AO NEI Poetry Contest 2005 sponsored by the
Honolulu Star Bulletin
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WAKEA, FATHER SKY PAPA, MOTHER EARTH
by Brashton Satele, Grade 12
"Ka la i ka
Mauliola."
The sun is the source of life."
Olelo Noeau
--Mary Kawena Pukui
your jeweled sun
flickers above,
your pale moon
hides behind clouds,
our calm rain
whispers in the valleys,
your quiet oceans
kiss the shores,
your fruitful islands
provide sustenance to all,
your indigenous
plants prosper
for the guardians
of Father Sky and Mother Earth.
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The
Little Philosophers International Peace Prize
2005
THE
FLUTTERING OF BUTTERFLIES OF PEACE AND ALOHA
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by Mariko Lau, Grade 3
Peace is the silence
of the midnight,
the rainbow
of laughter.
Peace is the light
of shimmering stars,
the dream
of silky jewels.
Peace is the music
of children singing,
songs of dreaming babies.
Peace is the oceans
of the earth,
the voice
of the mountains.
Peace is the heart
of all the continents,
the echo
of all countries.
Aloha is the kind people
of the world's cities,
the light of the sun.
Aloha is the breeze
of the misty winds,
the diamonds
of the silky distance.
Aloha is the fragrance
of lavender flowers,
the song of the seas.
Aloha is the kingdom
of my dreams,
the night of hissing clouds.
Aloha is the fluttering
of butterflies,
the blooming of all flowers.
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10th
Annual Christian Science Monitor Youth Poetry
Contest 2005
A BRIGHT SKY |
by Kamri Oguma, Grade 6
Today, I’m a sea
spreading along Waikiki Beach,
tomorrow, a bright sky
inspiring children to play
outside Geiger Park.
Once I dreamt of smooth clouds
swirling through the damp air
over Nu`uanu Valley.
Today, I’m a garden
of beautiful music inspiring children,
tomorrow, a gentle ocean of watercolors
sprinkling over Kailua.
Yesterday, a vast sea of diamonds
blending on the shores of Waimanalo.
Tomorrow, I’ll be an `io
flowing in the hazy air.
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FOYLE
YOUNG POETS OF THE YEAR 2005
Of over 5,000 entries worldwide, four
Na`au students were selected by the Poetry
Society of the U.K.
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A CALLING FROM THE DIRECTOR, by
Mie Omori, Grade 11
I chose them
over the boy with the dirty glasses
and the lip-gloss-breathing girl.
They will spin a contorted
picture of what I have in mind.
I'll run them through dramatic exercises
until their faces spin from peering
lustily at each other;
anything to create a vivid tension on screen.
My work is always done
behind the camera
finished
from letting them
improvise,
always freaking out
about the children's labor law
and if there is any film
in my camera.
Oh wait.
This is all digital.
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Skipping
Stones: An Award-Winning Multicultural Magazine,
Spring '06
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NOVEMBER 27, 1995, by Erin
Ichinotsubo, Grade 4
When I was born,
delicate stones whistled
like the wind
outside the house.
Then it was like
misty sunlight sprinkled
the air with silky dust.
And when I came
into the world,
I saw tender shadows
promising me
to have a wonderful life.
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Highlights
Magazine
Spring 2006
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MARCUS'S BODY, by Marcus
Maunakea, Grade 1
Hair blooming like
wonderful flowers.
Eyebrows flying
up my forehead.
Nose breathing in
the smell of pizza.
Teeth grinning
and shiny.
Hands gliding
in the waters
all on Marcus's body.
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Skipping
Stones 2006 Youth Honor Awards:
My Country,
Culture, and Community |
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ANCESTRY, by Courtney
Lelepali, Grade 9
The night marchers come.
I see them.
My ancestors, native Hawaiians,
who jump from cliff to cliff.
I smell the human flesh.
I will fall to the ground
and cover my face.
By the light of the moon,
the blood of history flows down.
By the light of their torches,
their footsteps
start to creep towards me
and I see their shadowy faces,
like birds on my window,
and I see their huge bodies,
their muscles flexing.
They start to come towards me,
their faces angry.
They pass by me
as I close my solemn eyes.
As long as I'm not heard they will pass.
As long as I am quiet
they will keep moving on.
By the light of the moon,
they will keep their path.
By the light of the shadows on my wall
they'll move with the wind.
Till the light of morning opens
inside the room, the night marchers
will be my ancestral shadows.
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Read Magazine's 2006 Ann Arlys Bowler Poetry
Contest Winner
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HOW PIGLETS SHOULD DIE, by
Mie Omori, Grade 11
Not like buildings
flicked down
by animated Japanese monsters,
nor like diaries read
without permission
burned in a hotel fireplace.
Piglets should not die like magazines
with expired interest
shredded and recycled
in mouths
of hypoallergenic bins,
nor like the music unappreciated by masses,
commercial work smeared
with trademarked apathy,
not in porky huddles whirred
into pinkish Lunchables
squeezed into
resigned prepubescent throats,
please no, but like
complete piggy fairies,
salting vegetarian meals,
with their curly wings
enraptured
with jaded heavenly thoughts
and suddenly piglets yawn to the gods,
peaceful and weary.
They've earned
their right to cry.
And slowly lift
their plump heads.
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National
Grand Prize Winner
Reading
Is Fundamental's "I Love My Pet" 2005
Writing Contest for Kids
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GOLDEN,
by Malia Brooks, Grade 2
Thanks, Reno,
the kind golden retriever.
Not because you kiss me
all the time when I come home.
Or because you walk with me
to the heiau by our old house.
Or because you're cuddly
as we watch TV together
on the sun room rug.
Thanks because you are my friend
'cause I don't have any brothers or sisters
and you keep me company
especially when it's rainy and cold outside.
Thanks, Shana,
the soft golden retriever.
Not because you follow me and Digger
down the driveway all the time.
Or because I like playing catch
with you with the tennis ball
on the lawn by the heliconia plants.
Or because we love to play
hide and go seek and tag together.
Thanks because you still love me
even if I get mad at you
when you don't listen to me
when I tell you to sit or move away
when you squish me.
Thank you, Reno and Shana,
because you are golden to me.
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