October 7 2002 Poets Corner Over The Edge Page 16 Poet’s Corner Drop off your poetry and we’ll put it in. The Ultimate Writing Championship Part 1: Would you like $20 cash? Well, if you can write the next part of this story (75-150 words), you will be eligible to win. One person from all of those who get published will, on December the 2nd, be given a $20 prize for the best section, and recognition for this prize in Over The Edge. Judgment will be based upon content, creativity, and how well the writer had made the transition from the earlier sec- tion into their own. The prize and the introductory section have been provided by the General Arts Interest Association (GAIA), which is a newly formed UNBC club interested in promoting visual art, music, drama, and English literature. Please send your submissions or questions regarding this contest or the GAIA to dagamble @telus.net. The sun was melting the scenery as | plunged into the lake. No one could be seen in the distance; a human noise could not be detected. Only the busy woodpeckers and explorative squirrels could be seen or heard. Shall | call it paradise? High glacial mountains surrounded my lake, keeping it far cooler than the lakes nearer the city, nearer the beaches filled with sun tanners and water skiers, and the multitudes of diverse music blasting from the small CD players dotting the beach. A light wind began to press against my face as | rose from the crystal water. Then | saw the dust in the horizon, as cars like busy ants could be seen crawling down the bumpy, debris filled logging road. | lay on my back in the water hoping that when | turn over lill see these vehicles turning back, or taking another logging road to some other destina- tion, or realizing my vision was only a mirageO Deadline for submission is October 13, 2002 at 5:00 pm People should get into at least one minor accident in their lives, just so that they can understand that it could have been worse.. ak Why do the media believe that if they push their cameras into the faces of the families of the “poor accident victim” or the “convicted felon” that we’ll watch them more? | know | turn the news off when that happens... if | ever watched the news... if | had a T.V. kkk Pokemon. Doesn’t it just send a chill down your spine? nae Note to Self: When making E in my garage, a touch of this and a touch of that never works. Friends are there to tell you the good news when you’re down and the bad news when you’re feeling better. nae God bless the children, because | know | won't. * eke | consider pedestrians that fall down drunk in the middle of the street fair game, so if you ever see a large truck with an angry fat man in the drivers’ seat and you’re drunk, don’t fall down. I’m not kid- ding. | will run you over. eee If | am ever driving and you have to absolute gall to flip me the bird, just leave town and never come back, because if | ever meet you outside your vehicle I’ll break your finger off and email it to your ass. kkk Insanity; it’s never having to say you’re guilty. ke Common sense isn’t So common. kkk | know a guy who’s learning two different languages. I’m having a hard enough time with the one | was born with. eek Religion is a belief that somewhere there is someone that will clean up your messes after you die. The Christian Maid Service, God speaking... kk When I’m at the till and you groan and start tapping your foot, believe me when | say | don’t go any faster. In fact | go slower, just to piss you of. kkk When did Britney Spears stop singing and just start moaning? Wait a second...she never sang... ‘ khk If you ever need anything fixed, ask a pothead. Of all the mechanics and engineers in the world, pot- heads are the only ones that can make a pipe out of tinfoil. To My Friend By: Nathan Sutherland | lost my friend, before | came to UNBC. She was a good friend, the best ever for me. When she came into my life my father took her in hand introduced her to us all. We accepted her, it was grand. But now she’s gone Taking a bit of me with her It was not sudden, but a siow death by Cancer. | still remember the day | found out. From then on life wasn’t so wonderful She didn’t complain, cry or lash out, She didn’t whine or get regretful. She just slept more often in the sun, or lay there watching me with her dark brown eyes. | tried to entertain her, get her to have some fun, She just smiled and leaned on me, full of whispery sighs. On that last night | rested with her being constant and friendly comfort. She fell asleep, and | watched her She looked so small it broke my heart. When | awoke, she was gone. Gone to the place for people like her, those that fight the battles but are unable to go on. She didn’t say goodbye, and | couldn't face her. My sister said when she was brought in The doctor wore a ribbon and a frown. He took her gently and led her in To her room and lay her down. When death came, it was quite quick A struggle and a gasp for air. No life in the bones like sticks, Head turned to the sun, a vacant stare. Somedays | think | let her down Not going with her, | was weak. Now | write this poem down Her forgiveness all that | seek | want you to know | had lost a friend | wonder why it had to be her that had to face an untimely end. Please help us find a cure. To My friend, | miss you | love you Always And forever.