One hundred poems came in on one day! Christy Russo says there’s still time to participate in the 2019 Poetry Without Paper contest at Sawyer Free Public Library

Gloucester Lyceum & Sawyer Free Public Library Poetry Without Paper Contest 2019 find out more here

deadline April 30, 2019

Fun fact: Christy Russo, Director of Childrens Services at the library, said that new Teen Librarian Haley created the word cloud for this year’s flyer from winning poems submitted in 2018.


My Ode To Gloucester From Tom Walsh

The water laps upon the shore
And then again recedes
As it shall forevermore
This sea, this sea, this sea
Whose swells have daunted daring men
Whose salt made widows tears
Whose bounty blessed, time and again
Whose force we all should fear
Whose fury pounds our precious land
Whose beauty begets verse
Whose power turns our stones to sand
Reminding us what’s first
Reminding us that none escape
Mother Natures laws
That Father Time is never late
His watch, it has no flaws
And all that comes will one day go
To come right back again
It’s there for all to see, to know
That nothing ever ends
The water laps upon the shore
Then once more starts to flee
The tides that turn, forevermore
Reminding you and me
Some things may inspire, implore
Our spirits to live free
But none quite like the awesome shore
This sea, this sea, this sea


Peter Thomsen Back Shore Poem

Peter writes-

The Backshore is huge part of my life. I’ve grown up on the rocks and my personal ideology is formed from it. Here I tired to put words to my connection with it. Hope you like it!

Come Find Me There Sometime and We’ll Share Freedom

By Brunner T

I’ve seen beaches collect atop the rocks,

I’ve seen them be ripped away.

I’ve seen placid, clear water;

Green glass resting on the seaweed.

I’ve seen the essence of rage:

Walls of blue-gray fury


Themselves to foamy fragments

On intransient boulders.

I’ve seen every tide, mood, and time

Of the Backshore.

My shins are bruised,

My skin has torn,

I’ve felt weathered rock

Bite my lip.

The line of horizon

Belittles me,

Life feels a lifetime too short.

The road above is busy

But I assure you the air is clean.

My dog files his nails here,

But I simply breath.

Karen Pischke Poem

Hello Joey.

Yesterday’s storm inspired this poem that I ‘awoke with’ today.

As they say- ‘any port in a storm!’ And I am happy our port is Gloucester.

Peace,     Karen

Snow swirling, twirling to the ground,
falling gently, without sound.
Single flakes lying one on top another,
Softly blanketing the ground they smother.
Snow falling through the night,
color turns to shades of grey and white.
As life is slowed and empty fills the streets,
I enjoy the quiet and the peace.
The cardinal calls with its familiar tune,
bright red against the white snow dune.
Birds and squirrels seeking refuge,
able to go where we refuse to.
Hunkering together, staying warm,
safe and protected in the storm.
The storm bringing neighbors together,
masks removed in stormy weather.
Seeking refuge in humanity,
temporarily fleeing the insanity,
of a world gone crazy,
its peace mission seeming hazy.
But suddenly the storm may end,
with strangers fast becoming friends,
having survived the storms together,
resilient in the midst of harsh weather.
Birds singing once again with delight,
as against a brilliant blue sky they take flight.
Hope and Sun shine anew, reflecting on the fallen snow,
And in this moment, Peace may be all we know.
~ Karen Pischke 02/02/2011
Gloucester, MA