You. Yes, You.

Dear Power Poetry,

You do not yet know me.

But to those who run this site,

I have a few words. If I might...

My name is Hunter,

It’s a pleasure!

And I’d like to speak to you

At your leisure.

I have immense admiration 

And respect for the written word.

But I'm sure that you hear that from everyone.

What sets me apart from the herd?

Creativity is what drives 

The art of poetry and prose.

Diction and imagery;

This stuff everybody knows.

Any good poet,

One that is certainly worth their name,

Knows that to conjure a line worthy of publication

Is no simply game.

Patience, focus,

Concentration and time,

Are virtues far more valuable 

Than any clever rhyme.

With every great verse 

There is meaning behind it.

An epic or tragedy to be found

By those who seek to find it.

But you know all of this,

All of you in Power Poetry.

Who does this kid think he is

To tell you how to compose a story?

Well, to be honest, I’ve been boasting 

My yet meager knowledge of verse.

I hope that with a good first impression,

That I may prove my worth.

To be frank, to be blunt,

In full and total candor,

To win your thousand dollar scholarship,

Is the point of this rhythmic banter.

I have dreams of going to college,

A future in LSU!

A degree in Anthropology!

But I need some help from you.

I don’t mean to beg

Nor do I ask for a full ride,

But paying my way through university 

Is like swimming against the tide.

Now one thousand dollars

Is quite a sum at the end of the day.

But aiding a child in his destiny

Would bring you great pleasure, wouldn’t you say?

The secrets of The Pyramids!

The origin of the Kiss!

A chance to be a part of these discoveries

Is not one to miss!

If you help me pay my tuition,

I will owe it all to you

When I’m discovering El Dorado,

And unveiling pharaohs’ tombs.

So I hope you consider me

When you grant the money to those

Who have caught your attention with rhyme,

Rythm, wit, and prose.

I pray that you grant me the medal!

Sincerely, Hunter Metzel.