Below is one of the contest entries.
Red moon rising (over the East River) The plaintiff moon, that crystal-clear night Was a vibrant vermillion Tinged with cardinal, tinctured with scarlet ... crimson ... Sidling up to timid Mars Abruptly ascending in the height of its fullness, The moon rose above the neon Pepsi sign Slowly turning orange-gold, then pure white Till sadly fading beneath the horizon In silhouette, the marbled Headquarters, still standing proud Though so gutted, A hurricane could pass unnoticed through its chambers. In its heyday, its windows were a thousand points of light In the dark Light-infused meditation cell merged with mahogany-panelled war room Frank incense blending with spent cigar smoke And out of the ashes, the Phoenix rising again For we have a capital master plan: our world in restauro waits Meanwhile, at noon, croquet is being played on the North Lawn. This game's for real; the stakes are high The hopeful spring is turning into an autumn of discontent "We are Observers, not spectators!" The holy sea and the holy land seek uncommon high ground: Peace and justice/justice and peace Governments, it seems, are more adept at creating wars Than sustaining development. We have enough bullets; where's the butter? That will soften human hearts 12 September '11: a glorious sun rises over the East River, Turning the blank sky orange, magenta, gold The grey river awakens, devouring the sun's rays Its ripples like hungry fish Or it's breakfast at Tiffany's: a banquet of diamonds To feast upon The groaning cobalt river has its fill, is satisfied And acts like it knows something. Shall we, abundantly receptive as the river, Accept life's flow of understanding now? Along the esplanade, facing the dimmed Pepsi Cola sign A dove and a thousand cranes wait to carry our words, letter by letter, Through the rainbow To a new covenant, a new era
— Eileen Maguire
All Poems Submitted to the Contest