3rd Annual SymmyS Nominees

Short Palindromes Category

A. No Regrets, by Peter Sabra

"Sex-ed a hoot, eh?" (She, too, had exes.)

B. Cat Detective At the Crime Scene, by Jon Agee

Woe. Medic! I'm O'Hara, homicide. Meow.

C. Chorus, by Martin Clear

One Dane restarts a vast rat serenade, no?

D. Inflammable? by Martin Clear

Set in gin, a potato pan ignites.

E. It was self defense! by Peter Sabra

Did Mike kill Ian's snail like Kim did?

F. Good to Know, by Anne Tenna

"No, I tan" is sass at a deli. A few ewe failed at assassination.

G. To An Overly Picky Best Friend, by Jon Agee

Go date gross Al Blass – or get a dog!

H. A River Runs Through It (the giant spider), by Jon Agee

Beware, kayaker. A web!

I. Harem Queen, by Anne Tenna

Hot Sultan, I win! I win at lust. Oh!

J. Sunday School Puzzle, by Peter Sabra

Dog I made.
Man I named.
Am I God?

Long Palindrome Category

A. Igor Stravinsky walks into a Colorado bar after a rough night, by Lori Wike

"A hobo!"
"Help, Madame."
"Tiramisu, pot, Corona or grog, Igor?"
"Groan!"
"Or octopus?"
"I'm a Rite-mad, ample hobo, ha!"

B. Cozy Meal, by Martin Clear

'Til a virtuoso cat snores in a warm lap and a lasagna fed it, I defang a salad: napalm, raw anise, Ron's tacos outrival it.

C. Curious, by Carl Guy LaFortune

Aidan? Oh, can sex incite Opera's pagandom, ziggurat cares set aside? Flo, was God agnostic at all, a siren trap? Eve, partner, is all a tacit song? A dog's a wolf? Ed, is a tesseract a rug gizmo? DNA gaps are poetic nixes? Nacho, Nadia?

D. Refuting the Emu, by Anne Tenna

Golden radium-enamel bong in a deli? A few emus said "I assume we failed an ignoble man." Emu, I darned log!


E. If palindromists ran Washington... (2 palindromes), by Peter Sabra

"Mad!... daycare till illiteracy, Addam??"
"No, Oswald. Daycare till *literacy*! Add law soon!"

F. Santa seeks the Lord of the Rings, by Lori Wike

Cross a pyre? Cross sad abyss? Ask, sir! Beg Rudolph! Plod? Urge brisk, sassy, badass sorcery: pass Orc!

G. From the Diaries of Salvador Dalí, by Lori Wike

No sleepy ado today! Raw, nude, I lit insane pyre, vegans!
Did diary sonnet (torrid!) annoy Arcadian Madonna or genie?
Doctors: no! Meds trap Miró--drat! Bedlam's idyl? Drat!
Sad mood: (cite opera's loops).
Secret subduer foe: divide, rip mustache!
Dorm in diary: a mini dorm intifada? Nada!
Dada dots? Don't sit, radar gal!
Cut eye: cinema dare, poet!
On door: "Beware Macaroni!" (Much ado, gym rats).
No reels used, I video, hot! Wore dud tie.
Café tale rates no spool nor tape.
Facade wows elite Mandela virtuosi, no?
Dare we swarm lift? Oh!
Sign? A sign assumes dogma or--no! Sibyl-drawn, I see, pursue.
Won ace kudos, so I begat rap operas.
Go jog, rest, ice: rare pox is no sin.
O Dalí! Artist acne? Most are liver spots in name.
Let Taco Tom emit tutti motet coda? (His parrot can!)
A fine pose, yes? Oh, cannoli venom must now star.
My gosh, sure we film rot--so to storm life!
We rush so gym rats won't summon evil on nachos!
Eyes open if an actor raps.
I had octet omit tutti.
Memo to cat: Telemann is tops, revile rat's omen, cats!
I trail Adonis on six opera recits. Ergo, jogs are Pop Art.
Age bios so Duke can owe us rupees.
Inwardly, bison roam, God's emus sang, I sang!
I shot film raw!
Sewer Adonis out-rivaled name.
Tiles wowed a café patron.
Loops on set are late! Face it, dude, row to hoe divides us. Leer on star? My god!
Ah, cumin or a camera? We brood.
Note: opera dame? Nice, yet UCLA grad.
Artist nods to Dada: dada nada!
Fit Nimrod in? I may raid Nimrod! (Eh, cats umpired).
I video Freud, buster!
Cesspools are poetic doom: dastardly, dismal debt!
Ardor imparts demons? Rot!
Codeine groan: no damn aid.
A crayon nadir: rotten, nosy raid did snag every pen!
A snit! I lied, unwary.
Ado, today, peels on!

H. Christmastime writer's block, by Carl Guy LaFortune

Tides turn. Mad! ONE Noel ode sold. Inept, now I sup on an aperitif. If I tire, pan an opus I won't pen! I'd lose. Do, Leone, no damn rut's edit!

I. Mayhem (and shoplifting!) with the night stockers, by Carl Guy LaFortune

Stock cans! No, Eileen? I articulate, "faster, germs!" I lob, ate my manna. Do not rack lime cider. O Val, fall in! A vanilla-flavored ice milk carton OD, Anna?? My metabolism regrets a feta, Luc.... I, trainee, lie on snack cots.

J. Lieutenant’s Report, by John Connett

"O see, Sir - I see Pierre - I preen, Sir. I sneer. Pierre, I pee, Sir."
"I see. So?"

Poetry Category

A. End of Life, by Carl Guy LaFortune

O! Let agony go, Lot! No regrets, America, in "Amen." As a sane maniac, I remaster gerontology. No gate; lo!

B. Spider poem (2 palindromes), by Peter Sabra

Tipsy dipsy spidy spit.
Till lips I lap, a lisp ill-lit.

C. Narcissus and Echo, Re-told, by Lori Wike

Evil Ode: Moody, revered, nude, Narcissus's 'I' craned…. Echo! Oh, cede Roman, enamored Echo! Oh, cede Narcissus's 'I', craned under every doomed olive!

D. An End to Flight, by Steven Fraser

Sexy lacy moths arc, crash to my calyxes.

E. Palimerick #4, by Lori Wike

Maria, I kayak on Spam
Pacer, am I on Pan-Am?
Gin enigma nap?
No, I'm a recap!
Maps? No, Kay, a Kia I ram!

F. The Bedtime Prayer of the Narcissist, by Martin Clear

Do not emit a wonder: it maims.
A gross elicits it, rare voodoo god.
Do good, O over-artistic I: less orgasm.
I am tired now - a time to nod.

G. Even or Odd? by John Connett

I saw sad Don -
Ah -
Ten even, Eve?
Lee?
Eleven even, Ethan?
Odd, as was I.

H. Bovine Ode, by John Connett

"Live on, O Doom," I moo. "Do no evil!"

I. News Update, by Anne Tenna

Anne is.
Boris peels.
We Japanese nap.
A Jew sleeps.
I rob Sienna.

Nasty Palindromes Category

A. A Memento, by Martin Clear

Smegma off fit son's red robe borders no stiff foam gems.

B. Ready To Go, by John Connett

Tino: "'Tis not limp, Milton. Sit on it."

C. Practical Threesome, by Jon Agee

Mr. Alan ate Stan's ass as Nat set an alarm.

D. Heavy Metal, by Martin Clear

Now I saw one metal legal fetish self-aimed (a caning is a taste). Pets at a sign-in academia flesh site flagellate me now as I won.

E. Paternity Suit Victory, by Jon Agee

Mr. Epson! Eva! Hi! I have no sperm!

F. Erectile Dysfunction, by Martin Clear

Drowsy men, I'm axed: examine my sword!

G. Orderly, by John Connett

Ev, organise butt-tubes in a grove.

H. Clearly Not the Promised Land, by John Connett

Stare, Moses, in a fog - a bare dick, limp - it is ass I kiss as I tip milk, cider, a bag of anise, some rats.

I. Drugs, by John Connett

Zeus was in a can. I sniff up puffins in a can; I saw Suez.

J. Good News, by John Connett

O, give it a pull -
It's stiff!
It's stiff!
It's still up!
A tie, Vigo.

Word Unit Palindrome Category

A. Hercules's Girlfriend vs. Hercules's Wife, by Lori Wike

"Hell to go through? You are Hercules, you will persevere, oh hero, mighty and brave!"
"A brave and mighty hero, oh? Persevere, will you, Hercules? Are you through? Go to hell!"

B. Despair, by Martin Clear

Gentlemen, despair not: is there no justice? ... No, there is not. Despair, gentlemen!

C. Danger, by Martin Clear

"There is danger in places unknown," the victim reported, "One is there, then 'so long' ... so then there is one reported victim the unknown places in danger, is there?"

Honorable Mention

HM. Cat Detective at the Crime Scene, by Jon Agee (short)

Woe. Medic! I'm O'Hara, homicide. Meow.

HM. Harem Queen, by Anne Tenna (short)

Hot Sultan, I win! I win at lust. Oh!

HM. Igor Stravinsky walks into a Colorado bar after a rough night, by Lori Wike (long)

"A hobo!"
"Help, Madame."
"Tiramisu, pot, Corona or grog, Igor?"
"Groan!"
"Or octopus?"
"I'm a Rite-mad, ample hobo, ha!"

HM. An End to Flight by Steven Fraser (poetry)

Sexy lacy moths arc, crash to my calyxes.

HM. Bovine Ode, by John Connett (poetry)

"Live on, O Doom," I moo. "Do no evil!"

HM. Paternity Suit Victory, by Don Cagey (nasty)

Mr. Epson! Eva! Hi! I have no sperm!

HM. Erectile Dysfunction, by Martin Clear (nasty)

Drowsy men, I'm axed: examine my sword!

HM. Clearly Not the Promised Land, by John Connett (nasty)

Stare, Moses, in a fog - a bare dick, limp - it is ass I kiss as I tip milk, cider, a bag of anise, some rats.