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April 2024 Contest Winners

Congratulations to our April 2024 contest winners!

Spring Fling  was won by Carrie with the poem Spring Fling

04/24 I Was An April Fool was won by Geezer with the poem Fooled Again...

04/24 Waiting In Line was won by  Mary Beth Magee  with the poem The Last Time

04/24 Are We There Yet?  Was won by Rula with the poem We're Almost There For It

04/24 My Favorite Cookie was won by Leslie with the poem After school treat!

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Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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In My Blood

Another rejection
Another hope lost
Makes you wonder
If it's worth the cost

A long, long wait
And still no word
Just me sitting
In my beat up Ford

And then it's there
A new, fiery hope
But then it's crushed
And makes me choke

I want to give up
I want to call it quits
I want to stop trying
More than I'll admit

But I know I won't
I'll just keep fighting
Because if I go down
I'll go down trying

The Glamour Fell On Him

Love who were you
To this fallen tomb
Only I that without grave
May ask you
Was there some battle
To which you were a spirit
That you lay deathless
Without ease
Who was your tormentor
Who invokes the rivers rage
The heavens vengeful thundering
The earths restlessness
The beasts pity

A Beautiful Place

Chiming bells toll of the purest love so rings
This simple gift then given, stands the humble and courageous apart
Deny of the pain empty sorrow may bring.
Enrich the lives of others, to a path they too can chart.

Rest easy in the nights escape hear the angels gather and sing
To put right the days recompense, a legacy all blessed souls can start
Then finding our queue preserved eternally and at peace
'neath the feet of our god, then on to our heavenly mark

State of grace

I am indigent,
but I know my own place.
I know how to lie
and how to give good face.
My independence is shattered,
but I'm still in the race.
I'll find my way out,
leaving little or no trace.
The people who surround me
have granted a place.
To learn and to grow,
my steps to retrace.
To regain a cerrtain
state of grace!

“Stars make everything”

Stars make everything, do they not?
As they never die, they forever live to
create cusps in time with their glitter-
exploding silently, just for a moment’s sake.
From staring contests to unseen phenomena,
the stars shoot through flesh
to bring forth frisson, and whatever else
has been missing.
Together, galaxies intersect internally
and become a wondrous monogamy
through one, sudden burst-
Stars do make everything.

HAIL TO THE COWBOYS

The prairie grass sways in rhythm
As the cowboy starts another day,
Sun's first rays light the morning
While the horses start to bray.

Coffee and biscuits on the campfire
Those pancakes piled inches high,
Cookie yells "come and get 'er"
Who says cowboys cannot fly?

Worn jeans and shirts with patches
Hats to shade their weathered face,
Dusty boots with spurs that jingle
Chaps adorned with rawhide lace.

Not Carved In Stone

Cold bleak winter rain has fallen
On your velvet hair and skin;
Once a masterpiece in color,
Now washed clean and white again.

Visions paint a flower of beauty
From your love grown through the years;
Now within my storm of silence,
Petals shake from all my tears.

Through the pain I see a rainbow
Where you’ve found the pot of gold;
From your non-regretful outlook,
And your selfless servant mold.

The Mirror

I sit down and realize I'm getting lost in a mirror.I guess I'm the mirror myself.

You talk to me and I answer to you. You don't remember me and I forget about your whole existence.

Everything becomes, easily, blurry memories. I'm afraid I'm a burden to those around me. But, at the same time the whole world is a burden to me. I don't know what to believe anymore.

Even my thoughts seem to be given instructions. I want to touch you, but I'm afraid I'll become a mirror again. That you will realize that too And you will be afraid of your own reflection.

Acceptance can't write your obituary

Locked in the basement

There’s a dying bird in the basement-
Yet I’m far too tired to go down and chase it.
This corvid has followed me since I was a child,
I admit that I fed it, unaware that it was wild.
Like a thick black blanket — all of these crows
They stood like Gargoyles, over my childhood home.

seeping devotion

Love love love
All my problems spawn from it
My troubles, pains and fears
Love is the denominator
To love a dominator
Is to weep without tears
“You do it to yourself”
Blah blah.. shudder
A fleeting glance
A playful smirk
And my heart begins to flutter
All it takes is to pave the cracks
The fracture thats been there all my life
In my core, pumping out poisoned blood
Blood I can’t let with a knife
Why choose to love still?
You ask
Why should I try?
Because love is who I am

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