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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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 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

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On the road to Damascus

I was on the road to Damascus
When suddenly I was struck
No. It wasn’t a Damascene moment
Just big red up truck

Saboteur On Neo

Saboteur On Neo

Deceived

You Honour me more than I Deserve

Thanks,
Follow my style,
If it can please you
And
Shake up this world,
Of lonely followers...

Time moves on,
So should we too,
And
Take to the Eagles wings

Albeit,
We don't know
What all Eagles can achieve.
I do hope,
Others will follow soon.

a labor of love watched by generations

I am not amused
said she
of the eternal sea
raging clouds
and churning brine

sand bags will not hold her back
said he
of the angry swell
looming
larger than time

torrents came
and babies wailed
oceans denied their pleasure,

rainbows appeared soon after,
and the land was calm,
soaking up her sun, his treasure

soon the moon and stars fell fast asleep
dreaming dreams of a good earth, dreaming of tales
and a siren's song: "If you love, love openly."

BLACK WIDOW

BLACK WIDOW

[ Jacksonville, Florida 1952]

I remember you in waves of black silk
floating lazily in a summer breeze
grace in slow motion
swaying ecstasy
across the grass
shalimar lingering in the air
as you passed
wide brimmed widow’s hat
pulled down to your eyes
raven night
hidden dark
diamonds sparkling rainbows
in sunlight
ruby lips smiling at whisperis and lies:
the widow's kiss
icy cold.
the passion of many men
a friend to a lonely boy
of ten

RISING FROM A FALL

On slippery ground
I fell flat
Into muddy water
Soaked and drained
A cold wind blew
I shivered
Goose pimples
Covered my skin

Waking from slumber
The irony hit me, instead
It was a bush fire flickering
Fiery, flaming high
My clothes, untouched
The heat burnt my flesh
Eating deep into my mind

TRINKET

"your love is a gadget"
you place your ear against
my shirt
the pearl accents
(button down)

Long ago you stole
treasure you said
Sable and wealth
your plan inked
upon the cool creed
of your satin flesh

there was a treasure
map scrolled upon
your body
and you dared me to
find the "X"

"Its invisible" you whispered
taunting me to skills
that only true dead reckoning
could fathom

A Great White Elephant Stampedes

I awoke to the dust of memories
The stank of sex and cheap body spray
The taste of alcohol and sweat
Sunlight gleaming through separated blinds
The pounding of my heart in my head
The subtle movements that feigned romanticism
Like a record at its end, still spinning and clicking over and over
I heard wind, and leaves rustle about

AND PITY, PITY

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AND PITY, PITY

© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala

 

I don’t need your fucking pity:

Haven't yet lost all my pride-

I don’t need your damned charity:

All I ever asked for was your time.

 

If my loving you makes you think you're stronger,

And has caused me to drop some, in your sight-

If you think you can keep me hanging on indefinitely longer-

Baby, you just haven't earned that right.

 

A Killer Workshop...

The shadows in the dim lit alley
gave comfort to his mind
Killer stood with his knife at the ready
waiting for just the right kind

Eyes blinked in the gathering darkness
street cats, rats and mice
He was thinking about his stomach
a lean bad guy would be nice

Killer heard footsteps a'padding
a woman by the sound
There were others right behind her
but she didn't turn around

She was intent on looking for
the child she saw today
She knew the girl was hiding
in the darkened alleyway

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