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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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Normality

I thought to write a thing of importance,
share a Zen moment, a euphoric epiphany,
but anger is too close, hating my own
differences ... so I seethe.

Right to the Heart ...

between a breathe of reason,
balanced on the edge of time
I am released from your torment
so gathers a guard of honour

straight jacket in hand I wander
back and forth, wondering why forgiveness
once a given is now resolute to change mid game
falling on all and landing on none

the men in black are back on the cusp
of darkness, rolling back the hands I breathe
must I lose a love before reverence overlays my life
now death is the beginning ? life the prologue

Never blame your own lack of love

If you must find a reason to hate, form it into a huge red ball,
make it glow with the dust of Hades, and heave it from
your guts, vomit your insecurities, and remember all the
insincerities that have been handed you on a silver platter,
bloody with your own precious head...

Blame someone, anyone....you know you can...

Oria

Given the choice
I'd actually prefer to do what's right,
but that's not afforded to everyone.

Some must do what they have to do
despite the repercussions,
and the embarrassment of egos.

Then, there are some whom do whatever
strikes their "fancy", at any given moment;
as is the case of my dark-eyed, beauty rare; mystically named, Oria.

ELUSIVE COLOUR OF DEATH

Colour may be elusive in demise
The encounter devoid of yarn
Since none has come back to tell
We can only imagine the scale
From the entity hovering around
Recording birth as would be losses
The fête that follows a baby’s birth
Will also see grief in due course

Godgeball

With some imagination, and common sense
and an understanding of human ways,

one can figure every circumstance down
to one, or two of the most probable outcomes.

Sure, it may leave a somewhat wide margin
for a total, rock-n-sock 'em, out of the box surprise!

But, I can say for certain
that without a doubt, that's what makes life interesting.

Should a long-shot outcome, come to fruition;
then that's just fate shaking up the dice,

mixing things up, as it were;
and the worse that can happen is an anecdote.

We Watched

As I stood and watched
tears of blood fell from the Lord's eyes
They fell beyond this world
Beyond my reach
trickling into the darkness of despair

There we stood
lost
gazing upon this rancid world

We watched

We watched innocence wiped away by hate,
poverty and disease
We watched
bloodied women,
dragged screaming into shadows
We watched
governments, bathinng in the foul stench of corruption
just as dreams, were left to fester under society’s cruel gaze

We Watched

KONFLUENCE

i'm recieving inflections
you are feeding
hesitations
like shells through
a port
drawing closer the point
its all INTERCHANGE
the careful movements

"Sometimes Thorns Have Roses"
you sigh
your voice as soft as petals
through the smooth reciever

rain drums against the glass
hisses in the dark parking
lot on resting cars
And the bar band is playing
on

Tone on Tone

Tone on Tone

Rock of ages,
hammer out the truth
before the last leaf falls.
make it tone on tone in tune
with Om
and make it sound like silence.

Make me believe again
that love
is the answer and there is no death
in resurrection;
let me see the black-holed sun
in your eye's awareness
and break this silence into sound,

separate the darkness from the light,
let me be reborn of spirit,
and bring to me the colour white.

Photosynthesis (Meter & Rhyme workshop)

Just how does light turn into green
travel from your eye to mine?
Make for all the splendor seen?
Does a stream rush into a river
or make the ocean of a dream?
Can the mark make your arrow quiver?

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