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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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One Day

It was autumn
and the air was crisp and cool.
I remember walking the trails
with the boy I liked
and he liked me
and that's all that mattered to me then.

We were all running down hill
kicking up sand behind us
laughing and tripping
and thinking of nothing
but the moment we were in.

If I had known of what was ahead
I would have cherished every second
instead of thinking of the sand in my hair
and the cold wind
blowing through my jacket.

FLYING OLD DAMN IT. Ann-knit.

I'll catch a million stars, and put them in my cheeks, breeks,
sneakers, let their powerful light, fire me up into the air
where gravity is gone, and there I'll dance a little while
and listen to your song,
as sing I know you can, so I'm not wrong.

And then I'll take a comet, and race around the world,
they'll wonder what on earth, in heaven has occurred,
a wild old fashioned lady in long skirts is quite unfurled
and is speeding at the speed of light oh how absurd.

Feast of an Apple Bite

Asked by them that shaped him
Out of the clay of a garden,
To dream big beyond the spheres and stars
All he dreamt of left him with eternal scars
For after partaking in a feast of a single apple bite
Whiles romancing an enchantress under a strange fig tree
Paradise mightiest cast him out of sight
To savour the harshness throes of the night
In a world that welcomed him warmly
With a cloak woven from his own curses.

in pain

In pain I saw the hills today
my back with age shouts
No longer the youth I was
with vigour

wake from restless dreams
to chores waiting
I have a place in my gods world
and thank him so for
small rewards
my freind

sometimes when Im not looking
out and caught up in my moody
blue my god still remembers
you for Ive said a prayer
to all

remembering that Im not
selfish after all

Soul Assassin

Purposefully striding forward
condescending
you do not greet me
with affection
or love.
Destructive
stored up frustrations
take aim at me
from the weapon
that resides in your heart
and shoots from your mouth.
Coldness
condemnation
your only form of interaction.
Relentless disapproval
meant to reprimand me
like a child
and with it
an attempt to steal my joy.

I bring myself to these

In the small purple spaces between the demands
Ponderous moonbeam-like moments I steal
I stretch out the time, catching sun in my hands
And climb into these luscious sensations I feel

The curl of a passion vine tendril
The wisp of a cloud against blue
The sentiment blown on the kiss of a child
And the quiet reflection on feelings for you

I dreamed of a meadow in sunshine
Where the breeze caressed grass bade me lay
And the buoyancy lust pulls for sharing
Lifted both of us up to the brightness of day

I lost a childhood dream

I’ve reached a time in my life where I need you most,
Because I have become mad,
Mad at a lot of things,
Mad at the world,
People,
Politics,
And lost in everything else,
Wouldn’t you be?
If you saw the death of something beautiful.
The death of a dream,
The absence of an array of colors,
The setting of a foreign sun,
Things I all wish to come back,
But I can’t have all that I wish for,
But right this second,
This moment,
This right now,
I can have you with me,

Cyber repentance

Cyber repentance
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I am an errant document, I
ask u edit my life format my
soul.eject and recycle any
corrupt thought i file against
persons i consider my foes. No
longer do I need to
photoshop d image people
have of me.or download
inputs of d devil. Cos they
damage like worms eating the
motherboard of my soul.
Penetrating my stand like
trojans. like wifi i seek ur
presence. I upload my praise.
May I always connect2 ur
reception

Culling the Herd

It started out with a simple thought,
I think.
Non-violent resistance.
It caught on fire and spread over every
land and enlightened the human
evolutionary mind.

Apes have opposable thumbs,
firmly within their grasp the branches
but precision is not an acquired skill
and the nature of nature follows certain
cyclical patterns.

The Pie Man.

The Pie Man.

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