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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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Sweet Visitation

Do you come again!
Sweet visitation,
Do you come again!

Do you swell my heart
And lift my mind,
Do you come again?

Often have I waited,
And in the waiting
I was always low.

But now the hot tear
Rolls from my eye,
kisses down my cheek.

How I am overjoyed!
Simply you are here!

BLOOD VAMPIRE

Rising from the abyss raven blackness
Mist caressing following the undead.
blood thirsty for bags of dark blood.
and to feast the fist shaped life pump.
Raining

down essence of once human existence.
succulent juice Falling from the chin and
pale,

Soaked wet lips. Drinking sucking from
a scarlet stream digging in two pointed
Canines clamping on the jugular vein.

Dripping sinking pointed ruby fangs, a deep
hue like Burgundy Wine. The Hemoglobin
vital treasure a life giving red river.

Written/updated since last year
unlike any other
when out of this world
outlandish accouterments
people did wear
hermetically sealed
of even faintest tear
to avoid contamination
against coronavirus pandemic
air supply difficult to spare
when wing and prayer
soul saving amazing grace
frankly against scalpers, marauders,
and fraudsters steeling
themselves to profiteer.

Quarter Moon Waning (by: eddy styx)

I am on target,
trembling in
anticipation brewing.
I fear a tempest
on the horizon.
Clouds pregnant
with tears not shed
perhaps, if...
I run fast enough,
far enough,
I can out distance them?
Staring into the black
of night, only
the faint light of
the quarter moon
meets my eye.
It clicks in.
By this light
I shall hunt...
When I howl,
they will be aware
knowing not what
to expect
shivering
as the blood
begins to stir!

Argent

Bathe these dreams in argent moonlight
Illuminate all the forgotten corners of my psyche with a silver glow
That I may find a way back to an illusive somewhere
A spiritual home that has never existed

A constantly stirring nostalgia for places I’ve never seen
A deep powerful longing for something more, some underlying truth
Incessantly pulls me in one thousand directions
Splinters me into infinite fractals
I exist in every space
In every time
I am a multitude

Daisy

Named after a flower
So bright and so sweet
With chocolate brown eyes
She was hard to beat

A German Shepherd
I've had all my days
She and my brother, oh
They were together always

She was sweet and gentle
Wouldn't hurt a fly
She loved all fiercely
Makes you wonder why

She had to die that way
After all those years
In a vet in a small town
In a room soaked with tears

She was not in pain
She was only sleeping
But as it all ended
I prayed I was dreaming

Wandering eyes

Wistful wandering eyes
scattering across
the cool colorless
cloud filled skies.
Desperately
digging through
its shallow
shades of white
in search
for some subtle
sight of light .

Agony

Pain.
I must see you,
And feel your touch,
Taste you,
I need to smell you,

Pain.
Embrace me
Consume me,
I crave you,
In my flesh and bones,
I need to know you.

Pain,
Crush my mind,
Burn my heart,
Drown my soul,
Mold me,
Into you.

MORNING'S POST

During these minutes before dawn
along this trail i walk upon
rugged woods far from the fen
I seek refuge once again.
Into the forest I am drawn.

The world of men has gone insane
news of naught but war and pain
and the hatred all of this has borne
leaves hopes of peace of mind forlorn
so toward a refuge I now strain.

God’s Jewels

Some ancient astronomers looked at the heavens
And saw mystical creatures.
I look at the heavens and see God’s handiwork.
Stars sparkling against the black velvet of the sky
Like laughter sparkling in the eyes of a child.
Strewn beyond human vision,
Galaxies woven of starlight and miracle fill my heart.
When I see the stars shining there in silent majesty
Against the vastness of space,
I realize how very small I am in the scheme of things.
And yet, He loves me!
His love for me outshines the brightest of stars.

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