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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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It Didn't Rain!

It didn't rain.
So black and heavy
Are the clouds.

It didn't rain.

So thirsty is the land
And pale the lane.

It didn't rain.

The soul's crying,
Seeking cleansing
From the pain,
But
It didn't rain!

Women

I did not write this
I would never write this
call me many -ists
but never a misogynist.

Most of my lovers have been women
and I love them all still…
well, mostly
and I’ve learned a thing or two.

my mother, in medieval times
would have floated
in a good way.

Beware little girls,
for they are three hundred pound
heavyweight manipulators.

Flee teenage girls,
the most savage and vicious
creatures on this planet.

THE WRITER ....Sexually explicit

i carefully typed out
your love,
a cascading serenade

it read
"your anus is candy lemonade"

i flinched upon reading
what i had not written
never could i type such scurrilous lines
i shook my head,
regrouped and very carefully typed out
"your flaxen hair like silk caresses my soul"

it read
"your wet cunt lips plush drools in pools"

Family Tree

On each leaf is scripted
a poem to read,
based on the theme
Live and Let Live.

Rain gods shower them
with heartfelt blessings,
thankful to them
and the family tree.

The poems keep springing
on each merry branch,
tanning in sunshine
before they fall.

While they get blown
by the winds of change,
they rustle a song
while waving goodbye.

Purity three

Purity

These dead are painless, and abide in pure spirit.
They twist, broken, on the torturer's wheel,
prostrate for dawn in slivers of light.
Their faces leak out as poison moons
and necrotic jackals howl at the slither
of royal snail jester crowns,
jeweled lesions bare in the grin
of stray and sick puppets
bound to highway memorials
with tourniquets made from straw.

Past it ( Whatever it is ) November Contest

I am in a quandary
What has been happening to me?
I put my morning coffee away
In the fridge and there it stayed

I found it later in the day
As I was putting the cutlery away
Oh shit what is going on
How can I get everything so wrong?

Couldn’t find my glasses to see
Till I scratched my head
I should have stayed in my bed
But which room was my bed in.

I shouted for help as I always do
No good I remembered
I was on my own in this old house
As years ago I had left you.

MERCURYS' BID WITH ETERNITY

lately queen a bid with eternity a humble plea
to stand in ovation amidst an earnest vacation
1986 the sorrowful fix a man and his gun unleak his cum
serving ditches ignoring all those bitches
Freddie Mercury bid with eternity
Bohemian Rap you see..,
although he had many loves the tender look at loves ovation
knock on the door where he was ready to go
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS"....,

Where

Where is that page in time
Where we danced
Where is that book
Where you and I were the only ones that existed
Where are the directions that tell me how to 31st op loving you.

Of The Dead

as a child i had a sense of before
i only a tenant in this world

i dreamt, i remembered
a place of light and freedom
of flying weightless
without a care
recurring reveries
of changeless drifting

but as i got older
my astral excursions
turned to thin air
much to hearts despair
i fell weighted to this terrestrial sphere
by thickened accumulations
of hard niches and obscurations
a delicate spark burdened
by sheaths of gnawing reason
engulfed in brutish struggle

Autumn Fun......CONTEST NOV 2018 AUTUMN

Ha autumn is again here
getting stripped and enjoying nudity
all gals dance about a pole
shred their clothes like dying leaves
who now show what lay beneath
stark bark
no fruits like dangling food
apples and bananas
no breast
nor busts
all taken away
before autumn arrived this day

Ah all oldies too enjoy autumn
as any one like you
dance about in the park
Semi nude

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