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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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In the rain

Jude kyrie Poems

In the rain

Do you remember my darling
we were just children way back then.
we played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in colored rubber boots.
Drenched with happiness
in the summer rain.
I think that's when
I first fell in love with you.
I knew even back then
we would marry one day.

Raven

I am born black, the color of mourning.
No one cares to listen to my music.
If seen at bird feeds, I'm scorned.
Only the aged have crow's feet.
A devil in bed time stories.

Yet my spirit is buoyant.
I can look down at the world
Touch the clouds
I've followers who believe
"shortest distance is how the crow flies"

Imagine a world without black.
A day without night.
It's like being color blind.
White stands out by contrast
The Raven Brings.

Alone

Alone...
is a word that which I am
Loneliness is a disease
When I'm around people
I instantly become ill
People leave me
people hurt me
I've been hurt for the last time
alone is what I ever will be
alone is a word that I use quite often
lack of love
lack of honesty
lack of people to protect me
what makes me alone?
That is my name
I am Alone

What i like and what i love

I like when road leads to the sky.
I walk and see ahead only clouds
slowly sliding on the wet asphalt
as if they are about
to sit down with me and chat.

I like the smell of wet dust
after the first drops of rain and how
they fall on the ground
with resonant thumps.

I like when shadows manifest
as lilacs and better yet palaces
lost in meandering tracks.

I like to steal green apples
from the absentminded trees
and make love under their nearsighted
and questioning glances.

Killer Queen (Tribute To Freddie Mercury )

Each of us has been given a special gift in life.
Part of being human is we make mistakes.
Yet we don't let the mistakes dictate the path that we are to tread upon
Poetic free verse provides a format to be voiced by the poet in a very positive way.
It allows growth in the character for the true writer at hand.
Having written so far several poems on their site
I'm forever humbled to be connected to such a venue with talent to abound.
His presence took us a way,
Far from tie your mother down..,
Freddie we love you still

How to Treat Your Slave

her happiness is everything
her pathos; be kind with cruelty

blood and tears, a royal jelly
merciless kisses like blazing pyres
she cries through a night prayer

my push pin princess;
a crimson petal
nerves edge;
jutting nipples seeking cleavers kiss

to serve
to serve
to serve

smiling for a relish of wasps
she knows she is loved
a loved red faced surprise
cunt mouth, red chirping sparrow
wax teeth melting
succubus, fuck flower

The Poems I Love

The poems I love, are
those which give me wings.
The words become landscapes
for me to soar and glide.

The poems I love, are
those who take me in the now.
Where I can feel the atoms
spinning around

The poems I love; are
which resonate the notes.
Strumming my heartstrings,
like a sitar

The poems I love, are
not just static words.
They keep on returning
like homing birds.

Life is a Romance

Romance
Memories

Lest we part
friendship
is an everlasting memory
sweet fragrance it brings
of days gone by

Paradise, Ca.

Today Paradise burnt down to the ground.
Smoke filled wind rushed across the plains.
People were burnt in their homes.
People were aflame in their cars.
Paradise burnt down to the ground.
The cemetery gravestones were black windows
And only the few marble angels remained white.

the tyger’s retort

“When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?”
The Tyger
William Blake

if you would only listen
to the songs
speaking of the antiquities
from which we have ventured.

long,
ancient pathways,
before gods and goddesses
were named,
before the world was
an ocean.

we flew over
the vastness of the waters –
the vast abyss
of Reshith.

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