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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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Control

My hand aches for my phone
But I must stay in control
I want to text you a novel
And let it all unfold

I want to tell you why I’m angry
Why I don’t respond
But a part of my mind whispers
The chair doubt sits upon

He has the power
To rethink every step
Untype a. Message
Never to be sent
Words never to be kept

Rendition [Sunku]

on keys
of a piano
are finger prints

playing
heart touching
musical notes

some hide
their fingers
behind white gloves

Literary Devices Sample Poem II [Critique Workshop]

Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

A penny for the Old Guy

I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Grandpa Pay All Bills

I love
taking my folks on a merry go around
not like in a circus
but
Universe
then I see all along with them
and
show what they could not see

imagery is my forgery
and
so I can't conceal
they enjoy all thrills
and their pills
and
I enjoy paying for them
such are poetical emotions

we are passed the age of delivery
our grand children are now up to it

Poe-tree

If roses were poems
would they bloom
poetic blossoms
with anodyne rhymes,
and ambrosian perfumes?

Three Runes: Thorn, Wealth, Game

Perfect chaotic flow, murmur of words,
morning echoes surfing on sound waves.
News highlights, gurgling coffee makers,
starting engines, and slamming doors.
My neighbors wake up to the meter of days
and absolute lack of rhyme.

I am one of the sounds surrounding them.
Half-bird, half-human vibe.
Doh-Me-Sol-Doh of the morning,
I bark with the dogs, hang on conference calls,
hide in the voices of lovers
and feed distant storms.

Freedom [Sunku]

A kite
flying high
guided by string

a bird
soaring skies
in high spirits

spellbound
i wonder
what is freedom

Waiting Patiently

I've stared at stars endlessly
I've liked the way they smile up there in the sky,
the shiny ones and the white ones
I've wondered when our black stars will shine.

when will it shine
from this harassment of mosquitoes-
begging me at night as if were lovers
demonic toilets and bathrooms
waiting for whom to possess
baby crying in a one room apartment of hungry six brothers,
angry sisters, mother and father.

un-Pythagorean

our world keeps on changing
so too has geometry
when two alienated nations don't meet
the line of a peace accord

when most things are obtuse
and right is just a notion
the Pythagoras theorem
is no more an algorithm

when peoples get divided
by incongruous isms
virtual seems so real
a trivial illusion

in today's geo metrics
where the angles keep on changing
these dynamics spell the end
of the Pythagoras regime

Rogue State

What constitutes certified rogue nation?
When criminal leaders commit murder
Without any fear of repercussion
Tar victims as threats to social order

The judicial system will not assist
As subservient serfs dismiss what’s fact
When the victims’ kin in their claims persist
Servile stooges react as per their pact

However despite all their state power
The time of reckoning is drawing near
As victims’ kin bask in their winning hour
And the criminals face justice and fear

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