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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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Icicle prisms

In the quiet of winter's chill,
icicles form with such precision,
hanging from rooftops and branches,
glistening under the pale moonlight.

Each one a delicate work of art,
a frozen masterpiece of nature's design,
as if crafted by the hands of angels,
sparkling like diamonds in the sun.

Each icicle a prism of light,
refracting colors in a dazzling display,
a rainbow of hues dancing in the frost,
creating a winter wonderland.

Bleeding poem

Ten years,
a decade poured into a love
that echoed in a silent room.
The ink bleeds on the page,
each poem
a whisper lost in my the void.
Are my words like whispers on the wind, scattered and unheard?

Running brushes

For you my ink would never stop running
For you're the only one in my mind
That could make my feelings overflow
And my heart fill with black ink
Ink that just needs to spill.

Sometimes I listen to the beat of my heart
Before I eventually remember what I want
I only need the soft sound of your heart
To make me snap out of my thoughts
As you're the one who brings me back to reason

Broken Telephone

Broken Telephone

Words sounding distorted
Blurred words, as if the drunken are communicating
How do we miss each other in the conversation?
What do we miss?
Is it that we are confused?
How about if we just sit still and listen?
Could it be the solution to what ails us?

Share with Me

The cookie I prefer to eat
Changes. Today's cherished treat
Becomes a has-been in a while.
A chocolate chip once made me smile.
Now allergies have changed my song.
Frankly, it just seems so wrong
Chocolate is in so many great ones.
Of course, if I ate them all I'd weigh tons.
Let's just say I like cookies. To
Share a cookie with a friend (or two)
Just makes my day. With milk or tea,
Let's all stop and share a cookie!

courtesy evil ferocious wraithlike grimace

Acrimonious scurrilous words
flew out the mouth
of vicious nasty shortish brute
leaving yours truly
as a key witness dumbfounded.

Outrageous spluttering claims
of stolen parcels
plus ransacked jewelry
totaling to the tune
of countless Benjamins
(hundred dollar bills)
viciously lobbed at dear wife of mine
as iterated in a previously written poem.

Inside

I never understood what it means to be free.
Don't get me wrong, I do desire this,
But I am afraid that I can't comprehend the meaning of it.
Think about it...
I feel in my heart the need for freedom.
I feel in my soul a vibration that doesn't want to be obstructed.
I feel in my mind that I deserve it.
But I don't know how to embody it
Because this actual word is a prison.
What do I do with my freedom? With my free time?
I play some games that I used to like as a child

L' Chaim! (To Life!)

My mind's a maze of melancholic madness.
My soul's a sack of sentimental sadness.
It's time I shed self pity's
sombre shell,
and stepped outside my solitary cell!

The springtime songs outside my door are ringing.
The songbirds swoop,
non-stop: their sound of singing.
I dare not squelch with sorrow's baleful breath
the celebrants of life that conquers death!

Innovation

I'm the I's(eyes) in the sentence "I Am King..
I'm never blinded ,I can see.
The say heavy is the head that wears the crown
Well I'm prepared to frown
Like a silent geek.

I Am King ,I came with innovations
My rhymes and schemes are made in the old pages
I stay in the same location

You can come get me ,
Coz saying we gotta meet to beef is not healthy.
I'm full of ideas my ingredients could pop bellies

I Walk This World

I walk this world both night and day
Wanting to know what gives my stay.
Why can't my soul find the true rest
Unless by your hand she is blessed.

I look as my world cry in pain
And wonder what in life we gain.
Why do we do our brother wrong
Happily singing our own song.

I cannot rest my searching heart
Till I know what’s the major part,
Till I know that calmness within
Saying that I have denounced sin.

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