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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 WAS A DREAM - 1

I saw a monster whose face was blank
With all my strength I tried to run
Something held my legs and dragged them along
Every step was hard a task to do
A witch flew with spells across the sky
I stumbled and began to crawl
Crawling was not easier either
How to escape was all I could think
Each move brought the monster closer
What was that? I turned to look
There it was in changing mode
A strange looking mountain gorilla
An elephant in a human form
A formless entity with all our fears

Integrity

the hand that reaches across oceans
does not sing a siren's lullaby
does not churn the sea to give birth,
for love makes no demands and spares
neither blossom nor rind
but feeds the magnetic heart
with the scent of ripened fruit,
bearing memory and unyielding pleasure
like a lotus that unfolds,
petal to petal,

only the wisest owl takes life into
consideration, leaves his perch and
flies away, homeless for the sky.

Savor the Moment

A moment united
An awesome distinct thought,
point of view, none imagined

an idea freshly decided
initiated from creative cruxes of poetic etches
should be mounted, the next time

unveiled nuggets, shimmer in the light of your eyes
and, enhance taste, savoring the moment

My Poetic Child

Oh, child
you brighten
the darkest
sky

oh, you have grown
intro a young man
that embraces
ecstacy

you took my demons
as you became home
to my wildest
dream

a tear of joy
falls on my pad
my dark thoughts
flee at your sight

son, this world
felt monotonous
until you smiled
and my worries
were on the first flight
out of my mind

when I almost lost you
I became useless
As the time hesitated

PHANTOM LOVE

To learn to love
I created you
The feeling
Left me spellbound
There you were
My phantom love
I desired nothing but you
In the pages of books I read
In work place
And in my dreams
I prostrated before your feet
Stretched my hands
To behold you
The empty space
Graced my hands
Brought cool chill
To the marrow in my spine
I looked again
Through misty air
To where you stood
You were not there
Gone without thinking of me
I was only a living pity

The Nascent and Cordial Rose Found Love

Fresh with ideas
Prudent with years
beyond her bloom of youth

Beautiful as nascent rose
she’s adorned with wisdom and grace

Enhanced with brashness
Sensitive with years
beyond his bloom of youth

Stunning as cordial rose
he’s adorned with empathy and charm

A nascent, cordial pair
Fresh, enhanced, discreet, complex, tangled with passion
Both beyond their bloom of youth

Beautiful, stunning as decorated duo rose
Together adorns wisdom, grace, empathy, and charm with their love

The Lepidopterist

The aging lepidopterist

Eternally the optimist

A lifetime spent in searching for

The rarest creature, nothing more

But one day soon without a doubt

He’s sure that he will seek her out

He’ll net this most elusive bug

And finding her, they’ll kiss and hug

Then looking deep within her eyes

His stomach fills with butterflies

RESURRECTION

RESURRECTION

the sun rises to colors pale

in my world of affliction

my body broken

my spirit on razor's edge

I bear my existence and endure

as best my nature will allow

I compromise to God’s betrayal

and suffer the loss of human dignity

my soul bound to its own agony

freely speaks its crucifixion

yet no one dies of a spirit broken

a heart in sunder does not stop beating

the mind does not seek insanity

for the truth it knows

No pain can steal my fire

No reality my light

DRAGLINE

consumed with waves
the shadowlair
shock lies sleeping

its true marble wonder
keeping
these smooth offerings
of love and damage

and white cap bitterness
shall wash
away the little tears

feel the true storm
ravaging bones
alive she cried

and the velvet night
will supplicate
the wound
and soothe
the ache
of heartbreak

A Looking Glass, Darkley

I saw through a looking glass, darkley
there were raindrops running down

and every day
was the same way

in this dismal, little town.

Not everyone had lights that shined
some you couldn't see at all

they may have sinned
or lost theirs in the wind

for the season was always fall.

The smattering of lights that shown
were few, and far between

but, the light allowed
by that small crowd

made the streets seem not so mean.

Then, in the light of day
the dark ones deep in debt

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