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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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Self Surprise

mean
furrowed brow
snarly smile
impulse
unedited
undiluted
my fist flew
teeth a'flying
and he's down to his knees

it felt good

so tired of these
nasty ass mother fuckers'
attitude attacks

one punch,
or a thousand,
won't change anything
but it felt good
really good!

and to my consternation,
I felt damn good about it

AUTUMN THROUGH THE WINDOW

The first light frost of autumn
glistens beneath the rising sun
like a quilt of clearest quartz
declaring that warm nights are done.

Leaves which till now were all green
will soon reveal their hidden shades
joining with their vibrant brothers
while wild geese honk their serenades.

There drops a single poplar leaf
gliding golden to the ground,
it floats slowly limb to limb
to rest with kinfolk all around.

Our family

Family is all today
a small fragmented part in society
still continues to together stay

all others are friends
who lisp...
who except a loved one will ever kiss
a one fading into oblivion...
hoping one may stay with love and affection..
if it comes ones way
you are lucky
that I must say
New York still welcomes you
till this day

Lift me Up..tell me good news!

Tell me about a happy child who
with love and for love grows.
Tell me about a place
where grace rules,
where mercy fills up hearts
of the young and the old ,
where greediness and
poverty are mere words,
where no one shelters the
Man to Man abuse and
the wound won't scar
nor shall the bruise.

Haiku

Childhood memories,
played to an afternoon rain
while rainbow watching.

Absurdly Heaven...

Absurdly Heaven….

Anger (catalectic dactylic tetrameter)

What shall we say of man’s anger that’s true?
Natural instinct it’s not spite the claim
leveled by science with nary a clue.
Psychoanalysis proffers a name.
Yet, all the while not assigning it here.
Anger is nothing but rank genic plague
wrought long ago in agrarian fear.
Let me be far more succinct and less vague.

Passion and Obsession

Two extremities of emotion
one is passion
another obsession…
both end up in disaster
of those who live
in infatuation
utterly consumed...

know the difference
between love,
thirst and thrust
the ultimatum of any union…
ardent love

an extreme desire
of a complex communion
an imagination
of final orgasm
as an ultimate culmination…

what then of obsession
tis psychotic in condition
absolutely mental
an aberration of mind
desire, thought and action…

One Flesh

Baby, we are one flesh,
Truly, we are man and wife;
Baby, we are one flesh,
The best ministry in my life.

I am so captivated by your love,
Baptized in the sea of God's favor;
Each morning to see who I dreamed of,
Beside me, answers my every prayer.

Let me rejoice in you, your worth,
Because you are my sacred crown;
You are my blessing here on earth,
Dubbed in new passion for holy ground.

Poetically speaking

Beautiful expression as always
it's a delight to read
your creative imagination
through poetic version

one worthy of consumption…
like a pure glass of red wine …
in cut glasses crystal fine
add, savor to the flavor
like poetry does
yours….

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