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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!

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Contest Vote

Vote for this month’s image prompt contest winner

Voting ends May 6th 2024.

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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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HOME AGAIN rewrte

HOME AGAIN

I flew the skies so blue
To a place far in time
A place Memory knew
A place to live again
A place where I began
And where I hoped to end
But nothing was the same.
and I am in limbo.

Rewrite: Aureole burning

That corona garland, worn by few
May be piously brandished by the chosen,

Who by human sleight, in distance gone,
Tried to impress an angry god, with
Good deeds done.

Years have passed, and those left to
Burnish halos above the pews

Grow mute, and faint, inside
The stone façade, outside a fattening Sun,
Bakes the sandstone enclave hard.

The brocade of landscape, drying to brown,
Is burning beyond those sainted gates,

Red by Ron Woodruff with vocal link.

Red spoken word

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1geyZYnEHMh

RED for Clara Bow 7-29-1905--9-27-1965

by Ron Woodruff (bluedemon77)

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0wApGX3ajh6

ANTI-RANDOLOGY: Full Sequence by Ron Woodruff (BlueDemon77

For the LUCK-/y just SMILE/ for the NEED-/y please TRY/ when in MOURN-/ing do CRY.
Is it HARD-/er to SEE/ relatED /ARE we:/ we are KIN/ 'til we DIE.
We are BE-/ ings of Flesh/ we are TRAPPED/ in this MESH/ should we QUEST-/ion MORE?
for the CHILD-/ ren we HOPE/ on this GLOB-/al scope WE/ must spread LOVE'S/ airy SPORE.

Hickory Dickory Dock! ( Childrens counting song )

Hickory Dickory Dock
The shepherd gathers his flock.
He shears his ewe’s,
In one’s and twos.
Hickory Dickory Dock.

Hickory Dickory Dock
The herdsman looks at the clock.
He stops at three,
to have some tea.
Hickory Dickory Dock.

Hickory Dickory Dock
The farmer rests on a rock.
With four bags full
of soft warm wool,
Hickory Dickory Dock.

Hickory Dickory Dock.
The wife, she knits him a sock.
With five socks more,
strewn on the floor.
Hickory Dickory Dock.

Meeting there!

Meeting there!
Wherever your destination was, keep a place for me.
there we all shall meet
but will fail to recognize
as we shall have no eyes
still we will hope to hear….
oh hell where are our ears
we couldn't hear when on earth,
how in hell now
after the follow up of birth….
well then we smell the perfumes may be
but noses have also been drowsy
so wait for me
when I come to London
then make fun
we shall with utter abandon
all are welcome….

I am writing a poem for you. It's not likely to work.

I will try, even though I will probably not get it right.

It might help if I think and then write. Confidence also helps.

Or I could take a peek at a poem already in vogue.

 

I am writ / ing a po /em for you, / it's not like / ly to work.

I will try, / even though / I will prob / ab..ly not / get it right.

Workshop: 

A new place

From a place that is waiting there for me
Not my cave, and that bloody cup of tea
I have told you so many times before
That I may be the keeper of the door

I shall laugh out so loud like a thunder clap
Saying do you remember this old chap
The one who you gave no space to
Well this place is full and can’t take you.

I know many people that can sit at my side
They gave their best and in love did reside
Here we have no place for bigots who
Had a chance to be, with me and you

P Y X I E L

cinch at the weather
the wheel clench
leather

drive my little driver
sling us through
bring us few
the dark Darling
smile

kitten tongues
and pearled teeth
the happy dub
step heart beat
thrumming
in the cage

sweet sound
wretched wreck
on a rushed
quiet stretch
the sun shines
us
the swift
hot honey bolt
find us
a bathe
a splash

and downshift
heel calf
boot depression

Our fair share

We all have our own minds
we all have our own slices
we all live
but together …
we can't live alone
can we?

we must value the other
money is just only paper
you can burn and get a burning flavor
but then guilt is your entire share ….
leave it or take it,
if you care …

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