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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.

Vote at the end of this newsletter.

 

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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The stream (all workshops)

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Childish me

A child and I
have one thing in common
childishness
I remember when as a child,
I wanted my hard earned dollar
ran out of the door my sister
and got a beating thereafter

a decrepit ole soul…
now as senility overpowers me
I think idealism is all I alone reveal
outright stupidity comes to me
I see nothing beyond the fence
blindness
darkness and superflousness
the forests cast shadows
as if twas total darkness
my mind behaves senile

r o w

breadth of night
breathing like the birds
in morning
frost burning off
fresh
and dripping
like forgotten sleet

and dream ghosts
still beneath
tables
in a room
of rows
asleep

Ian's Quatrain (Bottom Line is heart shaped)

I touch the way I give to you my heart
In mind my thought is clear as you seem near
To hold your love my twin in life is good
Do let me melt our inner selves now love

Yours Ian.T

Workshop: 

Rula's iamb quatrain (Bottom Line WS)

If only words could tell how pretty she's.
She makes the golden sun in clouds to shy.
The moon, occults its silver beams afar
and stars in niche, when Eve has crossed his sky."

Workshop: 

Spouse’s desire ....a poetic imagination

Oh lord all friends of mine
have been so relieved
when will you be so kind to me
this guy has prostate
no seeds, to lay
his mouth does stink,
I can’t sleep a wink
he farts all through the night
my nose I have to cover alright
I can’t like a kiss
he also perhaps does miss

the whole night he does snore
oh now what a bore
all these years I have ignored

Wesley's quatrain (The Bottom Line Workshop)

Here is my quatrain. I have scanned it as an example, but no one need scan theirs. After posting we all will have a go at doing so in discussion.

 

A quatrain metric’lly commendable

is what I write for you my students fair.

In Iamb using five poetic feet,

the nuts and bolts of meter practical.

 

A qua- / train me- / tri-c’lly / com-men- / da-ble

IN A FOREST DARK

Where to go
when there is nowhere.
where to run
when you are hamstrung.
how to hide
from the demons
that follow
how to fill
a heart grown hollow.
how to find
the self you left behind

The Song of the Transportees

THE SONG OF THE TRANSPORTEE or

AUSSIE IMMIGRATION RULES

This ship sets sail for the end of the world,
And I am chained on board, restrained.
Else I would leap right over her side,
To reach you, my true love.

These Northern lights I’ll see no more,
Tears make them hazy, I’m half – crazy,
I leave you now, to live the rest of my life,
Without you, my true love.

THE HERON FLIES – HOMEWARD ‘CROSS THE EVENING SKIES.
BUT YOU AND I – NEVER MORE WITH YOU I’LL LIE.

when he left

With his books,
with his shoes
and clothes
he packed
his awful yet cool jokes,
his raging-teen voice,
his imperfect actions,
his satisfactions,
and reactions
on serious and silly issues,

but he would never pack
the essence;
his sense of love
that shall linger
like his fragrance
to fill my void.

Transient

The parking lot was gone
when we arrived;
new winter's wind
had blown in
from icy inland sea
and spread gold sand
thick across the asphalt
covering humanity's best efforts
to chain the reach of nature
with new beach
that soon would pile
to high sand dunes
if not for spring
and scraping
plows' arrival
uncovering
the transience of man beneath

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