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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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Mother Nature is her name;
no other match her fame;
blossoms sprout, weaved carpet;
beautiful flowers everywhere.

No one feeds them, thus they grew;
all they need, comes from her;
plush green, from the source;
untainted, natural resource.

to SIR jess with love

Why did you delete
and
repost
minus Lovedly
do you know
Sir Jess
the best guy in a CIRCUS
is the Joker

as in the ocean
trillions x trillionsxXXXX TRILLIONS drops churn
one pearl only

so does Lovedly
out of his machine gun poetry
churns a GEM only
and
that too is appreciated
by you lonely
sigularly

other gems you ignore
may perhaps even devour

LOST RAINBOWS

I still visit here once in a while
usually in the depth of summer heat
when I feel as if I've earned a treat
and need a good reason to smile.

So I go down this narrow winding way
and cross this familiar narrow steel truss bridge
then ride about a half mile along the ridge
where white pines and hemlocks sway.

Then park where road shoulder grows wide
and the river races down below
where boulders foam and mosses grow
and cliffs brood high on the far side.

your spark sparks

You are young man
that sparks...

This once again ignites
a dying candle
well done such smooth reading
coming from one suffering from depression
is incredible

It sparks me also to compose
on humans which one's like you do repose
one’s inner feelings you amply expose
I suppose

As and when the spark has ignited fully
my lilting candle flamed again
I may compose one like this
if from the scourges
of my cancer of ego
I still sustain

I won't say remain

To a record stuck.

"There's a language warning on this next tune, so turn your radios down if your offended by 'language' " JJJ Radio, general pre-track announcement Australian Broadcasting Corporation.

Televisions across the land,
whisper conspiratorial plans
or keyboards played by lonely hands
the same old lonely tune

Spouses locked in loveless trysts,
teens linger at naked wrists,
the blue suits of the world twist,
out the same old lonely tune

still a rose

Sometime ago, a seed was planted.
The soil was tainted from Parents that fainted,
and abandoned Me to the wind.
I've weathered many turbulent storms.
Still I had to nourish myself,
so that I could flourish and grow.
Whatever my fate is, I do not know.
I shudder to think that God will ever let Me go.
Much favor and Blessings have come my way.
That is why I wish to say.
I'm glad for the Seasons that come and go,
for I'm still growing,
I'm a blushed vibrant color,

Like This... [ A thousand words contest]

Here, like this, from past to future
Light plays a part of what he saw
It says elder teaches, a kind of nurture
Sit on my knee, just because... because

Put your fingers here, strum the strings
You'll make music work for you
I can't think of a single thing
Nothing better that you can do

His eyes took in the light and darkness
He made the paint reflect the mood
Small fingers can't yet quite caress
But grandpa teaches willing brood

Shame in the Veins of Theban Streets.

How did it feel, Oedipus,
to desecrate flesh
that made you,
to see the gods had left you
cowering, broke and alone.

And was it but painful, Oedipus,
to force yourself into blindness
maternal pins bringing one, sole kindness;
taking views
of this curtain-raised world.

Fathers arms, Mothers laugh,
lend day a touch of bittersweet
as kings and fools and gods and men
fall hard against the earth.

I would've held you in my arms.

weeping.

O My Friends..(THEY WERE THEN ) GEE ------ 2017.....

As I trudge along
the walking path of time
I lose all friends of mine

So never mind
you'll also
one day some day
if not any day
also be lost
not to be found

friends are a class breed
like human selected seed
of which only one counts..
out of millions sourced

all others are like free coupons
lodge them in the bins of garbage
let loose all such useless baggage
they have lost you on all counts

Quiet Ruler

Simple man
How do you rest
Explain for me
I don't know many of you

This world makes you scarce
Is sleep a kind of adventure
I feel I've missed its meaning
Release from cares, or is

It simple understanding
That leaves you with your ease

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