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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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Pure Imagery ( Is it...)

Why it Alludes

Born in the hour of death,
scanned life
since birth with near fatal disease,
then malaria, many times quietened by quinine
and small pox none survived,
but,
I’m a sole living example.
(of living survival)

Now how many accidents could have been victorious
who can recount
my desolate memory has seen many landscapes
I escaped.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (imagery poem)

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

"WHEN I AM ASKED" Imagery shop poem stripped

When I am asked
how I began writing poems,
I talk about the indifference of nature.

It was soon after my mother died,
a brilliant June day,
everything blooming.

I sat on a gray stone bench
in a lovingly planted garden,
but the day lilies were as deaf
as the ears of drunken sleepers
and the roses curved inward.
Nothing was black of broken
and not a leaf fell
and the sun blared endless commercials
for summer holidays.

Dancer in the light box

She caught the lightening, and
conducted it in swirls

Pirouettes, whirling dervish devilish svelte

All on the perimeter observed this,
circular orchestration of light
guided by human form

And felt they were seeing unborn,
a love they would never know,
He watched from the shadows,

She, the light-rope tamer, walker of dreams,
within the ring surpassed all things imagined,
held us captive, like drooling circus clowns

When I have Fears... Stripped (Imagery Workshop)

The original submitted by wesley-
When I have fears...
John Keats (1795-1821)

BY JOHN KEATS
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power

To hell in a tin tube

Voice recording
https://soundcloud.com/user-391664655/to-hell-in-a-tin-tube-1

Bing bong,
The next train to depart from platform 12a
will be the 11.20 to Manchester Victoria.

Check watch, plenty of time
still, quicken pace
in case ………
In case it leaves early,
which it won't,
but it might,
so I hasten
trying not to spill my paper cup coffee.

Sacred sphere:

Reaching sanctity
Instilling security
True serenity

BUTTERFLIES IN THE MIST

Mist pools in my old green eyes
as I recall those times long gone
in days which fled like butterflies.
I mask my tears with a false yawn
(as if somebody's here to see)
how much those now gone meant to me.

La vacante en Cabo

The noon sun pours down
Over the swim-up bar
Over the girls with perfect bodies
Sent here to celebrate
Mi Cabo
They can drink and they do, and do
I’m too old but
They buy me shots anyway
These cute girls
Sort of bitchy I must say
Probably spoiled
But assumptions aren’t nice
So more shots it is
Probably make perfect
Del Mar housewives
With hobbies and protests
PETA and the PTA
While they step over the Homeless
Newest cell phones and places to be

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