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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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ATROCIOUS NEEDS

the rain
sifts
lights shift
unsteady
the soft echo
mute

his car is warm
inside
Bar Thud Bass
cold vinyl
retractable safety
belt
wiper clunk
wheezer windshield
wiper motor
contemplating
a dull rapport
worn lifters rattling
last of the hardtop
luxury liners

extends her hand
his closed strong
ringed fingers
opens and in the
blossom center
lies the escape
pressed in its
complex myriad
shape

Epiphany

It clings to the cliffed shore,
to the wintered face of the thistle path,
to the fingers of the old man's glove
as he waves his memory homeward

In that breath between come and go
she moves up from the bay;
gold turns her stride,
the line of her dress,
the soft sea pulling at her feet

When he reaches out
and the frail birds fly
and the sun and the sky
have married deep into the sea, it clings

Even as his shadow threads retreat,
it clings, even now as it dissolves to mist

never ever say die ...nor quit live it

Many times
I was forced to quit
but since more than many read me
I stuck to my pit

Hence today
six decades away
I spell poetry
rhyme or not forget it
many still read me

On another site
by the week end
4,00.000 reviews
of my poetry
will all see
a
MARK!!!

Thanks for visiting
my silly profile
I want all to make
their own decisions
all their living while
in their own inimitable style....

Regardless!!!!!

From the Soil

I saw an apple tree
Standing calm

I saw an apple tree
Standing strong
In peaceful soil

I saw the wind turn violent
I heard the hellfire roar
A scourge of hatred
A vicious plot

And from this tree
I saw blood red apples fall

Into the sea they fall
Thought to be lost
Forgotten by the earth
But their seeds were strong

And as time went on
Across all lands
Through salt and rock
Against fire and war

The seeds grow strong

mood ring

cracker jack jacket and gumball mastication
plough into this haunted wind
shoe lace trailing
dog hauling but slow
not even blood tracking in her
fevered skull
she stops staring up at the great
hill...tame woods in suburbia
rising like a giant of a wave
the land humped
we hear things up there
hackle risers
we turn back
the dust shuffling papers
the tree branches clatter
like dry whispering
the store lights come on
the streetlights power up
we are glad to be in

(L) Idee Fixee

I've eaten Gnostic berries,
tongued the Etruscan worms
fallen from ancient mummy mouths.

I've bit magic flowers,
and smoked the codices
from Fu Manchu’s hookah.

I’ve swallowed anemic moons,
their breviaries airtight
and sung the heart
of sappy treehouse initials.

Skip the artificial paradises,
skip the ideal.

I have frozen
as an oasis
in stained glass
rapture and found
a truth in them single.

Found

I waited for you to come to me
There in the glow of evening
I was disappointed nothing for miles
Where are you that I have to seek?

I realised that you had moved away
Departed or passed as they say
Well it should now be easy to learn
In our need of love, which we both yearn.

I feel you there, comforting my mind,
It didn’t take you long to learn anew?
Now we can talk of many things we knew
Our love is there, and will always bind

eventuality

In the hour of the
event
only two things count
friends
prayers
and
self meditation
that is the voice of
an angel
you know not really

except as Loved or Lovedly
free verse
not worse!

Crap Gem and Machine Gun
all like a Hamburgher
chilies and sauce
and
then a laugh!

Wishful Thinking

If I could rewind
the moments in my life,
I'll erase the first time
I caught her in my eyes

I'll free myself from hurt in loving
and live my life with lesser pain.
I'll make a better plan to reach
the hopes and dreams I've attained.

I won't know her, won't see her
and I won't be hurt by treachery,
the masterpiece she has woven
without remorse or a shred of pity.

GLOSS GULCH

a mad thirst
plodding textual
a dry wind
evaporating thoughts
like the 'Touchless Wash'
dryers

she rides higher now
clearing the ruts
my steerhide trusty gloves
on the old floor matts
dried pools of white salt
glistening on my armpits
my good shirt

Humming to the radio
my arm scorching in the
blaze
my ring tapping the big
suncracked wheel
the fox tail whipping from
the rear spring radio mast

Vegas...an eternal reward

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