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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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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

BANK ACCOUNT

Trade me for a magic carpet in an ancient tale;
I can be bartered for the lost scrolls of Petronius;
I am worth at least as much as a chunk of comet
That was discovered in the desert;
You can borrow great sums against my library,
Go buy an island and fill it with bonobos
Who have found the secret of living without prayer;
My fortune allows me to live in a vast kingdom
And in my castle is a desk of ocean wood and pearls;
I own giraffes and peacocks in my gardens
With rouge and scarlet maple trees;

You Care.

I lived my life with secrets that no
one cares to dig into. No one cares
enough to ask why I always wear my
jacket. No one cares enough to stay
after I ask them to leave. No one
cares enough to try for me. And I
don't care for myself either. That
was until you finally came into my life.

I Give Up..

I Give Up...

I give up hundreds of times a day
Dragging air into my lungs
Thinking that Humanity will come to it's senses
Believing that anyone cares

I give up thousands of times a day
With every beat of my heart
Wondering if we can make the world better
Trying to do my part

I give up ten thousand times a day
Wishing for more strength
Trying to get better
Standing up for my convictions

Maybe tomorrow, I'll give up...
Giving up

When God Made a Woman Like You

Baby, I was selfish to think I can do this alone,
The Lord placed you in my life to make US strong;
Completely embracing that I have been wrong
And life with you has given me meaning and a home.

When God made a woman like you,
He made...

A song of patience,
As you waited for me to find you;
A song of promise,
As I stand before you and behind you.

When God made a woman like you,
He made..

Muddy Puddles

I could stay here at the beach all day
throwing rocks into Lake Erie,
unsuccessfully trying
to skip stones.

Once or twice I manage,
but most land with that deep "thunk" sound.
I'll admit,
it's oddly satisfying,
this type of failure.

"Don't you know why we moved from Florida?"
My sister asks me.
Of course I don't,
I was only one at the time,
over 40 years ago.

oui

guile sassafrass
thorn shorn love
a projectors rasp

sweet calamity
bore idle winds
tilting dustbin lids
scatter poetry of
your heady airs
a recipe of receipts
and dingo dirge
whorls and escalations
falsetto modesty
in dark scar blue
like footsteps in
fresh cement the
day shines unabashed
like a smile astray

White noise

I have super hearing, you know?
They called it “Auditory processing disorder”
I can hear conversation from tables away
snippets of people’s lives
secrets and stories

I can hear cutlery falling at work
The lonely crone in the corner humming
The chatter and the scraping
Of chairs on worn floors

The grinding sound of ceramic against teaspoons
Shouting from the kitchen
Canes activating the automatic door
Even my own breath; thick with a lingering cold.

The Hexagon Of Unexpectedness

Una learned
the word
"upskilling"

It's used in
conversations
fortelling
improvements around
here!

Can a word be stupid?

The office 'facilitator'
looks very satisfied
with the introduction
of the new
word...

This, coming from
the same man
who used a white-board
to illustrate
'The Hexagon Of Unexpectedness'

Una thinks he looks
far too pleased
with himself

"He's really started to
offcheese me now"

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