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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

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Voting ends May 6th 2024.

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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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Salient Selection:

Ambition denied
As Lady Macbeth belied
Cresting legal tide

The Guilt Trip

The Guilt Trip

When I was young I had bad acne & would often skip school
Every time I looked in the mirror I would always see someone ugly
Sadness broke my heart in two then the loneliness set in
Now where do I even begin to think that it wasn't me

The accuser of the brethren struck me deep to the heart that would light
A flame that would stir inside the fragile imagination of my brain
With tempers of fire through family & friends
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow

In The Confines of My Heart

deep in the confines of my heart
exists a very special place
where only love can enter there
why? because it is a forever space

not everyone can enter there
she must be extraordinary
as this woman truly belongs here

we both have suffered broken hearts
mine, the death of my first love
at age twenty one, hers, from years
of abuse, lies and harmful deceits

she is someone very special
as I invited her to enter this heart
for us to help heal each other
overcome our hurtful moments

stah

black and white marble tiles
the fireplace
these french doors
Drank my cottage brewery
the old masnion of the donated
collage campus grounds
hooked up to my woman
tore off her wrappings
and spent the night
showered after
in the hot mists of communal
baths
fell deep in sleep of the after
rapture
arms about...leg over
I was twenty one
she was just eighteen
Neighbor complained she
was too vocal!!
but I like a good rebel
yell
the primitive cry of passion

I Wonder In Myself

I wonder in myself
why someone would say
I've followed Hillary's career
and all she did was help ppl;

I wonder in myself
why anyone would say
"all she did was help ppl
but, I suffrage Trump";

I wonder in myself
circumspected long and hard
about the pain ppl held tight
since the dawn of Reagan;

I wonder in myself
about the fired air traffic controllers
and sickos let out in the eighties
to fend for themselves;

Suddenly Imagine

Suddenly Imagine

Written by: Mario Vitale
Suddenly Imagine

Two faces look deep in the reflection on a lake
Shades of flowers drape the outer perimeter
Out of mere sadness there comes a frantic cry
A storm is brewing in the distance we begin to shake

Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child
A pebble is thrown in the mirror painted glass
Colors illuminate the fragile imagination of the mind
Out of kindness we agree to leave the known destination

Living In Hell

Shackled by endless desire,
the mind is wrecked by poison.
As the soul burns in fire,
happiness is just an illusion.

A prick of the needle,
sends one to false heaven
while in the real world,
the flesh dwells in torment.

With every second lost in life,
the flame of hope grows dimmer.,
Weakened be the will to strive
as the days stretched to years.

This is the hell of one's own making,
the folly of youth, destroying dreams
the addiction that is painting
the future in shades of grim.

Poll Vault:

Vital election
Unnatural selection
Changing direction

Total Eclipse Of The Heart

Total Eclipse Of The Heart

Lines are being formed through a revolution
Shade of grey torn in the variation of the wind
A song to being sung yet I don't know where to begin
As a nation we have come to far not to turn back now

An angelic host of spiritual beings
A chorus is being sung to summon a passing few
We look up to see the eclipse of the sun now torn in two
By choice we live with a whole host of ideas

ambulatories

inkwells of poison
napkin kisses
Valvoline ease
beneath the metal skinned tease
Beneath the Arrow Shirt the stitches
sigh
Demerol High
humidity 96%
I knew
U
would find
time
to lay breadcrumbs
line
like insomniacs wine
dry chardonnay
"Nerobuono"

miles slip wet hissing
rain fled
starved
fed
Sated bed

Avalanches of us
tilting
waves of tumult

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