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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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Evolve Resolve:

Tenacity drives
Perspicacity survives
Veracity thrives

Rhyme II

Does beautiful poetry have to rhyme?
If the words flow like magic, every time
and nature is served with gardens of delight.
Where is need for perfect prose and insight?
The meaning is clear and loves message served,
I search each day for words that preserve
and deliver a rose with a note that reserve
that I will pursue loves secret each day.
No earthly expression encompasses adequate depth
to convey my beloved her meaningfulness.

the internet shows green lights

If only life were to be so green
so serene
all human beings
would have loved to behave naturally
now it seems they have become mossy green
hiding behind trees green
see why I say so below

Women have become bolder than lords...
they now days
strike off with a knife...
those swords...
this once boasted all Lords...

closure for a broken heart

I knew it was over when you spoke about her more passionately than you ever spoke about me. I never experienced heart break, but with every word of adoration your mouth formed about this brown eyed beauty, that didn't come close to my green ones. I could feel it slowly breaking apart.
How could you even talk about her to me, when you knew how much I loved you? Did you want me to resent you? To hate you? To talk about you the way you talked about her when she so selfishly used your love?

Patent Pattern:

To those who prevaricate
And would try and implicate
By means that are intricate
Ones who would illuminate.

For those who malign
Will find that their design
To manipulate does not align
With the plans that are benign.

With this old adage, does one leave
In hoping those spinners perceive
"What a tangled web we weave
When we practice to deceive".

...and the snowbirds flee

crystal morning
sunshine bounces
footsteps crackle

November clouds pounce
a snowflake licks my nose
I think my dog laughs

early winter
fauna are fat, flora, thin
come springtime, not so

ample harvest
root cellar is stuffed
tasty winter

snowflakes
smitten with the wind, twirl
tiny ballerinas

snow fences
a wobbly charm of their own;
a dancing grandma

silence of snow
muffled night
the fire roars

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SUNLIGHT WANING

STARLIGHT WANING

Stars of crystal dimly burning.
a full moon of radiance pale
darken m y way to places unknown.
the world is dying and I follow.
my mind pursues its dreams
but suffers for what it sees,
how sad it is to be…..

Literally Me

Literally Me

I'm a literal poet
I write what I think
Some thoughts are dark gray
While others bright pink
Hidden meanings
Are locked in my mind
Don't bother searching
For what you can't find
My moods play a role
With words I put down
They may make you smile
Or wear a clown frown
Long story short
We all write our own way
And a literal poet
I'll most likely stay

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