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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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Early Rising

It's 5 am,
pitch dark and rather cold.
Above, his wife untroubled in her sleep.
Alert for sounds of motion
but contented,
he sits
and softly prays.
"My God you know I'm grateful for all kindness,
one tiny thing I miss,
the day-star rising
... locked as I am
- within
----a tight
------routine."

Hike Coup:

Up the steep incline
Trudging a trail serpentine
View from peak divine

In the Glimmer

In the glimmer of light, that shines through
the East Texas pines, close to dusk,
I stand still aware of a whisper from an opening
that is allowing the light to shine through.
Who are you, I ask, while a million
electric needles pierce my arms.
“I am the light that is the last warm ray
on the first day of summer, sole proprietor of the sun
and holder of humankind’s destiny.
Don’t you know that just like this flickering fading light,
In a minute, it will be over and you will have
no memory of the darkness closing in.

9/11 O SUN

The distance tells me
the life of all is now ebbing
to seed afresh more somewhere else
in the distant horizon
East or may be West

the source of life warms our hearts and hearths too
come my loved one again will you
as the mirage of life now clears up
you alone are
our fire
our love
our master
since ages now 'tis clear

you alone are ours O sunny dear
far from the wilderness of human mind
why did you so far from us resign

Divine Dispensation?

A publicized fear
A few can be nuclear
Is patently clear

O dad where are you..,Now

When dads go away young
they leave behind memories
so fresh
these never ever age
as dad it appears is here still

but who can fight
against an unknown
unseen gods will

We alone have to severe grief
and our left over time kill

I wonder if dad knows or ever will
he must be ether by now
waiting my merger...
O dad
where will we meet
do indicate an RV
and tell me
how I will recognise thee

O heaven believe me
Dad did love me
Only

sitty Lair

air rolls...a basement of books
a bank of public computers
plastic chairs..but comfortable

From my dented heel kicked
fire door to the street
seems a mile

the first half kilometer
tells me the mood of the city
regardless of bleaching scalding
sun..moody weeping weather
or the cold artifact of crisp
freeze yer balls day

headphones on
kit bag slung over shoulder
no money for coffee
kraft dinner rice and oatmeal
left...
tea
television

CARIS

CARIS

I never knew a sadness so deep
than saying good-bye.
I never felt my soul so empty
to think I would lose those dear
to me before my own parting.
I mourn the days before their
coming and fear that worst of
sorrows and desolation…

Money Trial:

Through Capitalism
Swayed by Materialism
Lost Idealism

Flaws

How are the flaws as important as the beauty marks?
We seek perfection only to find the real value is in sharing the flaws,
learning to walk in the light of those scars that add depth to the soul,
inculcating the compassion necessary to grow as human beings.
Without flaws, there is no depth to the soul.
Perfection is our puny attempt to emulate the divine,
a feat that is never achievable and destined to break our spirit.
So share the flaws that allow the bonds of friendship and love,
infuse the compassion and integrate the knowledge

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