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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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Block Doc

I'm in a strange place at the moment,
a no man's limbo land.
My muse has sidled stage left,
cut me loose and let me drift.
She's left me wanting,
exposing my frailty,
revealing an impostor,
a charlatan,
a fraud.
My thoughts are distant
so completely muffled
I can barely hear them, much less connect.
Words do not serve
but dance mockingly ahead,
taunting and jibing,
leaving my mind unsaid.
In sheer frustration
I drag them out, force them to perform

Lost Gratitude

Droplets of heavenly tears,
forming puddles of water on the ground
saving us from the grip of thirst,
yet, many still frown
when the coldness it brings
embrace the flesh
to which they are bound.

Under the sun's glaring heat,
swearing words fill the air.
Grumpy humans, lacking patience
can't see the truth that's there.
If there is no sun,
darkness will spread
across the world.

I'm sorry feels like throwing stones

Ain't that a snap when he makes the words "I'm sorry" feel like throwing stones.

And the world ain't right
when he makes the words
"I'm sorry"
feel like throwing stones.

My life ain't the same
since you made the words
"I'm sorry"
feel like throwing stones.

My world is a lonely place
since you made "I'm sorry"
feel like throwing stones.

TOLERANCE vs.ORLANDO

Those damned queers,
they're twisted, strange,
worse they're not like me.
So any time I can arrange
I keep them far from me.

And transgender? A bunch of freaks.
I keep my distance given the choice
from their stubbled made up cheeks
these manly "females" with deep voice.

Lesbians are competition
for straight guys like me
so despite the repetition
keep them far away from me

DUST OFF

the suns scorch
is warm as a torch
the hot flicker light
of zippos not matte black
shoot flames to Pall
Malls and Lucky Stripes
Humidity drips on damp
straps..armpits and
spines beneath field
packs
As the helio blades
start to woop air
and the turbines
whine like eager
hungry hounds
for the air and hunt

- friend or foe -

a fighting foe at edge of camp
I see your form
then not

ephemeral you are my friend
your shadow slinks
on past

at first I'd swear you don't exist
cerebral twist
a plot

horizon's heated bawdy brawl
the loser is
outcast

such fighting fists of underground
your deathly stare
decreed

at times I'd glimpse a spicy scent
anathema to
my sphere

and then one day you cornered me
defeat would I
concede

Quacks alternate treatment

if all side effects they tell
how will they their drugs sell
then no one will buy them
none living in hell... ..

do you know a quack
once said
I can't treat your breathing problem ..
but catch pneumonia .
and
I will treat you so very well..
your breathing problem
none will then know or tell
even you will feel better
and swell..

so says the drug dealer
so it seems
Albeit silently....

What If The Rabbit Is Ugly?...

He was talking to his girl on the phone as he got into my taxi.
I asked him where he was going and when he said where it was.
I pulled away from the curb and he resumed his kissy-face over the phone.
I heard bits of the conversation, but didn't pay much attention, as usual.
He talked with her all the way over and when we got there; he reached for his money
and said: “Oh, shit! I left my money home! We have to go back!”
I radioed dispatch; and as we started back; I heard him say: “Why, do you want a rabbit?

DIZZYING DRAM

find the vein
puncture test tube gathering
of jettisoned ruby brilliance
collapsed life
like recycled boxed
lost and tossed

the busy emerge
stretches dusk
hours

Ive stepped beyond
checkerboard existance
tasted Lah Lah Landz
innoculated with righteous
desires
turn me loose
hauling chrome I.V. pole
signed waiver to smoke
in the failing sunlight
quiet with the other
denizens of work and
occupation from Forensics

to whom are we wrong to?

times have began to elapse
generations seem to have been lost
who is to be in a lapse?
elderly have not made such boast
whom are we to slaughter?

proud is not the nation of today
young has not been found as yet
years of decades have seen a day
later how to be a pet
witness the hate and say
they have laid it and set
why should we give back a pay
all ancestors did was to rest
whom are we to judge?

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