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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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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?

Luxurious Peace

Only peace sign is on a foreign car
With it, the door's ajar
Asking you to enter,
Come experience the splendor

Of your blood, sweat, and tears.
Never-minding who was stepped on
To get the higher praise after years
Slithering. The regret's gone

As soon as you hear the VROOM
Victory is consumed.
Disregarding the speed limit.
Hardened; Forgetting feces is scented.

N U B B L E `

Orange soda
rings on a caramel
leather dash
Odometer gives it up
as one fifty eight K
Barely broke in
Florida car
rooftop gunwale
rot
this Interstate cruiser
hauling north
the rainslap wipers
throwing off a hurricanes
efforts
slow drip on drivers door
but keeps dry the iron
beneath the six way
electric seat

ORLANDO

In the face of tragedy or disaster
That befalls your fellow man,
Take your moment of silence,
Your thoughts and prayers,
Your signs of the cross,
Your hypocritical sympathies
And condolences,
And shove them.

Take the preachers,
Priests, rabbis, imams
Shamans and witch doctors
You seek out for
reassurance and validation
And shove them, too.

APOCALYPSE OF ONE

APOCALYPSE OF ONE

how soon it comes
this apocalypse of one.
how helpless when
nothing can be done,
and so it is with all
creatures human:
the soul grieves as
the flesh agonizes
and the spirit languishes
in hopeless longing

MAYBELLINE START

upper floor landing
with its creaks and
twenties design
the stained glass
portal to the porch
where the dopers
smoke and discuss
politics
write free verse
critiques to the local
goverment
they always have the
best hydroponic
yet still ode to the
classics roll em in
Zig Zag
The old Zenith console
with beer rings and
its patina of dusk
basks in its corner
on the landing
when I sit on the
stairs behind the
Lazy-Boi I can see
the hairdresser

A Flock Of Callous Haikukus

a stick and a rock
a cockroach climbs one, I smash
it with the other

Willard couldn't bowl
he's a bird, Richard said
then he killed himself

blubbering clouds
soon dry up and disappear
hopefully, you will

talk is not cheap
silence is fools gold
psalm of the rapper

fuck salvation, but
sound the bell, I like the word
tintinnabulation

she took my money
to buy me a stupid gift
I returned her

age is just a number

smile and love age is just a number

His un-surpassable
tooth less smile
try and beat it

a lovely rainbow bird
always a perpetual rainbow
come rain or snow

from a journalists point of view
all is relative
even
among relatives

I see beauty first
it quenches my thirst
as I am deaf and partially blind
age of anyone I don't ever mind

I have to make amends...
.with like minded aged friends...

all is relative says the master

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