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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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DECOPAUGE

pause
paisse

crush your midst
lean nude upon
the frame
coated in the cruel light
the cold of night
pressed in the shape
rising
basalt
seamless

the light burns
in its urn
upon the wall
the television
an eye
the blue headlamp
stalled

the bruises
run up
creep like
shadows
the brilliant
eye
glitters
hot
sad
haunted
lost

Hold me my love

So soothingly
so beautiful
coming from the cream
of modern youth,

my time since then
you make me recall
you wet my lips

and

Whet my appetite...

I love her still
though tis late,
sans we are
sans all

But still we admire the years,

like you we did once kill
but desire lingers still,
let’s be a part of youth again
and
ask time, to for a while stand still....

I and she try still....

Delivering Male

I'm secure in my maleness,
never give it a thought
but after events this morning
even I said " what "?

To me it was cold,
sporting two shirts,
had to get the girls up
for school and work.

My daughter had made
a delicate bracelet,
pink and yellow beads,
in my hair, she placed it.

I turned off the fans,
my wife likes it cold,
but here I was shivering,
needing a coat.

Pastoral poem

A cool summer rain is a blessing,
a panacea.
A wild winter wind is a cursing,
a cursing of God.
A warm autumn gale is relieving
from mad summer heat.
Spring has a special breeze sent from that God-
a cool summer rain.

Bright brittle light allows no lies
on my country's ancient hard worn lands
where indifferent spirits stay uncaring hands
from us who swarm it like so many flies.
Unlike the misty intimacy of Eire
for the numinous is ever present there.

But come the night over southern skies
the brittle bright light disappears in hued sands
sublime opens high over this outstretched land
as ethereal webs unfold a thousand eyes.
Unlike in the misty intimacy of Eire
the numinous shares the spacious outback's prayer.

Pastoral Poem Number One (Pastoral Poetry WS)

I close my eyes and hear it beckon me
recumbent countryside of being’s realm
a voice that whispers, come, be city free
with such desire, my heart is overwhelmed

to leave the dank and dirty urban street
its people tired, too busy much to care
to find a place with friendly souls to meet
and taste and feel and smell the rural air

see animated murals as they form
feel ever-changing landscapes, as they push
intensely fragrant pure ambrosial storm
from multispectral flowers of the bush

******G L I M P S E********

Hot charade
smolten
trease

melting in the glare
of winters cool dare
fitted upon the wooden
legged logic
of an ego
Bare

Haunted is the rock
an auburn glide
the wild eye
stripped to the
essential beauty
the essential depth
lashes like palms
mirage of mercury
sotto straddle
cherry rosen
hips
the promised lips
turned
a window
clear

Mirth decandent
ruinous doubts
the broken hearts
like ghosts linger
bout'

SUNSET (Collaborative pastoral workshop) (Stan & Rula)

In a rocker near the sliding door
he stares outside this winter's day
not saying what he's looking for.
Look closely, his eyes are far away.

For they are focused in the past
and forests where he used to roam
or streams on which he used to cast
far from this retirement home

The rocking went on, forth and back
as the sun set and rose again
while in his heart he kept a track
of spaces he'd escaped his pain.

Flirting with Ms. Sonnet

she looked so charming that I got deceived
she caught my eye with her pretty silk gown
I chased her around every street in town
i wished my good intent be well received

my flirting with her kept on getting strong
I tried to match her longish leggy stride
my legs were hurting bad the more I tried
is she good enough or did I get it wrong?

Stray Cat (Pastoral Poetry WS)

I used to befriend a stray cat
who was abandoned by his master
His once white fur has turned filthy
from his many adventures

My heart longed to keep him
but my parents won't allow it
so all I do is play with him
whenever I can make it

At times I fed him,
just to watch him eat
there's some happiness
in doing a good deed

Then a day came
that made me cry
I found him hurting
from the acts so vile

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