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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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The stream (all workshops)

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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

The busy city street, the quiet country lane
I know which one of these that I would choose
only one conveys me away from cluttered pain
so watch me as I don my walking shoes

As busy buildings fade with each unforced tread
and the raucous noise becomes a freeform mantra
I slowly lose my constant source of dread
and all the world becomes my growing tantra.

Pollonated and Picked... ( or Pap )

Pollinated and Picked… (or Pap)

It’s not just that I’m a Bee,
that gives my life a bit of
buzz. But being a Bee is me,
so you being a being and
being here once suited all of us.

I’m buzzing about here being my
planet, and sharing this planet’s
space with an all seeing human being.
I pollinate he or she picks it’s one of
life’s little tricks, he and she being
the beings all seeing.

Twisted stone

twisted stone
towers
arch like
broken backs
across a
brown-green sky

they are
monumental recognitions
of my tired,
worn,
long
nights
of waiting for the sun

the river runs red

while through the window
acrid smoke
spews and leeks
from hunks
of twisted steel
leering,
smirking
with 12 watt
halogen eyes
and burnt rubber
legs

yet i see
past

thorn of rose

your poem reminds me of
the rose that I once was

who ever tried to prick me wrongly
I pushed ahead my thorn

whosoever loved me
I lay bare all with which I was born

my petals
no resistance
till another rose like me was born

The guys went forlorn
as many came over to my fertilizing lawn..
when many more colourful roses were born
morn after morn

sad so many continued to be torn
mans world they say
why were you a gal born?

COVER ME

All imperfections are camouflaged
with the snow so pure and white
which softened all the hard edged corners
when it fell to earth last night.

And I am but a rough hewed man,
a fact which all around me know
who needs a gentle soul like you
to
.....be
.................My
..........................snow.

Resting my iambic feet

while cruising through the tunnel of dead
at lightning speed but not in haste
before reaching the point I dread
I thought of taking a much needed rest

because it was a sort of final chance
to get my sonnet rhyming rhythmic right
I paused to take an appreciative glance
before moving from the darkness to light

quick read in for delete== 1.5 years old Nature spoke

Nature seeks

Just go back a couple of years ...say what was the population during the...
Time of Buddha & Christ and thereafter
Twenty apple trees could perhaps feed the lot......
Today we have 100 guys/gals/folks
visiting the wash rooms per hour,
so compare their human waste
why try only in haste
but try and population make chaste

procreate less if you will
enjoy sex which you must
but then educate yourself too
pollution will as of now continue

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