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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!

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Contest Vote

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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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WATER IS LIFE

An enemy of none.
Like a fountain dispersing
All around ,side by side.
The pure liquid ,
That gives birth to life.
My heart is craving,
My spirit need more.

Only a drop can save a life,
Even a little wet gives hope.
The an arthropod wants most.
Like an infant see it ,
Cries until it’s given to him.
Through the door of a soul,
It saturate and be sustained.
For water is life.

The Blackbird tide

Time interred by the slow procession of clocks
Each clack tick of black on white
Facing out, is a beating wing,
Of time attempting to flee

I know that you think like me,
Our minds are full of blackbirds,
Wind gusts, lost bees, blown
Off course by the night tides
Of the cold particle sea.

The thick of night,
The weight of night,
It enfolds darkened arms around,
All who sleep and dream inside
Without a sound, exposed

A Rare Gem.

Loneliness dangled my heart back and forth,
through void spaces under the winter cold,
yearning for your lush cuddles and warmth,
treasured far above the priciest gold.

In fealty my heart rests in a chest,
safe and secured waiting for you my love.
Yes, the one I have chosen as the best,
a rare gem, no one else will my heart crave.

You alone make my ardor flow upstream;
endowed with eerie verve, a queer prowess,
that steers my yearnings with an ecstatic helm
to a fruition realm of breathlessness.

Rudyard Kipling’s If - Updated

If you can keep your head when all about you people are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when everyone doubts you, but make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise,
If you can dream and not make dreams your master,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,

Botulism

Emotions feel much less like
they are bottled up
more like they are canned
poorly
waiting to spill, sticky and dense,
from a leaky unboiled
Mason jar
or waiting to sour and sicken
everyone who shares the meal

Lucky boy friend

I recall seeing a gal
eyeing her boyfriend

he looked at her too
she waved come over
and there and then
right in the open
she jumped upon him
like a cat does on a lady

she clawed at him tightly
and they smooched
all could see

none bother in the west
as must be knowing ye

she pulled him closer
and went behind the trees
what must have happened next
is any body's guess

HELLO GOODBYE

In life we laugh
In death we cry
We say hello
We say goodbye
We’re born to live
Yet, we live to die
WIZDUMBs by JA 744

Pander Bare:

Mission Occident
Capital shifting intent
Illegal torment

She Called Me An Idiot Again

She called me an idiot again,
which is a step down -
admittedly,
from telling me she wished a bullet would pass through me,
or that I'd be run over
on the side of the road.

Last week
my therapist told me
that I've no idea what a healthy relationship
would even look like.

Alice Grown Up

Leaves are falling
and floating down the stream.
The water is loud today.
I like to follow them with my gaze
just because they are passing away.

The water is loud today.
These days it can be heard
just because no other sounds left.
They flew away with the birds.

I live in the world
of sounds and smells.
If it's not for the birds
something else would make
a great deal of noise,
something else would smirk.

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