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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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Earth-ache

The sweet dream,
A horrendous scream
Aborted.

Secret inner fears,
Now to the extreme
Ignited.

Seeking a gleam
Out in the night
I hurried.

Greed- sharpened claws,
Dripping blood
The soil deeply clenched

Dying Planet
Past glorious days helplessly
Mourned.

Droves of lost earthlings
Dark streets
Roamed

Ravenous sharks ,
biophagous marauders
I recognized

Scrumptious baitballs,
fleshy quarries
Oddly ignored

I’m not Blind! Or Am I?

I am not colour blind
But blind,
And my hearts’
Not red,
I’m told it’s white
Red hot
That's how I live
So ever after,
happily

Let love be blind
But under the sheets
No lights are needed
Tis the warmth of the hearth
The breath
That we value most
You love me
And
I’d you toast

So is loves divinity
A gift of eternity
Where’s the need
Of others invasion,
When love and lust
Can be the very most
Satisfying equation

a shred of... (3 of 3)

where old eyes were
stares back with crinkled decree and inked sockets
mouth opening to howl but there is
just the writing filling his brims
the coiled sheet within
crawls and stretches slowly
shifting out and beyond all orifi

DRAINAGE

The tide flows in from the sea
Bringing in great things from abroad
Big merchant ships berthing at ports
We dredged our water ways

Digging deep muddy beds and swamps
Our produce ebbed with a hiss to the sea
Our kids in pursuit of greener pastures
Craze for visas, a wave of brain drain

Boats and canoes in shallow waters
Like leaves dropped in running rain water
Empty the drift into the Atlantic
And are buried with the flood

ANCIENT ARISEN

ANCIENT ARISEN

Ancient arisen yet only two quarters into life,
soul with fire i will not fall to the dark this night.
Go gentle at the close of this day,
for an old arisen man, leads with the light.
Two quaters and the knowing, born from dust
with ease,
to return spellbound if i must.

Hot Pursuit

Been scouring the interweb, trying to procure
A simple little gadget that’s available, I’m sure
I’ve never seen one advertised, not even on TV
If you know where they sell them, can you get in touch with me
E bay had some stuff to find a buried treasure chest
But nothing that would help locate, the object of my quest
I need to get one quickly, before they disappear
To lose them all completely is, by far my greatest fear
Their numbers dwindle daily,and as more and more abscond
I wish that there was someone who could wave a magic wand

Undone

he is outspoken
but too many words have gone unsaid
she's in his heart
he's in her head
they're broken, lying in their bed

so he said
could you love me?
i'm so lonely
push is coming to shove
who have you been dreaming of?
are you sure
am i still yours?

why don't you leave me, lovely
'cause you've drugged me
with your moonlight
with your eyes
i guess we're no surprise
coming undone.

CLARITY OF DAWN (some Haiku)

Before the sunrise
autumn colors clearly seen
without the blue haze

All is frosted white
as last stars desert the sky
chased by rising sun

Silence rules the world
no breath of wind stirs the air
the morning stage waits

The still is broken
by the sharp snap of a twig
as a doe drifts by

* seems I can never write just one Haiku lol

I've lived long enough
that everything I've ever hurt
has hurt me back,
and that's just my body talking.

I walked too many miles on stilettos,
ran too long with my back out of whack,
fell on black ice, once too often and been
hit from behind three times,
my vehicle worse for the wear and tear,
my extremities frost bitten for the art of undress.

Piss Off...

Your gods are imaginated, your values really suck
I'm everything you've hated and I don't give a fuck
What makes you think that you're so great;
" I'm better than you are? "
Compared to you, a maggot, is a flaming star

Perverted priests of your religions, bugger little kids
Our leaders have us broken, we're on financial skids
You talk about world peace, while destroying other's citys
Blow up little children, while they're sucking mommy's titties

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