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Voting ends May 6th 2024.

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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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The Visitor

By: Mary Beth Magee

You visit for a moment,

Accept a breath of hospitality,

Then dash away again.

You share your company briefly.

 

But in that time, oh,

The magic you bring.

From tiny eggs to instars

To gloriously patterned wing.

 

I watched you hatch and crawl,

Grow, shed and wriggle.

You change your dress. Your

New look makes me giggle.

 

You give me joy and delight

With your aerial ballet.

My royal friend, magician,

Harlequin at play,

 

Dear monarch, share your gift

Of grand, exuberant joy

With all. Give us eyes to

See, and feelings to employ.

 

You set an example

Of living in the moment.

Let us live so our days

Are likewise spent.

 

Dash on, my friend,

Your destiny calls.

Send your children my way

When the milkweed grows tall.

 

Spring Comes

By: Candlewitch

 

Fields of springy clover

beneath my barefoot toes,

dance-happy feet kick up

a delight everyone knows!

 

Green, green all around,

a heart full of joys untold

rolling over and over in

nature's paradise hold!

 

In gardens of my growing hopes

tulips, buttercups and crocus

flourish healthily blossoming,

as Spring comes into focus.

 

 

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Congratulations! to Alex Tanner on a job well done! 

 

 

Lost Companion  

By: Alex Tanner

We've walked wild blossom filled meadows,

Bees hummed in verdant grass,

Birds sang in leaf clad hedgerows,

Rabbits fled as we strolled past.

 

We've walked through winter woodlands

Snow deep upon the path;

Geese took their flight before us

By ponds like crystal glass.

 

Winter's dawn or Summer's sunset

Together we have been

Inseparable companions

Linked by a common gene.

 

No more to race through bluebell woods,

No more to frighten hares,

No more to roll in autumn leaves,

No more to hear my cares.

 

No more to sit in dappled glade

As you lay at my feet,

Your soulful eyes ne'er left my face

You judged not when I speak.

 

Alone I walk the meadows

The woods in winter too.

And though I walk in silence

I feel your presence through.

 

 

 

 

It is the time of the year to select the winner of the second half of 2023.

Please read the poems below and click on the link below to cast your vote.

Voting will end January 15th, 2024.

 

Fear is Tradition

By: Kristen H

 

 Where I come from

people are afraid

of both failure and success.

 

Stagnation is where we all stay.

Get a safe job.

Live in a safe home.

Have a safe family.

 

No one takes risks

and those that do are

criticized and shamed

into falling back.

 

I decided to give up.

 

I gave up my fears.

I took the risk.

 

Joined the army,

Moved across the country,

Got a tattoo, or 10,

Fell in love,

Moved again,

Went to college,

Had kids,

Moved again,

Went to a trade school,

Moved again,

Got a job in a major city,

And now??

Well, now…

I’m as happy as I could ever hope to be.

 

Meanwhile,

Where I came from...?

It’s exactly the same as when I left.

 

Hot Summer Nights

By: Clentin

Hot

Sweating

Hard to breathe

Keeping me up

Tossing and turning

Keeping my mind awake

Thinking about my life’s goal

What is it that I should review

What actions will I choose to explore

Before the heat takes me back to my dreams

 

Sister Pauline

By: Ruby Lord

I was dressed in school colours, bottle green

On my first encounter with Sister Pauline.

The habit she wore and her stare intensive,

In making me silent, I grew defensive.

 

The courage I had, was pulled straight from my soul,

with Sister Pauline demanding control.

In her weird sayings, she was purposely hard,

And the words that she spoke, I’d disregard.

 

‘Girls, if you’re at a party and the lights go off,

Jump up on the table, yes boys, they’ll scoff.

but tell them the truth, loud and without fear,

I’m a good catholic girl, don’t come near’

 

‘And if a boy asks you to sit on his knee,

Don’t agree without a phone directory.

Better practice is to use two such books,

Bad boys want you tight upon their hooks.’

 

I figured out why she’d stand by her word,

Sister Pauline’s statements, cried, I’m absurd.

Clear frustration in this woman that I knew,

And resentment, because her lovers always withdrew.

 

Success is What You Make It

By: M. Browne

 

To me, success is more than a seven letter word

For finally, no more failure is heard

In the silent echoes of dawn

I feel as free as a bird

Success whispers, a journey drawn

 

To me, success is a painted canvas with colours unseen

Breaking the comfort of everyday routine

Becoming bold towards something new

It's growth within, more than a dream

For failure had never alone grew

 

To me, success is what you make it

Through tough times, I'll never quit

Recalling when they told me to abort

But I won't give up, I will commit

For it's their words that I had fought

 

To me, success is an old-told tale

It is a journey ready to set sail

Practise and not giving into fears

I've worked so hard, I mustn't bail

For I've given my blood, sweat, and tears

 

To me, success is not a distant goal

For I have given the depths of my soul

Repeat and repeat until well polished

I sit by my phone awaiting the call

Soon I will see all that I've accomplished

 

Make Me Laugh

By: Ruby Lord

Start with a smile,

And tell me a joke,

make me laugh,

my funny bloke.

 

Tell me again

fill life with fun

reel them off quick

until I am done.

 

Laughing my socks off

take to the stage

honing your humour

my comedian sage.

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