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Selections from Lexington Poetry Month 2022

Howdy Poets! It’s the holiday season so here’s a little gift: a poem of yours has been selected to be published in the 2022 Lexington Poetry Month Anthology! You can scroll down and see all the poems selected (or crtl+f the name you wrote under last June to find yours). Thank you for writing with us last June, and if you feel like it, consider supporting our community through our Patreon Page!

First NameLast NameLast Last NamePoem
ZoyaAbbasJune
DebbieAdamsCooperI/Me/My/oh Why?
NelAfenyaall bluff no ring
SylviaAhrensLetter, Unwritten
ajamajamlike sister like sibling
AlissaAlissaLike when I bite my lip
JosephAllenNicholsFeather & Scale
MaryAllenThe Dig
AmandaAmandauntitled
t.landryuntitled
angeljkayangeljkayMetaphor Dice: Erudite Expansion
LindaAngeloFound Poem
ArwenArwenPicking the Chair at the Family Reunion
atmospheriqueatmospheriquepls (pink lemonade)
AustenAustenHouse, Circa 1911
EllenAustin-LiCantilever
BodyBaghdadH2O
TrishBaldwinwhy must I make my head so full of things
AngelaBariTokens
JenniferBarricklowRose-Colored Glasses
JenniferBeckettFuel
GabyBedettiTradition
BlackTreeBlackTreeIt’s all about Letter’s & Number’s Leading 2 Words to be an Up Right Man.
AllenBlairdandelions
thebluegrasswarblermarigolds and motor mounts
RachelBollmanTidy Up!
DadbotGarden Children
LukeBrannona sigh
KendallBrookefisherman rick
JoseyBryantSometimes
LindaBryantThe Path
BillBrymerThe Desk
CallieBudrickBOOTS.
JenniferBurchettWell-Trodden
MichaelBurnhamTanka
ElizabethBurtonWe Aren’t Cat People
BeverleyByers-PevittsTrelle II
TomC.HunleyMy Chili Recipe (An Ars Poetica)
NoelCagneyHiero Phantom
LindaCaldwellPoem for Jupiter and Saturn
VeraCalypsePeople Pleaser: by “Magical Powers” Girl
PamCampbellAn American Sentence V
CarrieCarlsonIt’s What’s Inside That Counts
DustinCecilfingers entwined
AutumnColemanThe F Word
MaddieColemanThe Ferris Wheel belongs to the younger Me
AmandaCorbinXI: Justice
SeanCorbinEncountering a Blue Heron on Richmond Road
PhilipCorleyWearing T-Shirts from the Last Job
ColetteCrownRooms #1
CathyCultice LentsWAITING
SteveCummingsbetter worlds
AmyCunninghamRugbeater (with instructions)
EmmaDthey say
PamDIn My Own Little Corner
D.D.R.G.D.D.R.G.New me
D.R.C.D.R.C.Shadow + Light
ColemanDavisLinda’s Hair
LeslieDavisOde to the Lafayette Track Team
DeeDeeCats and Dogs
BernardDevilleKitchen Table Issues
TabithaDialCurrency
MeredithDillIvy
LaddDingleyMilk Duds
PaulaDixonFodder
MartaDortonribbons
huntere.westenhoferOde to the Nuances of My Body
RyanE.what I remember of the train stations in Stockholm, Sweden
ElaineElaineAnother shooting at three a.m.
HBElamHere is this week’s Explanation of Benefits.
CarrieElam SpillmanBox fan
LeifEricksonKoan for Forgiveness 0f the Self
ESDSESDSAlmost Aligned
KateFadickboneyard
MairaFaisalMy First American Sentence on the Last Day
LibbyFalkJonesAir Born, or Shopping the Virtual World
nettiefarrisRoom 217: Estes Park, Colorado
MadonnaFechterChipmunk
AmyFiggsPost-Op
DavidFlynnClean Living
LauraFoleyPorch Swing
LindaFreudenbergerAnchored
GregFriedmanFull
MorghanFullerSpring Cleaning
MichaylaGatsosBooks and Coffee
KarenGeorgeWhat I Found There
KrisGillisIn a Stranger’s Kitchen
DebraGlennbare walls
GoldieGoldieHopes proposed by perfidious prospects, simpering bows of a Dreamers Christmas
NancyGourdeSelf Song
KathleenGreggode to my sister
AnnieGriggsI Love You
MannyGrimaldiTake a maple seed
VictoriaGrossOffering
H.A.H.A.Faucet
SheldaHaleSWEET THINGS
AnnHaneyThe Story of Dust
PaulettaHanselMy Unfinished Poems of June
KatieHassallPower Outage
stefanihellerRandom people from my life #1
TaniaHornehandbag
DonnaIsonCatnap
J.L.J.L.Where Your Heart Is
H.JamesHope to Sleep
JazzyJazzyChill E
NancyJentschSand and Stars
JerielleJerielleHeat Wave in Austin
PatrickJohnsonGarage Sale
ChristinaJoyFuneral Coffee
jstpoetrySpaceship Couch
Ka`imilaniKa`imilaniGrandmotherhood
AbbyKaneThank You Notes
KimKayneShaverWhite Lace Curtains
KerfootKerfootI am a sum of all I took
clkirbyall because of the grand budapest hotel.
MichelleKnickerbockerSugar Plum
A.R.Koehlergym rat
KWKWIn the Moment
MLStephensThe Potter
L.M.H.L.M.H.Confession
JimLallyThe Junk of Sardis
laneylaneymy birthday
LaurenLaurenA list of facts, or things that rhyme with thread
AndreaLawlerKenopsia or the Erieness of places left behind
SueLeathersI buy another ticket to the circus
NatashaLeeOlive
LeToniaLeToniaI AM
AlveraLisabethReadin’ My Way from a Suburban Porch Smack Dab into My Mama’s Lap
LittleBirdLittleBirdTable
JustinLittrellSunday Supper
LucyLucyRestless
LennartLundhM-1 Garand, 10-round Clip
SusanM.StephensIt could be two months or two years
MackaeMackaeSpace Haiku
MagnoliaMagnoliaSometimes I Resent You
MariMariOld Age Message
lisamartinSilence
DeannaMascleDoors
ErinMathewsHow It Ends
KristiMaxwellBig I
JayMcCoyChristmas at the Asylum
ChristopherMcCurryOn Having a Day to Ourselves
SteveMeadowsHosting the National Speech and Debate Tournament in Louisville; Haiku 1
F.Mellorwords from a 7 year old.
ToniMenkHouse Pet
MadisonMillerComing Home
MistyMistyBrass Elephant
mtpoetmtpoetMemory
CourtneyMusicHand it Down
KevinNanceThe Napkins
HunterNelsonAt a Burrito Bar
SueNeufarthHowardDad
MaryNicholsNeighbor – North Limestone
K.NicoleWilsonIf I Had’a
RenaNuttThinking about C
BronsonO’QuinnWhat if…
MalindaO’QuinnPickle Magic
MelissaOlsonentropy
RyanOppegardMoney
PatOwenHis Shoes
YersiniaP.Shapes
KatherinePaisleyMosh Pit
NolliePalmerWhetstone
RaynyPalmerthe bends
SonyaPavonahouse alone
MayaPembleSon of Cups
PepitaPepitaReplay
CathyPerkinsMy Feelings About Coloring or Sitting Around Wasting Time
CadencePermanI Met A Girl
LizPratherSunday School: The Dancing King
DennisPrestonDressed Up
JordanQuinnto the working poets
M.R.HeltzelFor Us
R.RadR.RadLittle Brown Dog
RobinRahijaMorning
AustinRathboneNight Flare
SabneRaznikLove Story
AaronRedingSomething Borrowed
MilesRedingOCD & the fascination with keeping oneself alive
DelmarReffettSketches from a Federal Flood Zone: II
Amy Le AnnRichardsonGrasp
JuliaRichersonCat eyes
ReneeRigdonTwo Bits
JessRoatProcrastination Takes Action, a Villanelle
BethanyRobinsonHomesick
JasmineRobinsonBusker
KatrinaRolfsenLucky Charm
RoniRonivi
DarleneRoseDeMariaOn a Bench
BobRouseBaseball never leaves me
MaggieRuthmy father’s laughter
AmaniS. K.your/my dad
samsamnew notches in the doorway
RobertaSchultzLive as if You are Already Dead
screamin’ianscreamin’ianuntitled as well
DouglasSelfIsolator
R.SextonFall Beans
HAROLDSHERMANHOW TO GET GUESTS TO LEAVE BY 11 P.M.
SusieSlusherBinge and Purge
NicoleSmithShower Thoughts
DonSolarzThe whole world is a single flower
MyaSophiaOf a morning
JaySt.OrtsRelic: Fruit of the Tomb
GwynethStewartBLT
KaterinaStoykovaThere
ReganStrehlBrought to you by Rage & Insomnia
DebraStuartTribute to an Old Friend
MelvaSuePriddyLoss & Emptiness Are Not the Same Thing
JessicaSwafforduntitled
LouiseTallenOnly One
AshleyTaylor6/1/22 Under the Magnolia Moon
j.ltaylorcleaning out the fridge
tejatejachecking
TaunjaThomsonHollow
BrigitTruexFossil Find
ShaunTurnerApocrita
beckturneyvirtual family
BeatriceUnderwood-SweetPiercing
JulesUnselOde to Carl
upfromsumdirtupfromsumdirtthe soapbox at the yardsale
I.UrsoFlip-Flops
Z.Z.Van TappanVan TappanYou Haul
BillVerbleBug Spray
VioletVioletdecorating
PatrickWaldenBruised Papers
S.WatsonHand-me-down
KatelynWeldonRaw
M.WellsWellsIn the universe, I’m a speck
wendyjettwendyjettCigarette
DickWestheimerI Have Wasted My Life*
EricWillisThe Weight of Water #5
MikeWilsonOMG
ScottWilsonWanderer’s Song
EmilyWithenburyFrom Further On Down The Hardwood Halls
VictoriaWoolfBaileyYard Ornaments
DangerfieldYellaLoves Taxicab Blues Last Day of Spring or Summer in the City
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Relic: Fruit of the Tomb

He was relic’d underwear—
Riddled with holes,
Stretched out of shape,
Stains of unknown origin
In colors of indeterminate shades—
Once cradling quite modest fruits

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June 30th

We’ve come to the end of June,
And I realized my vacation is ending.
July will fly by,
And August will begin
another school year.
Time is elusive and
Each day is a miracle.

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Eureka

That first class was 
scary, hot, and challenging.
But something clicked,
and it didn’t matter
that I:

      lacked a cool outfit
     was overweight
     struggled with balance

I belonged,
on my mat
in that community
which radiated

compassion, creativity, and acceptance

So I’ve stayed,
opening my third eye
stretching ligaments, tendons, muscles
expanding my awareness of the universe
exploring options,

wending my way home.

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The Prophet Of June, On To Conquer July

June is my month to grieve-

It wasn’t supposed to be a prophecy

 

That boy was not supposed to die

And it wasn’t supposed to hurt this much

 

My aunt was not supposed to be the drunk

Running out of a burning house

My uncle was not supposed to be the arsonist

 

Our friendship was supposed to blossom and flourish

Not be cut at the bud, tossed and forgotten

We were set to conquer the world

Not be caught up in it

 

It was supposed to be like two years ago

When a teenage boy was still alive, and marriages were still intact, and we-

We were the ultimate duo.

 

June has left me lonely

It wasn’t supposed to be a prophecy

 

Quotes: “Dumb Truths: by Dumb Girl: vi” “existing as a day: ii”

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Red Dread

sun my nemesis
sunblock heavy enemy
of my enemy

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Poem

Painful moment

Turkey vultures picked at his lifeless body
on the road before me
i looked away.
He was a baby raccoon hit by a car left 
to die all alone.
Another one of life’s painful moments
i couldn’t bear to watch.

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Poem

Key Lime Pie

I had never made a pie,
but this was the one
you always ordered.

I found a recipe,
and either walked or
biked to the store-

I only recall 
hoping regular limes 
would do the trick.

It did not quite
hang together, 
and the color was off,

but oh that crust –
butter, graham crackers!
Prettily filling the Pyrex.

You drank too much
on your birthday
to give it a taste,

and the next night,
I was saving it for you
to try, to see I tried, but

he cut a jagged slice,
proclaimed it sour,
and tossed the whole thing.

I never knew
if you even recalled
that I made it.

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Poem

Something Borrowed

Our clock has begun
to show its age.

Seconds slip
between its fingers,

shine with memory,
shatter softly.

I do not know
if the minutes lost

have withered
to nothing

or if they, like us,
live on.

 

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Poem

infinity

i promised i would write about you 
but i can’t

for i fear that whatever i wrote 
would never graze all that you truly are, 
offer, and posses. 

what all you mean to me. 

so i won’t 
for it would put you to shame

so please forgive me
for i fear this is the best that i can do. 

i promise i shall never break another promise, 
or at least try not to.