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there you are by  leoferaco

 

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Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

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March 2024 Contest Winners!

Congratulations to our contest Winners 

 

Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

Agony by  David Grigorian

 

Congratulations to David Grigorian on his first contest win

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Springtime Brings Fun Time

It's a lovely day
Springtime is on its way
Azalea ‘red slippers’ is in full bloom
Monarch flutters by in all its majesty
Hardworking bumblebees are busy pollinating.

Springtime is busy with life
I hear bumblebees are friendly and won't get agitated if you pet it
Are they flying pandas?
The black monarch bounces from bloom to blossom
pollinates and brings balance to our ecosystem
Springtime brings fun time after the winter blues

I made a good impression today April 19th, 2023...

getting fitted for a new pair of dentures
at Liberty Dental in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania;
The tab picked up courtesy
Aetna Medicare Advantra Cares (HMO D-SNP).

Unfinished Poems

Does there exist a special place
Somewhere safe in time and space
For poems started, bright with thought,
But never finished? Well, there ought
To be an orphanage for verses
Whose forward motion struck reverses
And never quite became complet…

Friday 3 am

Too troubled to speak he grabbed pen and paper — this
in the days before nearly everything everyone was connected interlocked
chained together in the air the ether — and let words flow
words of angst pain rage from the tips of his fingers onto the page

Before Alexa and Siri were with a spoken word available at beck and call
to summon a musical mood or answer a nagging query
the words said there’s nothing to be said that hasn't been said
no matter what you've read original thought is dead

Wait For Me...

I was waiting in line,
just standing there.
Been waiting so long
I needed a chair.

Why was everything
taking so long?
I stood fidgiting,
humming a song.

Long hair and jeans,
a Pink Floyd T-shirt.
I knew in a moment,
this look would hurt

I'd be searched for the drugs,
they knew that I had.
I was a smuggler,
they knew I was bad.

What's in the bag,
that you have right there?
My clothes and a doll
for my dearest, sweet Claire.

The Day John Lennon Died

I had lost a child just five days before,
a stillbirth, and so, time was already meaningless.
Hours bled into each other, and heavy thoughts
settled around me like a fog - cold and empty.

And then came such irrational news that December evening.
Dakota.
Shots fired.
The Catcher in the Rye.
Lennon, dead.

April Again

April again, and back home the snow lilies must be bursting out of the ground.
The crisp New York air must be beginning to warm, the lake just barely starting to turn over thousands of feet below the rocky beaches.
Back home, I know the daffodils must be in full bloom, dotting across the lawn like freckles, yellow and orange and golden in the spring sun.

pot plant love

“You drowned me and I forgot to water you”
The last thing you said to me before you left
For the last time
And my friends still ask who
Are you and why
I am the way I am

I gave you my all
And im sorry that your lush roots liked mine shrivelled

Magic Cookies...

Baking "Magic" cookies today
staying nice, what it's all about
Start the stove, pre-heat that thing
get the ingredients out

Smell of sugar, flour, vanilla
Carmel drops and all things nice
I add the last ingredient
It's my one and only vice

Whir of mixer, relaxing
Heat of the stove, the oven
I'll get it all together
On baking pans and then...

Nice warm cookies, cup of tea
I feel the glow of magic
Couldn't be any better
My favorite cookies do the trick

All that you can be!

Our future grows within us
like leaves upon a tree.
Look beyond your finite view
into eternity.
Cast aside your paradigmn
open your eyes to see.
The truth as it exists,
in tommorrows yet to be.
Give your hopes and dreams
the power to suceed.
Release the gift within your heart
and bless humanity!
The time is here and now
to make a firm decree!
To make the most of what you have
be all that you can be!

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