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2:23am by zach

 

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Early Spring Image Prompt Contest Vote

Early Spring Image Contest Vote

 

Please read the two finalist poems below and click on the vote here link to vote on your favorite poem. Voting ends March 29th 2024.

 

 

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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Neopoet Weekly 03/010/24 to 03/16/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Dancing In The Dark  by  William Lynn

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Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

THE LAST RING by  Jokerface82

 

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The stream (all workshops)

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Communion

Love and hate
interact
produce volatile
reactions,
are you my judge and jury
sequestered
by the dawn, are you my
silence
kneeling on the ground
palms upward
holding the sky?

I am fresh baked bread,
you are the butter. I am
the wheat you are the
threshing. I am hope
you are my leavening.

A re-ocurrance

If indeed the spirit lives on ...

Meet me on the peaks of Chamonix,
crystallized, we can again form our union,
becoming seen air.

Join me in the Red Hawk's talons,
we'll know life, from death, to life.

At the Hall of a Thousand Temples,
our visit claimed in dust,
a stolen landing on Athos,
and the world will smile with you.

At the Great Bear's lodge
gathering momentum
to fly forever
from Chamonix
to Chamonix ...

Come September

Come September
she stands at the bathroom sink
in a glow of soft artificial light
face to face with her reflection
applying nightly moisturizing cream
to the apples of her cheeks and
all the mountains and the valleys
which hold the lines and wrinkles
that tell the progressive
story of her life.
she wonders if it matters
if anything can
stay the hands of time
and she struggles to find
the woman in the mirror
in the girl within her mind

sleep has an element of t

Even sleep has an element of time,
for you just awake after a
slumber
and
then you enter a no time zone
if you don't awake

Till then sleep and awake
as usual,
till slumber does over take,
then you enter the timelessness zone
and
about that there is no mistake.

Till then sleep
and
if you desire awake
then when Sadie is ready
she will come
and
you she’ll take.

Love kinks

crushed delicates
drawered deep and hidden behind
dark pleasured guilt 'til
someone with proclivities
heretofore unbeknownst
entered her boudoir
with enticing toys
inviting her to share
this night
in a carnal carnival
of fetished joy
her loss of shame
was startling, instantaneous
and as satisfying
as sweet morning kisses
caressed in glorious sunshine

More Doors

I must sit down and turn around
be mindful as I sit,

the reason you can't see my face
is it's covered with your spit!

This gravy-train is quite insane
I chew my food real good;

I have a way of saying things
but I'm so, misunderstood!

It's alright, I'll be polite
and say what's on my mind;

if negatives breed negatives
I'll be the other kind.

With borrowed soap, I can't lose hope
and air my cares outside;

R e d . . . K a c h i n k a

crest
stetch split
this mirror break

in cascade shards

a many cast brokenness
collects

dwell splinter dancers
rest

the days yearning host
flush has fled
like funeral candles
and ice on the trim of
the shed

the wamth cup light
appeal

the great Purifier
is here

SAVIOR

You save my heart from being stone
and have done so for so many years
kept this brooding man from life alone
a fate which any sane man fears

For I know one such as I
can't be easy to endure
how often have I made you cry?
far too many times I'm sure

You're the one who melts the ice
every time my soul turns chill
you're the sole one to entice
me back down that frozen hill

I Looked at the Sky Today

I looked at the sky today
and you came into mind,
I wondered if we were
one pretending to be two
or if we were two moving
towards each other like
sunrise to the moon.

Like love.

Pure

Lips that slake the outside thirst
for clear water
leave crimson petals on the glass,
mocking the mask that belies innocence.
.
Rest eludes the racing mind
surrounded by shouts of soul
and eternal fires, yet
sleep would bring another hell.
~
There is no escape
for this unworthy lamb
rejected by the good god
unworthy of a fairytale redemption.
~
She would rather walk alone
than listen to the mocking bleat
bounce pitiful from pew to pulpit,
forever and ever, amen.
~

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