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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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ABOUT RAINBOWS

ABOUT RAINBOWS
[In memory]

I’m sorry for the words
I never did say
and all the things
I didn’t do for you.
I’m sorry for the silent days
and my stubborn ways.
But most of all I’m sorry
you never did see
the rainbow in me.

OF HUMAN BONDAGE II

OF HUMAN BONDAGE

I am flesh and soul
I give of my seed
as I give of my heart
I am predator and prey
passion and prayer
and attrition for my sins.
I am nothing more than
who I am
nothing less than
what you want me to be.

DI SCHIAVITÙ II

sono carne e anima
do’ del seme volentieri
come del cuore.
Sono predatore e preda
passione e preghiera
e attrito per i peccati miei
Sono nulla di più che sono
niente di meno che mi dai...

The Constancy

The Constancy
________________________________
I hear a bird chirping sweetly
under the sound of your voice,
while we talk about nothing and everything
over the phone some mornings.
I imagine the bird is content
but I don't know.
.
I am slowly imploding.
Slowly crushed by the limits
of this faulty container.
It's an odd world from my perspective.
When I gave up the whys, I gained peace,
I am getting better all the time.
in a way.
.
There is a constancy.

The Time Trusters

I spied him briefly you know.
I'm of course referring to my muse,

and from what they say, (I'm on a need to know basis because there are many things I don't need to know.)
he simply bolted upright, got to his feet, and then headed straight for my brain;

where, I might add...he's been causing havoc ever since!
But, I digress; and quite simply try to do and look my best all of the time.

I have regular days where I do fall a "tad" short;
whatever a tad, is. It must be some increment of vague measure,

Empty Swings

I walked without the laughter of the children
I felt empty, and so alone, the world may have ended
Please tell me I am wrong? I cannot see!
There seems to be an empty space in front of me.

Yesterday they were here, I heard them so
Please tell me what has made them go?
I cannot see it's hard for me to listen to emptiness.
Just tell me I am wrong and it won’t be long.
Before the children return.

A new look:-

I'm listening...

When another makes the effort
To reach out and touch someone
There are ears that listen
To the message in all sum

No matter the rejection
Keep trying to be heard
Just try and try again
Someone reads your word

Loving and being loved
It’s not easy, so I’m told
In a world that does not hear
In a world that’s cold

There is warmth here, in some hearts
for those who pay attention
Just who they are and where
There is no need to mention

DAYDREAMER

All he does is sit all day
before a window looking out,
what little hair he has is gray.
I wonder what he thinks about.

That window fronts on a small wood
there behind the nursing home.
He'd love to walk there if he could
as in his youth he used to roam.

But he is stuck in his wheel chair;
a stroke and bad hips keep him bound.
His eyes tell he'd rather be out there
beneath the trees on shaded ground.

words coinage

words coinage

poetic
creativity
challenge
rhyme
rhythm
sound of music
praise self
by
others the vivacious:

forspacious skies

in a foggy fjord
a monk, turned warlord,
was starcrossed
by a second fate
rightous victory waned
like cold crystal diamond fire
in the big blue ice

cue up despair
like a bitter old man

like the three sorrows
that are Jerusalem

like dark houses
in mourning and rembrance

time for the big empty

wait!
a plan
a daring escape
impetuous
but, for him, as inevitable as death for all others

The wild Side Of Oblivion

The Wild Side Of Oblivion

Meet me on the wild side of oblivion
By shadowed moonlight
we can play at being what we will never be
by day

Smoke filled skies
essence of dust filled dreams
astride a pure white stallion
with lightening hooves

In fields of poppies and lavender
petals for a bed
there to sleep between rain drops
and be as one

Only on the wild side of oblivion

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