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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends May 26th 2024

Mum... You and I

By: Rula

 

Together we witnessed time ebbs and tides:

we went through ups, we went through downs,

yet luckily we got each other's sides,

you and I, you and I.

 

Together, unwillingly, we grew old,

with devestating wrinkles, and white hair.

We both raised families, yet we're still bold

You and I, you and I.

 

Together we laughed, together we cried:

I uplifted your spirits, you got my tears wiped,

we stayed together, side by side,

You and, I you and I.

 

Together we lived for worse and better,

until Alzheimer's stole you, my bank of love,

although you promised to stay forever

You and I, you and I.

 

My Gold

By Mr joghe

 

In whom I spent my old days and nights,

Who rocked me in my cradle;

And fed my pretty mouth with a spoon,

Did weep while I should weep.

How much will I pay

For the pain you’ve taken for me?

 

Who worked that jumper to keep me warm;

Treated me with diffidence and respect,

Her healthy arms always be my stay,

And always admired my prudent face that filled with laughter.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

Who tired me with apology for being tiresome,

And asked twenty questions and never waited for an answer.

My timidity struck her at the first sight;

When she taught me to expect something extraordinary.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I find such a pleasure

In obeying her commands,

That I take care to observe;

Shall soon come to bless me.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I vow, I thought so;

Never, as among queens and princesses

In her age; to be explicit,

I’ve kept very little company

In pretty smooth dialogues with her.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

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Neopoet Weekly 05/12/24 to 05/18/24 Winner!

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Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

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Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

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A Good Man is Passing

Everyone look,
A good man is passing,
Please stand,
And believe me when I say,
A good man is passing,
He didn’t ask for much,
But we did,
So please watch as he passes,
And Listen to what he has to say,
It may be the last time he speaks his mind,
I see the killer at the end of the road,
We may not have much time,
To say our goodbyes,
I wish I knew him better,
Stand,
A good man is passing.

Charade

Charade

Is there death after life,
will we be free from strife
or open some unknown door?
Will rest come to me,
can death set me free
to rest upon a new shore?

Is there death after life,
or some wicked device
designed to cause us more pain?
Is the cycle complete
with sleep our retreat,
will sorrow or happiness reign?

Is there death after life,
cessation of light,
will we walk upon streets of gold?
Must we lie in our grave
unless we are saved
and never the wonders behold?

Conversation

Hello, Holy Father
I have been trying to get in touch
Your secretary said you are booked
For the next millennium

It must be a drag being Immortal
A leader of religion and all
Do you have a hotline
For emergency prayers
You should charge for the dumb ones,
Just some business advice you might consider

I must sound so blasphemous
Not believing in prayers
Even though I truly would like to chat

S L I D E R > D A Z E

crepuscule
here comes the light
slipping from your fingers
like a bolt of rotten satin

your soul lingering
like silverware on chains
your ways are crawling
night is falling

and she will come to you
her thrust within the chest
like a cry in the hidden room
tear stain lush

hush hush
your heart shall rust

Stay

Soft
cool touch of lust
Inviting
shivers of recognition
Beyond
mortal comprehension
Your smell
energy that charges my soul
Sweet
taste of neck to lips
Liquid
embrace of whole
Never
leave me
Your ghost
leaves me pleading
Rush
bids me play
Stay...

Tanka "Japanese Poetry Workshop"

Tanka: # 1
A ghastly screw up
The blue flashing behind me
A dreaded ticket 
Twenty five years clean record
Down the drain one split minute

Tanka: #2
Tell tale smell of death
Secrets, lies, deceit finds light
Troubled sea rises
Pains from past immoral acts
Roll back stone thus uncover

Tanka: # 3
Brain freeze like a rock
Won't allow decisiveness 
Builds stress when I try 
A blinding force guides my thought
When making clear decisions  

JOURNEY: updated

How terrifying it is to see

yourself decay

day by day

and lose reason's sanity

How frightened is the soul.

How sick the heart

when we must face

the unknown.

How lonely is this journey

we all must endure alone.

Mason Jar Flowers

morning
barefoot
linoleum
screeching
reaching
for a bowl
toking
'til crispy
crash
landing
in a rocking chair
to ponder on
...flowers
why not
I dare
who cares
I'm off the grid
cast anew
pots and pans
bullet proof
iron age
mugs and jugs
a leaky roof
cleans the rugs
broken latch
been like that
it'sokay
ai'no thugs

begonias!

I'll whack her a batch
for lunch

The Tree

The tree play's a lonely solitary stance.
Upon the wind it sways and dance's.
Stretching its arm as far it can reach.
Shedding its bounty of pears so sweet.
It is just a tree.
Unlike us it is free.
Proud and strong in a changing moods.
Bearing fruit tender and good.
Still its leaves are shimmering green.
When autumn comes a change can be seen.
Leaves changing color to a golden brown.
And falling softly to a velvety ground.
In the wind you catch the rustling sound.

Mr. Mirror

Hey, mr. mirror, have a minute
Thank god were alone
They would definitely put me away
For speaking to an object on my wall
I don't see anyone else here

See, this cosmos is definitely a woman
No man admits these many moods
One moment she says yes you are a man
Then she says your such a fool

I know I’m talking to myself and it’s a bit weird
Is it homicidal to wish agony was strangled
What if I wanted to kidnap sadness
Does that mean I might need a lawyer

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