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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!

This week the Neopoem is

 


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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WOUNDS updated

WOUNDS

My wounds bleed
hard and deep
My heart is blind
to its own light
and my soul seeks peace
fleeing far from itself
into distant places
Let the madness come
and all knowing be done !

He sings to me

He sings to me

I"m the happiest when
i'm within the one note you sing to me
eavesdrop quietly
a faint back into a prism of lyrics
too absolute to possess
I let it breathe then rest
on the abstruse center of my back
a scale pulse decrypt rungs nexus intricacies
a looped spinal cord
emancipate movement to the accompaniment of fingertips
a prod boney keys
to lessen her aches and pangs so as to create again in chancel

© 2012 Lepadah

Autumn Walk

grinding ink
rice paper for the haiga
ginkos remain

maple leaf dances
across stony creek
syncopated

warm sunlight
red leaf filtered
brisk breeze

dried leaves swirl
raise and fall on the eddy
cul-de-sac

dead birch stands out
among red gold and orange
old ghost

black and white
ink streaked rice paper
fall colors appear
 
 

 

Smile

When dark becomes the night
no moon nor stars in sight
but woes, sighs and cries,
how sadly look the skies.

Then bright shall come the day
to sweep that dark away.
The sun, shining for miles
adorns the skies with smiles.

Thor (constructive feedback workshop)

.
He rumbles in the distant haze
feet heavy
in the groaning grey’s
grumble and quiver
and threatens
to let loose the deluge
held in promise
by the hovering black
as he incites air-quake with every angry step

Changes

I am not dead
I am just changing
Unfolding as a rose
tipped by dew
in warm basking
of freedoms light
... Alive yet incoherent
Solving my enemies
as queens to pawns
Eclipsing the moon drops
of Aslan and his armies
Meadows of heather,
lilac and lavender
Mushrooms ballooning
across eastern east
The dragon smoking
puffing his pipe
while crawdads race
across marble floors
in the crystal palace
Hello!!!
there my Lyrical one
Sing me a song about

I Sing of Caramel Swift Electra !

A decided hitch has come to fruition
sabotoging the glide in my stride,
Worcestershire nights, so cold and damp

the Northern Lights makes us want to go, hide;
there's truely magic in the air!
Better walk it off, before it starts to cramp!

Salty, lemon-jello moonbeams
illuminate my weary eyes,
but, a feather could've bent me off of my skid!

Worry not, because I kept my balance'
and joggered not, into my dawn's surprise!
Let's get closer, so we don't disrupt the grid.

The Comic Cowboy

With his goofy hat,
Topped with a smelly cat,
And his girlfriend named Pat,
And those insane suspenders,
That may have been in a few blenders,
He had the truck with the messed up fenders,
He looked like a goon,
When he carried his little spittoon,
And his bird dog named Coon,
His lip packed with Skoal,
All he did was mine coal,
Pants tucked in his boots,
He sure was a hoot,
And he sure as hell couldn’t shoot,
He couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn,
And when he missed he said darn,

wet socks

Shaved and deodorised
nostril hairs plucked
cool shirt and pants
just check that handsome reflection
once more
into the bathroom,
step in a puddle
eww shudder
wet socks

she arrives
late and lovely
seems distracted
lean in to kiss her
a slight cringe

wet

on leaving
I say
I Iove you
tight smile
me too
she says

socks

KRISTiLYNNE

she puts the pockets of herself
into the hate of worthless weight
onto her arms sun worth and warm
away from torn rooms the storms
the pain the stains of childhood shame
all winters ache black broken flame
drowned in the dream winds of
the blame

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