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Neopoet Weekly 06/09/24 to 06/15/24 Winner!

 

This week’s winner is Lavender with the following poem

 

Winning Poem

Magic

Submitted by Lavender

A falling star settled on my rose,
a diamond dipped in velvet clothes.
I dared not touch the pure gift
sent from heaven, so swift,
but let it rest there
in such sweet air
and comply
to my
wish.

 

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Summer Image Prompt Contest Vote

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends June 19th 2024

 

 

 

Abandoned

By:  Mary Beth Magee

 

She bobbed there in the gentle swell,
The little boat I knew so well.
The sail wrapped tight along the boom
Gave me a feeling of dark doom.
I saw no anchor chain hung down
To stop her, lest she run aground.
No one sat in her empty bow.
No hand controlled her keel just now.
A gentle breeze set her to rock.
How did she get loose from the dock?
As the breeze caused her to turn,
I spotted paint along her stern.
Rough letters where my name had been -
The words now looked like "Mortal Sin."
What had he done in dark of night?
Was he convicted by dawn's light?
Then in the reeds beside the dock…
What I saw gave me quite a shock.
A body, face down, on the lake,
Could it be him, for heaven's sake?
Please, no, I prayed and backed away.
What pushed him so, I cannot say.
I didn't dream that he would dare.
I only know I lost him there.

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Summer Image Prompt Challenge-Sailing

By: Hon

 

In the sailing wind blow
pacing along with the flow
feeling at ease and contented
under the vast blue sky
the spray of the fresh air
embarking on a new journey
traveling miles far apart
carrying with a curious mind
awaiting for a new opportunity
embracing with a sense of hope
bringing with an emotional ride
through many different stages
at the endless spending time
finding own destination
with each tale of the story
comes with lessons
instilled with the thought
life is a learning experience
that takes where it goes
a place that holds special
to the heart that embraces
like home

 

 

 

 

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Neopoet Weelky 06/02/24 to 06/08/24 Winner!

 

This week’s contest winner is hippiemoon with following poem:

Archeology

By: hippiemoon

Years from now,
We will be dead and buried.
Your laugh nothing more than
A whisper in the wind,
A breeze carrying off dandelion wishes.

Our headstones will rest together,
Aging together, as we did in life.
Tears from our loved ones will mix with rain
And our memory will fade with the engravings.

And years from now,
We’re forgotten by everyone but the Earth.
They will dig our bodies up
And find our bones entwined in each other’s arms.

 

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Congratulations to Shelby Pryor for winning this week’s contest

 

Something New

Rain rushes from the skies
Mixing with a single tear
The wind cuts through
Like every doubt, every fear

Lightning shatters my peace
Like the pieces of my mind
A distant thunderclap mocks
Of the girl I was and left behind

A tornado rages in my head
Demolishing my peace and joy
I plaster on a smile for you,
But it's just a tactic I employ

The fear paralyzes my heart
Yet I'm so tired of being afraid
It is time to get up and fight
Before my resolve starts to fade

My fingers curl around my sword
I lift it high, I've got my armor on
I bring it down with all my strength
Until the shattered pieces are gone

There is no fixing the girl I was
No use in buying time with glue
The only solution is to shatter her
And forge with fire Something New

 

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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

monomania madness

it is the thing even darkness fears
the ugliness from which
flies mass and swarm

it authors blind extremism
induces dogmatism
a soul contagion
with hatred born of foolish misconception

it manifests in lies
and shows itself in anger
encourages a normal, sound, sane person
to ignore sister/brotherhood

it demonstrates
betrayal of trust
intolerance

Ladies' Talks (Humour in Poetry WS) Ex. 3

As being sandwiched
in everyday's chores,
silly kid's issues, and the dirty floors,
I switched off my hubby, and answered the T.V,
ironed the food, and cooked the A/C.

The fridge smiled and hubby too. :))

♡♡♡♡♡♡
The original

Before being sandwiched
in every day's mundane chores,
those frivolous issues, and some more,
I come to read you,

I smile

Workshop: 

CHAINZ ' N ' RAVEN

If it were chalk
that were published
on scriptured paper
I would chose black
I would chose greasepencil
those passages
run ruinous with rain
and soaked in the
silence
This dead of winter
that settles quiet
as the snow
brief like a little black
cat on her rounds
Nothing but the trundle
of plows
The landing of aircraft
far on the hilltop
plateau to the North

Chains each year like
a link the small distance
that grows

Of Happiness

Of Happiness

I have all along been sitting and glossing
under an apple tree
all my life
what happiness can be

a simple comparison of combined incidents
some happy
some sorry
and
from the milk of both
if you can but extract
the elixir of happiness
twill a successful story be
of what happiness tis

your poetry lends happiness to me
but let me be happy
and
so end here my story
one must simply be just happy!

Her Deepest Tremor

aroused at her core

molten pressure triggered

optimal pressure increases

steam escape velocity extreme

plate structure agitation

fissure motion

set to…-_

– - shift jarrr!!!!!

roll-symphonic jack hammers

jolt- /sway… not-rock-ab’a

rock a-city– -seismic s- — - hu - d

d-e - – er - -

Calm to discombobulate’/disor’der

re secure civil structure…

until she shakes again

what of a life in pain ?

I was everything
you desired me to be,
wearing rags,
scrubbing floors
I was fucked,
un-mothered
made your whore

When I look
to embrace the sun
I feel my eyes lower
in pure light I feel
my presence shunned,
my steps continue
to graduate to slow
but moving forward
I must to go

Don't cry for me

When you hear of my disablement
Let your minds have amnesia over it
Dotage would be too intense,
But in all don't cry for me.

My eyes squint in the sun
Eyeing nowhere but a dot of the cloud
Over the distant horizon.
My hands holding tightly a wheel chair
Going nowhere, but to a garden stool
Set on the back of the cottage
Where bougainvilleas are climbers
Of jacaranda trees.

You'll have to tame
those goats of yours
rummaging in bins
with appetites hearty!
Their gizzards are bloated, swollen and farty!

It's not the same
wearing this dress
it's feeling quite snug;
with cleavages bulging.
I can't help thinking I'm over indulging!

Oh what a game
sharing a bed
tossing and turning
that's just the way it goes.
Him with his sharp nails and big toe up me nose!

Carrie and Wes for the humor workshop

Sly Hemlock Shomes
Had an obsession with hair
The loss of his favorite combs
Was far too much to bare.

In his despair, he couldn't find
Any of his checkered hats,
So he threw on one of his cats
And began to tear apart his lair

From here to there
Hemlock looked about.
He became so frustrated
That he started to shout.

The cat got scared,
Pulled out his hair
And left him dandy bald
With still no hats to wear.

Workshop: 

Tree Fruitions...... revised twice thanks Judy

Tree Fruitions
Submitted by lovedly on Fri, 2015-01-16 16:58 ....Revised and REREVISED by Judy

I've heard it takes a tree
twenty years to bear quality fruit

I have taken five decades
and am still looking forward
to some juicy ones
yet a distance away
somewhere in the background
of a horizon far away

glad but I am
many still come my way
the fragrances of my love alone
sway many

and shall
for some time more
ere I pass

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