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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

Congratulations to William Lynn on such a fine poem.

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)

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

 

Noosense

as if boredom was not enough temptation
all the empties of Grey Goose
and the tinfoil shreds
crushed in embedded
to the runners character

the underwear like wrappers
scattered
and make up mirror
coated in its sticky prints
lip drool
and residue
the room heavy with musk
perfume and old sweat
thrills

doorknobs hangar bars
and doors
lifted for the rush above
the floor
crushed into the pillows
with brilliant lush lip gloss
smeared

FAREWELL OLD FRIEND (August contest)

The end of summer has come nigh
as has come the end of you
so I dig here in the August heat
and think about our past.

We have shared so many times
in forests even beside lakes
many of which inspired me
to write a line or two of verse.

So the spade takes yet another bite
into dry and hard red soil.
How deep will be deep enough
to assure you stay at rest?

Sabrina Corgatelli - Slaughters Creations gifts

Her avaricious eye's
denude all their surrounds
flicking the salted sugar,
flavours of life fall short
with a diamond tipped tongue 
hardened, by, unending desire
of ever chaffing need, gnawing
not enough, more, more, more !

Damaged and broken
no longer a vessel of humanity,
the hunt began anew on
foreign soil, a summer rental,
this she-monster thrashes Monkey's
by out smarting the Girraff 

Sabrina Corgatelli - Slaughters Creations gifts

Her avaricious eye's
denude all they surround
flicking the salted sugar,
flavours of life fall short
with a diamond tipped tongue 
hardened, by, unending desire
of ever chaffing need, gnawing
not enough, more, more, more !

Damaged and broken
no longer a vessel of humanity,
the hunt began anew on
foreign soil, a summer rental,
this she-monster thrashes Monkey's
by out smarting the Girraff 

Sabrina Corgatelli - Slaughters Creations gifts

Her avaricious eye's
denude all they surround
flicking the salted sugar,
flavours of life fall short
with a diamond tipped tongue 
hardened, by, unending desire
of ever chaffing need, gnawing
not enough, more, more, more !

Damaged and broken
no longer a vessel of humanity,
the hunt began anew on
foreign soil, a summer rental,
this she-monster thrashes Monkey's
by out smarting the Girraff 

Where are my dancing shoes..... AUGUST CONTEST

I am wearing

my dancing shoes
will come across some clues
when I am out of the blues

but where are my dancing shoes?
Buried with granny's jive
and behind the beehive
where now under six feet she lies

clinging on to my dancing shoes
dig up her grave will you
and
let me have my
lovely ballet golden ones
dancing shoes

I Weep, Because I Cannot Weep

I weep
because I cannot weep.
I weep
because I've locked myself
in a prison of extravagance.

On mornings like this,
a beautiful day
seems like a cruel joke.
I weep because I am wealthy,
and my wealth mocks me.

I considered the carpenter bees
that flit and land
on Solomon's Seal.
I considered my old fear of them,
turned now to admiration
at how diligent and precise they were,
flying from flower to flower,
one evicting an ant
who also worked,
diligently.

Old Shoes (August Contest)

There's many shoes in her closet
From her college years,
The four inch pumps she wore,
She holds up to the light
The pumps she met him in
When she found love, had her first child,
Then jumped the broom.
Now in her silver years,
These shoes she recollects.

Heels, flip flops, sneakers, sandals covers her closet floor
She puts them back in their place.

know to unknow, the mystery of Stars

All poems
lamenting starlight
shines reflecting,
a polar of others 
unwelcome vim

When soft breezes
Brush my face
I want to know
that unpolluted
celestial objects
will reflect
from your eyes

I need to know
across a chasm
of time, a smile
of tranquility
will greet me

I know none that
will cross rivers
of sweet dream pools
Lapping loveliness,
Moments and minutes
have Channels routed
to blind the soul

For Lady Jayne

For Lady Jayne

Across the sea in wee Taree
a lady bard resides
her name is Jayne and soothing rain
her poetry provides

she writes of kings and needful things
of pleasure and concern
tales of old and fires bold
within her verses burn

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