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Early Spring Image Prompt contest Winner!

The winning poem of the

Early Spring Image Prompt contest is

 The Visitor by  Mary Beth Magee

Congratulations to Mary Beth Magee on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 03/17/24 to 03/23/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

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.

 

 

Vote Here

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)

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Lovely embrace..

Let me embrace you young one...
as I need warmth all over my face...
so let’s embrace...
warmth will flow from me to you...
as we curl up in embrace
and that’s no disgrace...

we love each other’s face
so we in public embrace
come on now gals and guys
face to face just to
E M B R A C E
and
see eye to
E Y E

r a c i n e t t e

nettles
this dust summer
is a fire
and you drawl your lithe moves
in sweet sweat and perfume
the sugar plume
dark tobacco
amber potency
thirsty against the screen

your eyes feasting beyond the
bushfields with their drooping
limbs full of heat

stirring in your weary
glass your rancinette
purse up your lips
about the pink straw
the lashes flickering
like the black mascara
line of a storm

too far to whet the
land in agony

The Herald

Pure flower to show Winter is no more,
why, tell me why do you look at the floor?
The Earth still holds that stubborn cold,
from days when the sun was afraid to grow.

I shall wait a while for the sun to smile,
on the life that gives me a reason to be.
I will till the garden, making it weed free,
new growing times will be here in a while.

This year we found the new weathers sound,
a bellowing wind and sheets of cold rain.
Later saying that this has always been the same
Forgetting once more, how it was before.

Paper Boats

I'm drawn to the glade side brook
which had eavesdropped
on our serenading nook,
when blades of grass
stroked intimate poems
on our skins.

I now cleanse all moss
on the stone washed bank
and scribble our duets
on paper boat quills
drifting on goose bumps
beneath my tweeds.

While the wind dies down
from my quickening breath
the paper boats drown
in my misty gaze,
before I retreat
to my lonesome glade.

Racism

Reign of hatred spreading discrimination

Anger, uncontrolled is a blind beast unleashed

Cold is the heart which does not know the value of love

In the soul, corruption is a disease

Sum it all up from the top and see what you get....

Madness lingering in the minds of mortals

NEARING THE IDES OF MARCH

Here in the month of winter's end
wind mourns in the eaves late in the night
bearing a cold that might portend
an ice storm's arrival at first light.

Fine sleet shushes on the glass
of windows and the rear deck door.
Like all in life, this too will pass
as storms have always done before.

And here I sit within lamp's glow
naught save thoughts for company
reviewing snippets of life's show
as years of time pile up on me.

Termites

term mites
turn nights
terminal
tar mart
tell miles
termites

centimeter of ash
rash potash crash crucible
irreconcilable liable
feeding the wretched of dust
oculars pleas ply flowers
and see me into flame nemesis
eat me the dust someday
terminal cloud nine Nile
booty heel
tribunal left guardian
custodian for customary
cause to marry
new ones, old ones
half if Rephan seen
never mind
seam two door
Tudor

rite one

An Auto-repaired Heart

Truer words were never spoken
purer motives never found;

I tried healing a heart that's broken
from the way 'twas hurtfully bound.

Speaking simply, and directly
I tried hard to ease the binds;

I untangled, and set the strings, free
just to ease all troubled minds.

I have never had more troubles,
and, with as articulate as I am;

I then had to burst my bubbles,
for, I could speak not! Worth a damn!

It was most difficult to swallow
with my big foot in my mouth;

Who Is This Standing Next to Me?

The buzz of a first cigarette
circles my head while
the heat of the smoke
incubates a strangeness
inside of me

conceives a suspicion which
I inhale
again...and again...and again
until it spits me out
unto a shadow
making the sun
the whole of me
rolling toward the edge of all things
casting me further and farther away from me.

Why Smile

Imagine a world filled with frowning faces
with people seeing their lives as the worst

They are sad, angry, lost and alone,
their hopes reduced to the bones

Their hearts bound by misery and endless worries,
their minds sitting at the edge of a death wish.

Then comes a girl, greeting them with a smile
full of honesty, washing away the vile.

They will feel a new connection to life
because she makes them feel alive

And very soon everyone is smiling too
because her smile is as contagious as flu!

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