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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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A Stranger Sort Of Slumber

I saw you swing
a lantern like a star
above your head,
you waved
and maybe called my name,
or sang it as
you'd often do
somewhere between
a whisper and a sigh

I clambered through
the rising mist
looking for you,
but then you disappeared,
and all that howled
was the empty wind
through a gaping cavity.

The world capsized
or I tripped
perhaps,
in a tumble of earth
and broken wings.

porpoise teeth

purpose teeth to tongue
how can it speak, lick lip stick?
deplete complete biscuit
seek six sick sins
sat in SETT badger badge
barge barrage bar rage
cage as wage on stage
wadded ledge hedge pledge
verge dirge dire spire spaniel
cruel sequel Daniel in well
dwell dungeon cell
fortress fourth stress
Canaanite cane mite
dusk dust of light
knife of life
separate time , serpentine

Love Affair

1.
We were long into the summer
with the grass sweet and
the crabapples grainy and sour
on our pre-pubescent tongues.

The sun shadowed a clock onto
the street and it was time for food
and families.
That night I lay in bed with the
radio courting my dreams
while you slid into my friend's room and
seduced him to join you
in a world of make-believe,
helping him to get dressed;
pull those pants up around his neck
and tighten the belt.

Toswawtomo.. or

To Swim Within Those Moments…

As I gather up my clothes,
from the river bank the sun
steams our skins.

We had swam naked, eyes
wide open to the chill as
parts shrunk from the waters.

Our voices were echoing
male female in a
scattering of time,
from the old red barn the
Owl hooted his annoyance,
it had no clock.

This moment lasted hours
and the hours of this
present time were ours,
we held our time gently
as not to break.

Lover boys

Across the Internet …I daily come across ….many guys in search of love…. expressing their desires in the lurch ….hoping someone will read them …and find a lovely girl …one of your choosing …for them…. they wonder aimlessly …some in stark nudity… others a bit too shy …. they call themselves a guy ….I wonder why…..
If you can’t get a girl down your …home and town and living lane …or college, school …. to be simple and plain …someone you can see and follow and know face to face…how you would find one out here ….writing poetry only …

CAMPSITE

Cicadas’ white noise
winding tunnel vision of gums
reeds, burnt out stumps, ferns;
it's that noise that lets my ego apart

Dishevel myself amongst the river pebbles
stained glass mountains' might in every distance.

Swimming to let the weight of my pack wash off
alone, singing madly to the sky
threnodies of alibis to my distant family

Cupping the cold water and splashing myself;
a lizard lazes opposite with an arm over a broken branch
calm body submerged in the river's flow.

Am I Free?

In my head, my pretty head
I am diminished

In my eyes, my pretty eyes
I am clairvoyant

I see purple
or a mix or red & blue

The point is, my pretty point is
my angry auric hues
confuse

So goodbye my head, my eyes
my sentinels to the 'other' me

I see purple
it sounds like fear
it feels like thread

I pull the twine sublime
the thread in my head
connected to The Source

I am removed
of course
I am free
my conscious
IS me.

The Witness

The Witness

The witness of the Holy Ghost
tells of truth in our hearts and minds.
He whispers in a still small voice
the truths of the gospel law.

How can we not know the truth
when He was sent from God above.

Be ye baptized in My name
with authority from God
and He will descend from above
and speak to the desires
of your heart.

Be thou blessed in this endeavor
and you will never wonder why.
It is for you to ask and He will abide.

The Frustrated zombie

Please stop running!
Don't you know how hard it is
to move in rotting skin?
Its so damn frustrating!!

Its not fair, I tell you
I only need your brain to feed
but I can't have a fill
coz you have the speed!

Can't someone help me?
My right eye popped out again
I hate these wriggly worms,
they are driving me insane

I wanted to scream
but it came out as a groan.
It's pathetic, I must admit
my real voice is long gone

Rat Hole and Pigeon Home

I woke up in knots,
not knowing which way
the wind would blow.

Breath fouled
by a passing cloud,
not knowing which way to go.

A Pigeon flew
like unstuck glue,
disappearing in the cloud.

I shook my head
and looked for bread,
all I could find were crumbs.

The clock struck one
and I ran down,
like a rat amongst the crowd.

Stocks were trading
gold and silver,
bread was least on the listing.

I trudged back to my hole
the Pigeon was already home,
in mock absurdity.

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