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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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LEFT OVERS

LEFT OVERS

Cups, saucers, plates
old and new
forks, knives and spoons
worn and used
pictures of family and friends
objects of art and paintings
reflections of my senses
where do they go when
all things end.
Will they find a place
in someone else's space
or will they be flea market fare.
They were all a part of me
Will anyone see
I am in everything I touched
chose, used, loved.
Who will know and care,

Inspiration.......(edit ....thanks all)

Inspiration,
is the spring board of poetry
I learned it
after decades of digging
in the temples
where poetic Lords reside
the ones like you
happy for you
and
of course
my dear
I thank you

Stan and I once wrote
about our many dawns
we passed together
in the age -less -ness of time,
eternity and poetry

My mind now saturates*
poetically
it's been eons since

War Torn

(Re-submission, was posted just around the time of Neopoet's website crash)

Feeding her baby
she kisses her good night
thanking the Lord for his blessings
then watches the Moon
from her cold bed
longing for the kisses of her Love

Somewhere in those stars
her knight lies prone
shorn of their love in its bud
bathing her in warmth
with his cascading light
playing on her probing fingers

Special Time

The ice was etched in perfect form,
Snow drifting like a gossamer gown.
Sky carved from an ebony block so true,
Scattered with diamonds, making black, blue.

A hand held gently within the visions glow.
No matter that it was Ice and snow.
A love kindled, that has always been
Your warmth perfected this scene.

The only thing that random love could do
Was to create perfection for us two
To look in wonder we were lost in time.
With greener grass, just yours and mine

S.K..A..M..P..

DESIRE

poured into limbre boredom
slippery as clever fox freedom
flip with a careful fingers
the tease of long fresh hair

excaped the drama of a home
not quite a house
the perplexity of a dream
seeped into an urge

the hunting prowl
in the hallowed hall of a mall
t-shirts and books
and hungry looks

winter in its rule
cold pressed and drawn
the new uniform of
revelation and cover
rouge cheeks by north winds
fresh eyes by excitements
challenge

A Parish's Poorest Tale. A.P.P.T...

A Parish’s Poorest Tale.. A.P.P.T..

As we gather in the slight chill of night,
to celebrate Christmas in our small town.
Forget the poor people and their plight,
it wasn’t only you or I, who let them down.

God’s churches are selective, he loves you wealthy,
christ’s poor are a different animal don’t you know
Pray ignore their sad tale, they’re perfectly healthy,
without our roof they’d be starving under the snow.

It's Like I Never Happened

I dreamed of being a good wife
wanted no more than four kids
two girls, two boys in my teenage years.

My life began just as planned
I had two girls, two boys
and a husband by age 30.

After 20 years of sacrificing self
I feel alone and useless
they don't appreciate the sacrifices I've made
or remember them
it's like it never happened.

It's time to say goodbye
it's time to reinvent myself
my life here is done.

Immortality updated

IMMORTALITY

Waters icy cold
pure and new
bubbling white and blue
melting mountain snow
into rivers flow
to live again its Spring.
like a soul waking from
Winter's sleep....

Fear

What I fear most is
my fomo,
and it often drives me mad,
if I live just long enough
to end up grumpy, old and sad,

sad, alone
for who loves complaints
made for breakfast,
of my fomo turned to romo
and my tears
unimagined?

Age

Age

Anger drives my thoughts
yet there inside is a peace.
Age has done this to me
It took reason away today

I became frustrated and angry
I couldn’t run for the bus
I will never ski the slopes
or score a goal at football

Time was cruel to my ways
it took decisions away from me
Trapped me here no longer free
and now some laugh at me

What a change from before
I would show them the door
as a whim took my mind
now they just kick my behind

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