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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.

 

 

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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.

 

Only One

These past years have
proved there’s only one,
And so will the years to come,
prove that my heart
belongs to only one

For there’s none more beautiful;
None whose soulful eyes gleam
like a beam from the moon,
Causing my aching heart
to swoon

None whose smile so radiant
can implant within me
a feeling unlike any other
Whose presence I feel more present
than the living soul of another

The soldier. (My attempt at ENGLYN PENFYR)

March, we march because we must, oh we must.
We will never trust , you see?
Blind and numb, n'ere reaching thee.

time yours nor mine

time is the only element
which is neutral

but the circumstances
the environment
take their toll

some take blood
others spirit of young and old…

time severs as it does not know
from A to B or L maybe
time is a loner
a healer
for it has no brother,
nor sister
in anyone one of us
that alone is true

time is common for me and you

The Antithesis

The difference ‘twixt the comment and critique
is thought by some as trivial at best.
Both natterings delivered with some cheek
comparing hard won art to all the rest.

Midmost though there’s abundance to be found.
The difference ‘twixt the comment and critique
presents a bifurcation nigh profound,
for one is depth, the other rather weak.

A comment is didactics dealt oblique.
A self indulgent practice that inflates
the difference ‘twixt the comment and critique.
Analysis, our skill and ken donates.

H5N1

Flying high, scanning with eagle eyes
I survey the land, while soaring the skies
I’m searching for those beautiful birds of blue
But I wouldn't mind finding a freaky falcon, or two
For I’m fiending for an all out feathered fuck fest
Then from afar, what do I see; it’s the sacred nest
If this turns out how I imagined it to be
With pretty parrots pole dancing just for me
As chickadees shake their tail feathers with sexy ass flair
Then I’ll be in for an exotic & erotic avian affair

About chariots and other things re-write

ABOUT CHARIOTS AND OTHER THINGS
I ride my chariot
blue vinyl and chrome
to the boundaries
that define lonely.

I roam the world
free and easy
in mind’s recollection
only

Time is stealing my days
dragging me quickly away.
Memories play on my soul
and I try to take hold
of yesterday...
.

wist

the edge
strong cuts away the swath
the vestige wraiths like sails keep

I am a halo bound to earth
I feel the strain of your wings
beautiful and raised

Let go.....

Let go of your fears,
just as the way a river
carries away a log blocking
its smooth passage

Let go of your confusion,
just as the way the morning
fades away, giving you a clear vision
of what is around you
Let go of your hatred,
just as the way an earthquake
ceases to exist

Let go of your hurts,
just as the way the sky lets go
of the night, paving way for the day

Let go of your ego,
just as the way muddy water
becomes clear water when mud
settles at the bottom

clouds of nine

your expectation
of me is no surprise
as you are poetic
worldly wise
and
I know when you fly by,
the heavens seem to heave a sigh!
how happy one can be
when on one's page
your impressions
one can see…
so I as usual appreciate
thee…
ancient culture can’t be forgotten
so very easily
hence do pardon me.
Lovedly!

DDAEMON

I doth delight in letting my dark passenger drive and dredge this often dull dwelling we call dirt. Denying this divine dimension of which I currently reside would be despicable. This darkness disturbs the dullards drowning in their dunce disease and douche bag dreams of distorted reality. I've dabbled and drunk from the depths of despair and deny the dim chance I'll ever dig down there.... again. Delving into devilries and debauchery destroying this dilemma of death.

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