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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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The Light

the light of the full moon shines
as white diamond hind tall trees
hanging high above dark skies
spraying streamed light through my sliding glass door

since i killed you

you fall into my day
happier then happy

brushing my teeth
was a bore
but now its worse with
you
now a chore

the world crumbles
and groans and
you whisper now
like a flicker of light
like rain upon my
wrists

like sweat crawling
to one eye and stinging

boreal forests cant
hold you
nor the wolves ignore
you

You slip then slide
like a draft upon my
spine

you were never so
sublime

and I know when
the madness will
take me

Pronounced with an F..

Pronounced with an F

Brylcreem and brittle bone
sticky out ears, on the car phone,
That which is thought of
in time spent alone.
Petrified minutes of waiting,
ashen faces, like stone.

Looking for comfort,
receive a collective groan.
Hearing the order to face
the unknown.

Giving your all till
your cover’s blown,
finally you find all
minutes are gone.

Cleaning your life in puddled
water, sometimes happily,
just the perfect time
to atone.

Bitch of a Night

Finally back from where she disappears
during wee hours of each night;
she did return
but, has to learn
she doesn't treat me, right.

Cloaked in night's midnight shadows,
night's beauty rare calls to me;
she may be here
but, that is my fear!
She may never let me be.

Adding up just how I feel for her
this goddess of twilight time;
her actions do tell
of my personal hell,
what she's doing to me is a crime!

RUNNING TALLY

It's hard to be someone who cares
best to have a heart of stone
for those who love hurt too deeply
each time they're left behind alone

There've been too many gone before
and each one took a part of me
some times I feel I'm just a shell
of the whole person I used to be

'Till now I look around and see
dwindling numbers of the ones I love
how many more must I out live
and be left mourning like a dove?

idolotary....first part

idolotary
…….she walked away

chained in the cobwebs
of the surgeons chair,
she spoke softly in my ear…
I heard her say

‘’you can’t leave me this way’’.

from beyond eternities,
I had to return
there was just no option
but her concern
she loved me more
and
God needed me less
I was left with no alternative,
I had to do an about turn..

we resumed another honey moon,
at an age others would smirk
but unmindful of the world
we walked the garden path
as before

The Machine is Broken and its Ghosts are Here

I'm not sure what
American freedom
costs the rest of the
world. Seems like
there's always too much
blood following that convoluted trail
through to an ugly, impartial
truth. The man in the mirror
must lie to save his face.

I'm just too uncertain these days
if
capitalism is the
best that freedom can
buy.

Let the fireworks begin! Celebrate.
No one knows the fate that waits.

The machine is broken and its ghosts are here.

TWILIGHT OF THE GODS:

Die Gðtterdämmerung

[TWILIGHT OF THE GODS]

There they stand shadows tall
In Valhalla’s darkened Hall.

There they wait for Time to end
to return once again.

The gods did not know death
until death came to them

The Rise of G-Bomber

It was over,
Done in a heartbeat,
The chaos ceased,
All the lights blurred,
Painting an abstract picture on everything,
The world seemed to implode,
And she lay lifeless on the ground,
She who was responsible for all of my pain,
Reduced to another bad dream,
Yet I wept,
As she faded back into my mind,
True freedom had yet to be found,
And I would have to dream,
But something else was discovered,
A flame lit amidst curious eyes,
An idea would burn away,
To make way for a new thought.

ANDY

When seeking peace in normal life
where can we go now?
In living sans turmoil and strife
ol' Andy showed us how

Another childhood icon gone
Mayberry flags fly at half mast
in mourning for their favorite son
who this morning slipped into the past

Should we need a lawyer's skill
we'll have to look elsewhere
Mattlock's buried on yon hill
no more objections to declare

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