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2024 1st Half Of The Yearly Contest

The Winner of the 2024 1st Half of The Yearly Contest  is MermaidMaster  with the following poem

 

 

In Another Life I Live Bravely

Submitted by MermaidMaster

I want to live in the tallest apartment in New
York City, and peer my gaping eyes through
my window to see only dancing beetles below.

I will wear expensive feathers and furs, I’ll
dance with strangers, and I’ll party for a while
with headliners after sold-out shows.

I’ll walk the streets wearing only perfume and
watch men stand agape as I strut past, too awed
at my nakedness proud and aglow.

I’ll rebel and I’ll wail and I’ll cry out,
“Change will come! Justice will prevail!”
And I won’t shut up until Change comes and goes.

I’ll play poker with CEO’s, and kiss strange men in taxis,
and spin through the nights like a globe on its axis;
to live with honeyed hi’s! And never with lows.

I’ll do pilates and yoga, drink only red wine,
and I won’t dwell on the men who used to be mine.
I’ll live fast and so furiously young,
and I’ll die gentle, soft and divine.

 

 

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Neopoet Weekly 07/7/24 to 07/13/24 Winner!

This week’s winner is hippiemoon with the following poem

 

Coal Mine Canary

Submitted by hippiemoon

Do you know about coal mine canaries?
They used to take caged birds down into the coal mines,
And when they would die the workers would know to leave too.

Let me be a canary in your chest.
Let me live inside your rib cage,
Feel your heart beat for me,
Watch your blood flow through your veins.

Keep me safe next to your heart
And I’ll keep you safe from all that’s bad.

Use me as your compass,
I’ll tell you to run when things get hard.

Let me be your coal mine canary.
Let me sacrifice myself to save you from the inevitable.

 

 

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This week’s winner is Candlewitch with the following poem

 

                                                                                       Wood-smoke

Submitted by Candlewitch

We mellowed...
reclining by the camp fire
after a day of splashing,
swimming, and water games.

I shivered as
evening came in to surround us
with a cooling breeze.
Your fisherman knit sweater
you placed about my shoulders,
staved off a slight chill.

Your glittering orbs
held me intoxicated.
As I felt the last of
the sun's rays
leach out of the sand

Quietly exchanging daydreams,
I noticed, wood-smoke, was
the color of your smiling eyes!

 

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June 2024 Contest Winners

         June 2024 Contest Winners

 

The winner of the 06/24 Living With Depression is Rula with the following poem

 

A Way Out

Submitted by Rula

As night pulls down its wild dark curtains
And heavy eyelids drop lazily,
I ponder with spider-like loomed shadows,
Thoughts torture my broken, weary soul.

Everything around my room plays tricks;
Shadows with shattered hearts wander,
Carrying bloody, slaughtered dreams,
All howl, moan in pain, "that's insane, that's insane."

I seek a way out, is there no escape?
The door's locked with heavy chains.
Windows, it seems, are all covered with tar,
Behind the sill, bars add weight.

Then more spirits seep in, multiplying,
From nowhere, to heighten the scene.
I try to cry, but my own voice chokes me,
Then a louder voice declares, "There is no way out."

 

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The winner of the  06/24 Bucket List is Clentin with the following poem

 

 

My Bucket List

Submitted by Clentin

I fell in love with a heart so true,
I cherish moments, both old and new.
I learned from failures of the past
I pray these actions will always last

My bucket list as a young man, so vast,
A journey of self-discovery, meant to last.
I chased my dreams with passion and might,
In the pursuit of life, to find the light.

Now that life is closer to the end
My bucket list begins to bend
A list once so big and wide
Now is small but full of pride

I no longer wish for cars or money
I seek love and comfort and a bit of honey
I want to see my family live with success
Free of illness free of stress

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The winner of the 06/24 My First Internet Memory is Hon with the following poem.

My First Internet Memory-Google Search

Submitted by Hon

My first internet memory
this brings me to the
introduction of the
tutorial study through
the google online
surfing with the
fascinating of
opportunity to acquire
for a learning desire in
a science technology
of today’s global world
This interest starts from the
online searching to discover
unlimited learning ability tools
like an encyclopedia collection
with the resource information
for one share a broad
knowledge of understanding
through the adventure of
Internet Explorer with many
interesting selecting topics

 

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The winner of the 06/24 Five Percent Battery is RoseBlack with the following poem

 

Five Percent Battery

Submitted by RoseBlack

Running off fumes,
choking on smoke.
Sucking exhaustion
through pasty lips.

Engine's down a quart,
burn out,
Dark circles tell all,
who is about to fall.

Mercy lights,
Low battery,
jumper cables ignite.
Knock down, drag out fight.

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The winner of the 06/24 Overdraft is Geezer with the following poem

 

Overdraft the Monster

Submitted by Geezer

As the wind howls, I am reminded...
Reminded of the rippling sheet of rain,
a silver curtain billowing across the roof.
There will be water in the attic.

There is an overdraft there, going over.
The spirit of the storm, travels so fast,
it carries water over the edge, to the window below;
dropped, it clings to the wall, and sneaks in.

I've known about that overdraft, for quite some time.
I watched it as a child, awakened by the wind.
The monster that ate at my home, needed company,
I heard the pitiful moans, as the spirit tore at the shingles.

Now, we are together again, the spirit and I;
I am tempted to join it as it drags its familiar water
over the edge and into the draft, but no!
I cannot cling to the wall and re enter the house.

That would be an overdraft that I could not afford.

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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Simplicity

.

sweet simplicity
thee, I seek!
holy grail of aspiration
tool of both the wise man,
and the fool

simplicity

space

uncluttered

sparseness begetting clarity
clarity begetting light
light begetting understanding
bearing wisdom's grand delight

oh! sweet simplicity
of thee I sing
and hope, through thee,
to soar high upon enlightened wings

Twilightning

With a series of chants
and a supernatural song,

one can be lifted in "twilight"
and be suddenly, gone !

Be not ambiguous
float your heart, high,

savor each moment
and cherish, each "sigh".

Should gravity lean, "heavy"
and cause one to, sway,

find solace, profound
that one's frame bends, that way;

and as the eve swallows
the day, into night;

respect every law
that governs, "twilight"!

"Sorry For the Days that I made You Cry"

sorry for the days that i made you cry,
and for all the times you're caught in my lie..
i'll never do it again....i'll never try,
i'll never let this story end with goodbye..

sometimes i'd been used to be blind,
sorry for the times i'd never sleep by your side..
while the way of life is what i tried hard to find,
when i lose you, it's hard to say "never mind.."

STONED

Stoned
November 2nd, 2010,

In halls and pebbled passage ways
the whispers come and go
"scandalous", "adulatress"*
each word another stone -
pelted at her inadequacy,
to just leave her lover alone.

Inviting the blows
enured to the pain
she would rather suffer thus -
than to lose him again.

Forgetting absolution,
willing to do time,
knowing that longing is forbidden,
and pursuing love -
a heinous crime.

BB 2 Nov. '10

driving into sunset

road -- taken its toll
and been kind

on my face light
has shone --
dark places seen
where no light shines

shriven wound's woe
joy and love received --
alike

driving into sunset
affords time to question
was something missed?
fanciful thought -- that

manifold pernicious
chattels --
wished different
road changes -- but little

while
fear reigns --

in little pockets
love waits
lives on

time passes
into sunset.

blind optimism

There’s something to this going blind.
Although one doesn’t see so right
light plays a trick and gives a gift
(presumably to compensate for our poor failing sight)
we discover when we gaze at the heavens
and things which illuminate the night.

Such as eyes of a flying jet plane.
When one is compromised in sight
those lights are amazingly bright
they send out rays like a Christmas star
flying through the heights.

SKORVE IS MY ANCHOR

"SKORVE IS MY ANCHOR"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 17th October 2010.

Skorve is my anchor 
where my house caught in the web 
of chequered fields, 
resides.

Its hulk a shoulder to lean on
when feeling grey, 
its ever changing seasons painted,
from the summit to the dale,
the thousand little streams 
that make their misty veils
after the heavy rains;
where rainbows play across the deep,
and forests weep their tears, 
through winters many storms.

being born (a poem for the obdurate)

being born (a poem for the obdurate)

kill what you don't understand
annihilate what you cannot control
deplete your resources
murder even the water,
trees, and rocks
you would kill the stars if you could
but reach them
you act like your heart was torn out
as a child

now you cannot steal enough
kill enough --
or cause enough pain
to fill the void where your
heart once was

lay down your arms for the rest
of us
and forego your vengeance for
being born.

I Learned This Day..(That I Need U More Each Day)

it’s been roasting inside my flat,
so i took a stand-by in the roof top…
as i stand there to catch the night breeze
realized that something to me was missing…

it’s been a puzzle for couples of weeks
i see it’s newborn yet seems so fixed,
this can’t be love…it just need some space,
but i’m totally guilty of the sweetest case

she’s in my dreams whenever i go to sleep
maybe destiny is really making a powertrip,
but from this calling who could ever escape?
better grab some potato chips and my lemon drink..

Rejuvination

.

lilac petals drop daintily

a swoosh of night air and fragrance
pushes the poplars to samba
swishing and swaying seductively
bouncing droplets of rain on
xylophonic roof tiles
beckoning me to join
this unnamed celebration

I escape my lazy chair ways on
loosey-goose legs
(usually stiff as boardroom banter)
and I feel

....TALL!

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