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This week the Neopoem is Uncertain certainties by Words.unwritten. Congratulations to Words.unwritten on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

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This week the Neopoem is Ephemeral Love by Dystopia. Congratulations to Dystopia on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

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This week the Neopoem is Gracious Discontent by leoferaco. Congratulations to leoferaco on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/gracious-discontent

Thank you to the Neopoem Group for selecting the weekly winner.

The stream (all workshops)

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i wish

I wish I could fly, to see the world how it truly is, to see it not from a distance but for it
To be able to touch the sky, reach my goals; my fantasies as they fly high
It goes without saying, the clouds being beyond reach presumes a light
A light in which I seek, a light in which I couldn’t dare to reach
From beyond the meadows or valleys, and beyond the silver screen
I’m starting to think people don’t see the real me

Brewology

The hustle and the bustle
Clamor of the line
All awaiting patiently
For beverage so divine

They’ll take your order quickly
Behind a gracious smile
Both the staff and furniture
Functioning with style

Write your name down on the cup
Cream or hot or iced?
Occasionally a little note
To make it extra nice

All of this is done of course
With spring in every hop
Delivering the perfect cup
Our favorite coffee shop

When I wake up I think abot this...

f – for fire that you keep inside
r – for right to share your inner light
e – for easy way to choose your side
e – for every choice is clear and bright
d – for days are full of joy and glee
o – for options pop-up constantly
m – for many paths you can explore
can you think of something more?

TEN PAST THREE

It’s ten past three and I’m awake.
How do I know what time it is?
After all, there’s no clock in the bedroom,
because its light keeps me awake.

You might also wonder why at this hour
I am awake. It’s because I itch.
Something bit me on my thigh,
and I had to look. So

I got up, checked the clock,
went to the can,
turned on the light, and
pulled down my pajama.

Grey

Grey

SWORDS IN MY TUMMY

Still struggling
is TIME nigh\
some poet of Neo
to me the path show ...
ere!!!!

The Devil's Brain

I am lost deep inside the Devil's brain

Makes me feel like I am so deranged

Fire is burning hot inside of my head

Turns my conscience into ashes of dread

Darkness is devouring my inner thoughts

They are tying me down with evil knots

Internal suffering from vicious pain

Stuck deep inside the Devil's brain

Mellifluous Melodies

Melodies intertwined like gold filigree,
Mellifluous melodies must they be,
Echoing within cathedral walls,
A voice from which emotion calls,

Ancient, enticing and drawing one in,
To experiences never done or places never been,
Connecting with something not known,
Something felt but not shown,

As the chants come louder and unite,
A feeling of resolution and right,
A single voice to end what always had been,
Only to hear and never seen,

To some a deeper meaning drawn,
To others a mellifluous melody gone.

BENEATH AFTERNOON SUN. workshop #2

Leafless limbs shiver in the wind
overlooking their departed brothers
who lie below their times at end.
They blend now with all the others.

White clouds above rush all about
displaying blue between their traces.
And mixed within the wild geese shout
while they compete as their time races.

The small stream unseen until now
chuckles down at hill's steep slope
which loosens my stern brow
putting an end to my mope.

And the Winner is....(Euphonous English WS)

And the Winner is....you,
who celebrated
the virgin morning's view

who selfishly snuggled
in its lew,

who bathed in its
holy sunshine,
and in all its
blessings
went through.

You,
who sniffed with its fairies
the freshly sprayed dew,
and in its mellifluous
baritone grew grew, grew.

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