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July 2020 Contest Announcement

Tell us about your most memorable outdoor concert.
Poem can range from 12 to 32 lines. Written in any style
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https://www.neopoet.com/contest/concert-remember

Remember to have fun and good luck to all contestants!

June 2020 Contest Winner

Congratulations to the winner: Lavender
Please visit the winning poem here:

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/spoonerism-june-contest

Thank you to all participants for entering this past contest and all contests.

 

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June Contest 2020 Announcement

Come make us laugh with one of your poems for this month's contest!
Any type poetry that ranges from 12 to 32 lines .
For more information please visit

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/can-your-poetry-make-us-laugh

Remember to have fun and good luck to all contestants!

May 2020 Contest Winner

Congratulations to the winner: Teddy15
Please visit the winning poem here:
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/new-world-may-contest

Thank you to all participants for entering this past contest and all contests.

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The Song I Couldn't Write

Inside my head the tune does play
the melody so sweet
Like the rhythm of a summer rain
as it falls upon the trees
As I feel it flow throughout me
it gives me inner peace
But as I try to add the words
the pain brings me to my knees

It's not for lack of knowledge
nor are there too few thoughts
It's not for lack of love
battles won or battles fought
The words are all around me
drifting in and floating by
When I piece them all together
they come out a woeful cry

Horsing Around...

Vague memories of a noble steed
and the paladin I was
My horse was of a humble birth
I rode for justice' cause

He reared way up, hooves a flying
against the country dawning sky
There in the distance, the quarry
The proverbial, wanted bad guy

We raced along the grasslands
We dodged bullets and I hung low
Caught the bad guy and I jumped him
He drew his gun, but way too slow

I socked him in his jaw
and we tussled all around
he tried to hit me with a rock
that he found upon the ground

She Found A Hubby

not 6 months yet
I cannot bet

she instigated him
may be
as too dependent on
LORDS IN HEAVEN
was always she

but now in one stroke
got his belly
full of mint jelly

no- not a new hubby
she'll find a better baby
not whole time drunk actually

ah he must also be enjoying
games in heaven
no condoms
no restrictions
glad he must be

saved himself of
CORONA COVID19
physically
doc was he

as the final hill comes into view

I’ve loved my life
I never had regrets,
I always thought people who had them,
Never really pushed the boundaries
Of this old life, enough to embrace it

Now I’m at a time in my mid-life
I have done most everything I dreamed of
I’ve lived a humble existence,

I never really needed anything
Because I was born poor

And as my final hill comes into view
Which it will, one day for me too,
I shall be glad I had this time on earth

To cherish

A Day At the Beach

A flash of white makes me hard
thinking of what is below,
and I have taken time
to oil your canvas in my mind
finger painting my desire
as you dance across the sand.

Dementia

Slip into your familiar fiefdom sealed to me;
I’ll say adios now, as I release your angel arm,
admitting the unattainable.
Go with your peers through nether
portals of the mind, stranger than witchcraft.
Dark shores bordering lightness.
Maybe I too will traverse their sands,
beyond reason, more cryptic than art
or the poetic word.

By The Waters of Acheron (Edit)

It begins with musical analysis
she teases the harp strings
notes of fire and water

"I am the fever of Eros"
"I am the water of understanding
our pleasures are merely
a source to t he divine

if union in beauty is a bridge
from the underworld
to falcon the sage
from this mundane plain"

the lines of a tenuous beat
they recite the fragments of Psapfo:

"Lay beneath me, my idol,
my cunning virgin, for there
is nothing more harrowing
than the distance of lovers"

Apply Your Own Mind If you have ONE

Change your thoughts

Anaconda and apple

and without seed

how would you be

and

there would be
no flowers

in any valley

hope you are

applying your mind

as is being done
by those more modern

current mankind
need one now
to you remind
do you need to

I Can't Get No

I have a buddy named Mick
who loves to rock and roll.
He and the boys showed up
on July 4th in 2015.
I was flabbergasted -
enamored by their music,
dancing, and the
soulmanship of fellow
Stoners.
I smelled nothing but
rock 'n roll,
saw nothing but
rock 'n roll,
felt nothing but
all that intense, energetic
rock
'n
roll.
If it hadn't been
for the holiday fireworks
that owned that dark sky,
and the passion of the band

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