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October 2020 Contest Announcement

This month our contest is about real, imaginary or mythical windows and doors. All poems can be written in any form and must be between 12 and 32 lines. Show us the window or door to your creativity. Best of luck to all our contestants.
Please click below to learn more about this month's contest!

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/enter-and-exit-you-please

September 2020 Contest Results

Congratulations to the winner: Viviana Smith
Please visit the winning poem here:
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/h-town-ballad

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

September 2020 Contest Announcement!

This month our subject is personifying where you live in either present time or in the past. Poem must be between 12 to 32 lines and written in any style. Come show us where you are from and it's personality. Best of luck to all our contestants. Please click below to learn more about this contest.

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/personify-your-hometown

August 2020 Contest Winner

Congratulations to the winner: Eumolpus
Please visit the winning poem here:
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/year-covid

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

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Such a Short Space of Time

I love, not just those
I knew back then,
But those
Who were young
Back then,
But who’ve since
Come to grief, who,
Having soared so high,
Found the
Consequent descent
Too dreadful to bear,
With my youth itself,
Which was only
Yesterday,
No, even less time,
A mere moment ago,
How could
Such a short space
Of time
Cause such devastation?

Senryu

And as I awake
to this, the glorious morn
in my birthday suit...

Spirituality DIFFERENTLY

O DIVINE
now
very minuscule folks
read poems of mine
how can
One
above the clouds ever shine

if there is no sprinkling
of love
of flowers
from thine
and
Divine

Smiles and love
are gold mines
life's wondrous
inherent free designs

O Poemiers
of mine
you alone are
to me divine
with you I'm fine
so Divine

hope you'll also
self refine

The Light In His Eye

I was there at his birth
One fine summer's day.
He came down to earth
So chipper and gay.
He was tiny and wet,
So timid and shy,
The first sunrise he met
Lit the light in his eye.

He stayed close by his litter
As the wagging of tails
Constituted him fitter,
Put the wind in his sails.
He soon learned to give
All he needed to do,
He learned how to live
His days faithful and true.

The Succubus (the female version of the Incubus)

Ah, for your weight of many stones
that crush my heaving chest at night!
Henceforth, when darkness falls,
you must no longer perch
on my breathless chest to prey on my mind.
You tortuous succubus! I have seen you
in the disguise of Aphrodite,
young and lovely beyond all measure,
but now I know what you are:
an aged vampire, an old crone
who lusts after the affection of men,
soon to grow tired of them,
then to discard your unfortunate victims.
Now, no matter
how you might approach me

The cry’s of the lustrous lark of life

I open my dreary eyes and awake to the pitiful depressing sound of The lustrous lark of life crying out its blue tears of time.

There Once Was a Long Vanished England

There once was a long vanished England;
Of well-spoken presenters
Of the BBC Home Service,
Light Service, and Children’s Favourites,
Of coppers and tanners, and ten bob notes;
And jolly shopkeepers, and window cleaners.
I remember my beloved Wolf Cub pack,
How I loved those Wednesday evenings,
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps,
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair
During the mass meetings,
The solemnity of my enrolment,
Being helped up a tree by an older boy,

The Incubus (a short-short novella)

Tempter, demon straight from hell
You seed females minds with amorous dreams
Where they came from, they don’t know,
But you are evil, I can tell. (old Trillarian saying,)

My Adaption of the Seven Deadly Sins

LUST
I dream of nothing but you
even though my heart should be with another
I would gladly walk through flames of fire
to be free from this aching wish to have you
My lack of self-control
will be the very weakened power
that kills me
I’m restless in knowing I will be
lusting death itself.

TEENS OF OLD AGE

Come on now hurry up darling
don't stroll like a puppy
you used to when you were six

yeah mommy coming up soonly
shall catch up quickly
let me take a breath

O don't wag your tail
as you used to early
now breakfast is laid
use a nappy

wow what hot soup
but salt less
why are you afraid
now of my prostate
it's now safe
no more kids

smiles
here have a cone of ice
cream added
but in early life you gave me corn

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