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Neopoet Weekly 07/14/24 to 07/20/24 Winner

This week’s winner is Shelby Pryor with the following poem

Higher and Higher

I've been on my back lately
I haven't tried getting up
I've embraced the tears
But enough is enough

I won't just get up now
I'll rise like a Phoenix
Shaking the ashes off
The life that I'll fix

I will not be passive
It is time to ravage
The fear inside me
I'll attack like a savage

Wipe the blood from my lip
Dust the dirt off my hands
For victory belongs to the one
Who runs, not who stands

Fire comsumes my heart
Burning up all the pain
You might have crushed me
But it was not in vain

What destroys the others
Will not mar my skin
The scars are finally fading
My thread no longer thin

So watch my eyes ignite
Watch my steps shift
I'll treat my life not as
As a curse but a gift

I am done holding back
Living like a caged-up lion
I will keep getting up
When it feels like I'm dyin'

So give me back the pen
Only I can write my story
Every drop of blood spilled
Is another step towards glory

You can deliver a steep uppercut
But I'm a last round fighter
Even with you pushing me down
I keep flying Higher and Higher

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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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The stream (all workshops)

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

 

Sailing while Sailing

Oh, look! My kite is flying high
A flag of freedom in the sky
A brave explorer sailing where
No other soul would dare to fare

I wonder, can it see me here
from heights of virgin stratosphere
I think perhaps I look so small
I'm barely visible at all

upon the sea, a dot of white
a fleck of paint to a flying kite

Oh, soaring kite, I hold your will
I'm happy, yet, I'm saddened, still
That I should keep you tethered so
I wonder should I let you go

On the Road

On the road
I travel alone
In a far distance
through out
life journey
up and down
crossing the path
I take life experience
to carry myself back
up to walk again
on a steady pace
to leave a memory
of the footprint
on this planet
a reflection of time
to learn that there
is every emotional ride
to different locations
comes with lessons
of an on going to
search for reasons
to reach the destination

New growth

Two new puppies

One is Jewel,
The other is called Love.

I hold them,
Smell their newness.

And life, begins anew
Just from holding them

Coal Mine Canary

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.

NOTHING LASTS

My boots exit soft leafy duff
and clomp on tar and gravel road.
The stars are out, I've had enough
of carrying my lonely load.

I unsling rifle from my shoulder
then place it in its well worn case
exhale a breath that's turning colder.
Of mid day warmth there is no trace.

I stiffly get into my truck
no need to punish achy knees
already stiff from slippery muck
which an hour ago began to freeze.

Disappointment in Myself

Falling short, I sigh
Disappointment in myself
Striving to improve

Majesties and Massacre

From the confluence of two small creeks
The Bear River starts its mighty flow,
Through majestic mountains close to heaven
Towards parched plains waiting far below.

The longest river in our great America
To never reach towards coastal seas,
This landlocked serpent ebbs and flows
With gifts and bounties sure to please.

Three states will claim its clear blue waters
To feed livestock and awaken thirsty plains,
Nearly five hundred miles of pristine beauty
Winding until in Bear Lake it finally drains.

Roads To Ride

I wander, and roads wander in my thoughts.
Do they take me, or am I taken by roads?
Those that are narrow and suspiciously wild,
Running in forests, playing seek and hide.
Each with a story of ones treading them,
Some reach their destiny, others yet to come.

Some seem wider with more promising ends,
With greener sides that endlessly extend.
They swallow our pains as we travel along
And give a strong feeling that we belong.
Though silent they are, they speak to you
If treading them with a more hopeful view.

Let It Out

do I let it out
Word by word
Do you think
They will listen?

Nightly chased
By worries
That suffocate
The stars

Hope, a speck
Only seen
Under a
Microscope

Most see
A speeding
Car driving
Into a wall

As the sound of the
Crash makes
A heart run
For cover

As for me
It is a walk
In the dark
On a mountain
With no pathway
Just branches
To hold you up

Though no political pundit, nevertheless...

I trumpet the withdrawal
of democratic contender from out the presidential race.

Breaking headline news story
courtesy rumor monger premieres
showcasing emphatic groundswell
against feeble minded incumbent.

Extraordinary turn of current events
immediately enlivens the United States populace
injecting much needed lively discussion
about gerontocracy deliberating for the electorate.

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