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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!

The winning poem of the

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine is

 Backwards by  Carrie

Congratulations to Carrie on such a unique poem.

 

This week the Neopoem is

 

  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

April 2024 Contest Winners

Congratulations to our April 2024 contest winners!

Spring Fling  was won by Carrie with the poem Spring Fling

04/24 I Was An April Fool was won by Geezer with the poem Fooled Again...

04/24 Waiting In Line was won by  Mary Beth Magee  with the poem The Last Time

04/24 Are We There Yet?  Was won by Rula with the poem We're Almost There For It

04/24 My Favorite Cookie was won by Leslie with the poem After school treat!

This week the Neopoem is

 

 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on his first contest win as a neopoet member.

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Locked In A Basement

Behind concrete walls,
entombed by damp wood and mold,
even though he loved her more,
than any master should.

He gauged her eyes one at a time,
replacing them with glass beads,
while she writhed in pain.
An unwilling compromise.

Stitched up lips, needle and thread.
His secret kept, as she silently wept,
Blood soaked tears ran down her face,
how she wished she was dead.

Mounting her head on a stick,
he fixed her hair with a sigh.
Such a shame how she bled.
As he dragged her lifeless torso to bed.

To Defend The KIngdom

Consumed in this darkness surrounded by the rapscallion, a defence of my blessed faith, a covenant of devotion and loyalty until the very end

Praise our saviour and to the prophesy of our weaknesses, abide to our hearts desired fate, and renew in daily reverence to a love we so depend

Our congregation grows to one body and soul ne'er to scorn nor loneliness, the evil then devoured by the hatred of all men and to oblivion we so rightfully commend

The Couple

The Couple
They sit together in the amber glow of a heavenly Mississippi sunset,
Gray heads moving back in forth in unison.
Sixty plus years of rocking have worn subtle grooves in the wood of the old porch.
Gnarled hands touch in the gap between the white-painted oak rockers,
Barely clasping as stiffened finger joints protest.
She smiles at him, her eyelids downcast, the shy smile of old.
He winks a rheumy eye in response, as he did when first they met.
Hearts communicating, they stop rocking and lean to a kiss,

A way Out!

At night
it's hard to tell
what goes on there
or behind
It's dark and
so quiet that
only silence would bark.

So let's wait till morning's eye
Is kind enough to serve
a clearer sight

Only then we can both
find a way

Out

Confidential

Before you
I was blind
I crawled and cried
as a child

my thoughts
were mere doubts,
inner shouts
that howled
and ground my awe

until when
you intruded
and diluted
my heart
in the world
of words' art
and in you.

Sunflower

You remind me of the sun
You illuminate and sheen
You warm my heart
You delight me
So incredibly
in such way that
I'm blinded by you
But i can't desist looking
Im a sunflower
The sun is the reason
Why i kept my body and soul together
But the sun
Paid no attention
To a trivial thing like me

Shine

I've been looking for a place to sit
To put on paper what I think
I imagined myself in the middle of a forest
Where wind can calm my mental torment

Though it's nothing but a lie
'Cause I can't see it with my eye
So I wander around the town
To find my special place to sit down

I needed nature to be loud
I needed people to be silent
I needed not to be a part of a crowd
I needed my mind not to be violent

Novel approach to madness

Buckshot scattershot
shellshocked astronaut
Jason and the Argonauts
and Ulysses’ odyssey out to sea

Kill maim hop the freight
seventeen pieces of eight
walrus said time to fly
pirates on the wire scream alibis

It’s an uptight fright night
turn out the overhead lights
tears gone ducts dry
leave this senseless battle far behind

Twas ever thus or are we nuts
cobwebs grow matter molts
physical mental emotional breakdown
major league proportions no relief in sight

The Opposite of Toil

She was never like work. In fact,
she was like walking up to an amusement park
with crazy-colorful signs, always promising excitement.

Like cotton candy too; maybe a little messy,
but always better to have it, regardless
of the colorful disarray others may see.

Johnny, Come Home...

He stands a little straighter,
throws his shoulders back.
"My Country Tis of Thee"
his face no longer slack.

Wounded in his mind,
he was left upon the field.
He never came home at all,
and he will never yield.

He spends his days still fighting,
for his God and country.
His wife looks after him,
she prays, "Please come back to me."

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