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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends May 26th 2024

Mum... You and I

By: Rula

 

Together we witnessed time ebbs and tides:

we went through ups, we went through downs,

yet luckily we got each other's sides,

you and I, you and I.

 

Together, unwillingly, we grew old,

with devestating wrinkles, and white hair.

We both raised families, yet we're still bold

You and I, you and I.

 

Together we laughed, together we cried:

I uplifted your spirits, you got my tears wiped,

we stayed together, side by side,

You and, I you and I.

 

Together we lived for worse and better,

until Alzheimer's stole you, my bank of love,

although you promised to stay forever

You and I, you and I.

 

My Gold

By Mr joghe

 

In whom I spent my old days and nights,

Who rocked me in my cradle;

And fed my pretty mouth with a spoon,

Did weep while I should weep.

How much will I pay

For the pain you’ve taken for me?

 

Who worked that jumper to keep me warm;

Treated me with diffidence and respect,

Her healthy arms always be my stay,

And always admired my prudent face that filled with laughter.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

Who tired me with apology for being tiresome,

And asked twenty questions and never waited for an answer.

My timidity struck her at the first sight;

When she taught me to expect something extraordinary.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I find such a pleasure

In obeying her commands,

That I take care to observe;

Shall soon come to bless me.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I vow, I thought so;

Never, as among queens and princesses

In her age; to be explicit,

I’ve kept very little company

In pretty smooth dialogues with her.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

Vote Here

Thank you for your participation!

Neopoet Weekly 05/12/24 to 05/18/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 


Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

Congratulations to William Lynn for racking up another contest win!

Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

Let us congratulate Terumi Sakurai on their first win as a neopoet member.

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I love you

Let it come
let it come
there's nothing can stop me
you lousy bum

Your threats and lies are fatuous cries
for help in your own ineptitude
so come my way
I'll have my say
it might not even hurt,
though chances are
my answers curt
will cos you pause
and that's because

you have nothing to give.
Yet I love you,
as I love a harmless bunny showing fangs
and your toothless harangues

Poetic Ingenuity

The best poems are those,
Which are not understood,
By normal human beings
Readers take a life time,
Trying to solve the puzzle,
What did the poet really mean?

A sudden spurt of ideas ensues
And
Critiques earn their dues,
Trying to resolve
And
Take credit,
For what little they themselves know

Completely original

I grasp my cow, it's tiny scow
so when we think, despite the sink
you grow your toes, in desperate throes
and try to make a disk of it

If when we turn, without a burn
and tackle every scullery
we skip on vile skullduggery
and that's a daisy's mis-turn

I grab your foot, without a thought
and try to make it relevant
so give up verse, and then traverse
Some broken glass,
and raise an undead revenant

On Eagle's Wings==update

ON EAGLE'S WINGS

Once I was made of steel
my voice was strong , my spirit bold
my visions clear.

I soared blue skies on eagle’s wings
seeking worlds unknown to imagination
my songs were the power of creation—
my death and my resurrection

Something More Than Nothing

On this road we've come to crash
did you really think we'd last?
we've still got a chance
and i'm fighting but i'm losing

they said we'd never get this far
now just look at where we are
do you want to prove them right?
it's too confusing

would you do it all again?
are you ready for me yet?
tell me you're not over this
no more than a friend

your arms hold little room to breathe
distant fingers strangle me
of all these answers
none are right

Autumngirl

here I come
in rowanberries hair with coffee in the eyes

we play hide and seek

we are children
and more adults than ever

someone asks me
to dress my love for you in words

I am not sure though I do it
every day

and every day I choose you

it would hurt me
to try to resist

before you I am humble,
my eyes in love

with you I am better than ever

you are my inspiration and
I am your autumn girl

XENOPHOBIC

Xeno: I was never phobic
Foreigner, Stranger, Guest.
Of your long, inquisitive forays
into yet, another conquest

I was laid open
My heart that hearth of rest
Although my reason hunted you down
I was there, at your bequest.

I will plead for you in the jester's court
although there's nothing I can do.
Abrogate seared scraps of love
or cherish every last inch of you

until DNA traces you
to scarred city, dead next of kin
this door is open -
stay out if you mistrust these words

Part 2 of a truly offensive poem, for Rhiannon

I'll take Rhiannon's lead and do a limerick

The poet was truly appalling
his peers broke his legs now he's crawling
they ripped out his tongue
and then it was flung,
to the fishes who gave it a mauling

The Early Vagabond

In the not so distant future
from a past not far away

where the "twain" does meet and greet the early dawn;

and the "well at purse" can do no worse
but fetch a castle high;

with his minions outside shivering on the lawn,
hence greet the early vagabond.

Back then the primitive did hail
we've not flagged too far since

obligated and elated either way;

but you tell me if you'd agree
if we'd have half a chance

I once owned a horse we called Fred.
I feared he was slow in the head.
One day, he'd not ride,
so I sliced up his hide,
and proceeded to beat him 'till dead!

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