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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?

 

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

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Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

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

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

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AND PITY, PITY

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AND PITY, PITY

© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala

 

I don’t need your fucking pity:

Haven't yet lost all my pride-

I don’t need your damned charity:

All I ever asked for was your time.

 

If my loving you makes you think you're stronger,

And has caused me to drop some, in your sight-

If you think you can keep me hanging on indefinitely longer-

Baby, you just haven't earned that right.

 

A Killer Workshop...

The shadows in the dim lit alley
gave comfort to his mind
Killer stood with his knife at the ready
waiting for just the right kind

Eyes blinked in the gathering darkness
street cats, rats and mice
He was thinking about his stomach
a lean bad guy would be nice

Killer heard footsteps a'padding
a woman by the sound
There were others right behind her
but she didn't turn around

She was intent on looking for
the child she saw today
She knew the girl was hiding
in the darkened alleyway

Normality

I thought to write a thing of importance,
share a Zen moment, a euphoric epiphany,
but anger is too close, hating my own
differences ... so I seethe.

Right to the Heart ...

between a breathe of reason,
balanced on the edge of time
I am released from your torment
so gathers a guard of honour

straight jacket in hand I wander
back and forth, wondering why forgiveness
once a given is now resolute to change mid game
falling on all and landing on none

the men in black are back on the cusp
of darkness, rolling back the hands I breathe
must I lose a love before reverence overlays my life
now death is the beginning ? life the prologue

Never blame your own lack of love

If you must find a reason to hate, form it into a huge red ball,
make it glow with the dust of Hades, and heave it from
your guts, vomit your insecurities, and remember all the
insincerities that have been handed you on a silver platter,
bloody with your own precious head...

Blame someone, anyone....you know you can...

Oria

Given the choice
I'd actually prefer to do what's right,
but that's not afforded to everyone.

Some must do what they have to do
despite the repercussions,
and the embarrassment of egos.

Then, there are some whom do whatever
strikes their "fancy", at any given moment;
as is the case of my dark-eyed, beauty rare; mystically named, Oria.

ELUSIVE COLOUR OF DEATH

Colour may be elusive in demise
The encounter devoid of yarn
Since none has come back to tell
We can only imagine the scale
From the entity hovering around
Recording birth as would be losses
The fête that follows a baby’s birth
Will also see grief in due course

Godgeball

With some imagination, and common sense
and an understanding of human ways,

one can figure every circumstance down
to one, or two of the most probable outcomes.

Sure, it may leave a somewhat wide margin
for a total, rock-n-sock 'em, out of the box surprise!

But, I can say for certain
that without a doubt, that's what makes life interesting.

Should a long-shot outcome, come to fruition;
then that's just fate shaking up the dice,

mixing things up, as it were;
and the worse that can happen is an anecdote.

We Watched

As I stood and watched
tears of blood fell from the Lord's eyes
They fell beyond this world
Beyond my reach
trickling into the darkness of despair

There we stood
lost
gazing upon this rancid world

We watched

We watched innocence wiped away by hate,
poverty and disease
We watched
bloodied women,
dragged screaming into shadows
We watched
governments, bathinng in the foul stench of corruption
just as dreams, were left to fester under society’s cruel gaze

We Watched

KONFLUENCE

i'm recieving inflections
you are feeding
hesitations
like shells through
a port
drawing closer the point
its all INTERCHANGE
the careful movements

"Sometimes Thorns Have Roses"
you sigh
your voice as soft as petals
through the smooth reciever

rain drums against the glass
hisses in the dark parking
lot on resting cars
And the bar band is playing
on

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