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Neopoet Weekly 06/09/24 to 06/15/24 Winner!

 

This week’s winner is Lavender with the following poem

 

Winning Poem

Magic

Submitted by Lavender

A falling star settled on my rose,
a diamond dipped in velvet clothes.
I dared not touch the pure gift
sent from heaven, so swift,
but let it rest there
in such sweet air
and comply
to my
wish.

 

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Summer Image Prompt Contest Vote

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends June 19th 2024

 

 

 

Abandoned

By:  Mary Beth Magee

 

She bobbed there in the gentle swell,
The little boat I knew so well.
The sail wrapped tight along the boom
Gave me a feeling of dark doom.
I saw no anchor chain hung down
To stop her, lest she run aground.
No one sat in her empty bow.
No hand controlled her keel just now.
A gentle breeze set her to rock.
How did she get loose from the dock?
As the breeze caused her to turn,
I spotted paint along her stern.
Rough letters where my name had been -
The words now looked like "Mortal Sin."
What had he done in dark of night?
Was he convicted by dawn's light?
Then in the reeds beside the dock…
What I saw gave me quite a shock.
A body, face down, on the lake,
Could it be him, for heaven's sake?
Please, no, I prayed and backed away.
What pushed him so, I cannot say.
I didn't dream that he would dare.
I only know I lost him there.

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Summer Image Prompt Challenge-Sailing

By: Hon

 

In the sailing wind blow
pacing along with the flow
feeling at ease and contented
under the vast blue sky
the spray of the fresh air
embarking on a new journey
traveling miles far apart
carrying with a curious mind
awaiting for a new opportunity
embracing with a sense of hope
bringing with an emotional ride
through many different stages
at the endless spending time
finding own destination
with each tale of the story
comes with lessons
instilled with the thought
life is a learning experience
that takes where it goes
a place that holds special
to the heart that embraces
like home

 

 

 

 

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Neopoet Weelky 06/02/24 to 06/08/24 Winner!

 

This week’s contest winner is hippiemoon with following poem:

Archeology

By: hippiemoon

Years from now,
We will be dead and buried.
Your laugh nothing more than
A whisper in the wind,
A breeze carrying off dandelion wishes.

Our headstones will rest together,
Aging together, as we did in life.
Tears from our loved ones will mix with rain
And our memory will fade with the engravings.

And years from now,
We’re forgotten by everyone but the Earth.
They will dig our bodies up
And find our bones entwined in each other’s arms.

 

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Congratulations to Shelby Pryor for winning this week’s contest

 

Something New

Rain rushes from the skies
Mixing with a single tear
The wind cuts through
Like every doubt, every fear

Lightning shatters my peace
Like the pieces of my mind
A distant thunderclap mocks
Of the girl I was and left behind

A tornado rages in my head
Demolishing my peace and joy
I plaster on a smile for you,
But it's just a tactic I employ

The fear paralyzes my heart
Yet I'm so tired of being afraid
It is time to get up and fight
Before my resolve starts to fade

My fingers curl around my sword
I lift it high, I've got my armor on
I bring it down with all my strength
Until the shattered pieces are gone

There is no fixing the girl I was
No use in buying time with glue
The only solution is to shatter her
And forge with fire Something New

 

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Poetry Spin and Spun

I write poetry to abort
Tell readers what others shun
The scripts however long or short
I attempt to spin and spun
For creative writing fun

Whether its good or not, I won't say
I'll leave it for critiquing sake

A Muse

Listen to the words
Which are sung in my voice
And use them to inspire
Your verses

Hold tight to me
And let my wings
Carry you to places
Yet unseen

Open your mind's eye
So as to record
All that you are about
To gaze upon

Do not ask,
But rather contemplate
so as to later put pen to paper
of all the wonders you will illustrate

Let your pen dance on paper
Without thoughts
Of where it might go
Free yourself and let it flow

The Breath of Blood

.
He hurts himself so purposely
to see if he can summon pain,
and carves her name for her to see.
He hurts himself so purposely,
and numbly, proudly, bloodily
surveys the damage with disdain.
He hurts himself so purposely
to see if he can summon pain.

Curtain Call

He loves to play the martyred artist,
nails the role in DeNiro style,
stigmatas the tune like the matador,
maligning his own equator ...

and she,
she prefers the cause of the underdog,
weaving words to suit convictions,
well formed trickery, spellbound witchery,
and meaningless just the same.

The prima donna agenda
the need to feel splendid
pole dancing Sabbath
center stage habits

and those two,
they got to have it.

TOWER of DREAMS written on 3-2-2001

A shimmering tower filled with light and love
is off in the distance hovering up above
I walk until my poor feet are sore
As the pain recedes I think I can walk some more
The Earth is dry, thirsty for the rain
I feel bad for all I can give is tears from my pain
As a single tear rolls slowly down my face
it seems that I,unknowingly, changed my pace
My walk is fast and the pain I do not feel
I'm asking myself if this is all real
The sand completely covers my clothes and hair

V E S H C H E S

cerrulean steptic
dissolve this
the slender notion
daizemul dream

choke the ballad
of hemerocallis
laced in the splinter
eye
traced in the broken
womb
cradlegrave smokey
ebb

they wore their work well
while the song of the spade
sang through the rain greased
shale

DEWBERRY'S MESSAGE

Well look there off the old roadside
a white bloom is greeting the new day
by spreading its white petals wide
almost as if it wants to say
cold weather is now in the past

That dewberry took me by surprise
appearing so early in the spring
an hour after pink sunrise
as insects hum and wild birds sing
their joy that winter now has passed

Come Together

Come bring me your berries,
Your plums, your cherries,
Bring me your applesauce,
Carvings and Chairs,
Bring me your paintings,
Your sculptures and wares.

Come with me and grow,
To barter, to trade,
Whats fresh and beaded,
And fancied with braid,

Come join me and start,
To save and begin,
This is a war,
We all can win

Buy from your neighbor,
Have built by your brothers,
Start eating fresh bread,
That's baked by your mothers.

Titanium Tower

regrets fall in rain drops upon the glass window
sitting in retrospect, life on dissect
the thick air conditions my body
into calmness
a mnemonic key
allows me to see
a flash into the past
when life was material and fast
i was all in pretty pictures in pout
walking streets to the beats always out
the filth and power the city nights devour
let alone the view is marvelous from titanium tower
closed then open eyes
self reflections as i look to the skies
a destined gamble, roll of dice

Rats

RATS

Rats said the Jess,
swatting at a passing allusion,
if things don’t improve
I’m going to cancel my subscription
to Nihilist Weekly.

Double rats said the Jess
as a skinhead materialised
out of a pile of dogshit and,
having left his sledgehammer at home,
was forced to soil his hands tearing him limb from limb.
If things don’t improve
I am going to have a great deal of difficulty
rationalising my already untenable position
with the adventurist left.

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