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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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CHARLOTTE RUSSE updated

CHARLOTTE RUSSE

Wax ruby lips
charlotte russe
on a stick
cracker jacks
don’t step on a crack

Jo-Cur for the hair
smelling green
castor oil
cure for all
second to an enema
if all else fails
school days throw up
in a pail

black veil
and black dress
tears of sequens
falling.
head hung low
mourning silence
broken hearts
childhood fears

A million years
ago

Japanese Poetry

haiku

Tundra
a barren tundra
far far away from it all
there is nothing here

Ass
unmovable ass
push tug this mule will not budge
kindly check its load

I will add more styles as I learn them

RACE to the RED PLANET

Expedition to Mars by Ian Thomson

One bright afternoon, in the middle of June,
We set off to reach the Red Planet.
There was Gobby and Cleg (and his dog with three legs)
Wee Spider and me - I'm called "Carrots".

Our ship we named "Horse", though it wasn't, of course,
It was just an old washing machine
That some idiot dumped, underneath a tree stump,
It took ages to get it all cleaned.

Workshop: 

One-eyed Romeo

The grey veil of night
like a baby's breath,
barely alive
weak, and close to death.

My name is Romeo
with but one eye,
it takes but one
to watch you die.

I'll bring a rose
of deepest red,
my gift to you
once you are dead.

I'll bring your burial
gown, this night,
and stitch the back
'till it fits just right.

I'll bring spread wings
of a butterfly's,
to cover but one
of your listless eyes.

A Penny Dreadful

shadows
and more shadows
angles of rain
of course
the night
lonely
distant
voiceless night

sad jazz spreads
a soothing, cool salve
over an open wound
bullet?
Knife?
shattered heart?
all hurt the same
shame
she got so close

I'll live

SELF REFLECTION

SELF REFLECTION

Through a prism dark
shadows crash across
the room
lamp light warm
midnight pieces
in dream’s refraction
like a mirror shattered
on the floor

So you went to India to find God
or a Guru who spoke on your behalf
and you left your Armani suit behind
in the closet of another's dream
sleeping
on the street where you had just passed by,
You're just another fucking spoiled common
garden-type
Westerner, you wouldn't know God
if she came to you in the form of
every man.

The Unspoken Words

through life’s existence,
in the coldness of winter,
the green fields of summer,
& the hope that spring brings..

no words to comprehend
of such emotion,
kept in secrecy & in silence,
for fear of the inevitable..

but i couldn’t help to stare,
making you uncomfortable,
isn’t it funny?
i feel the same way too..

i tried to convey such,
but I got lost somewhere.
suffocating you,
unintentionally..

My Pretty Ponies

My father taught me to count time in my mind
with ponies
my pretty ponies

One 'my pretty pony' takes a second to say

When in anticipation of something new
I'd count them with joy
and through my childhood years
many pretty ponies bounded
through my imagination
pulling seasons on a fast ride
towards the next adventure

each pony racing past in reckless abandon
hundreds through the years

Until the moment
some of my ponies froze for an eternity
never to fully recover

C A P R I C E of S U M M E R

"Medulla Ossium"

guide your cartridge fingers
down the slender drain throat

overhead the rain of stars continues
burning embers of god
descend

people praying on the asphalt
gunfire and thunder
the sleek of fire is beginning
the landlines are failing

I can taste blood on the wind
as gatherers of no faith
in the last vehicles take

to the left is summer waning
to the right is summer fat
the moons oblivion smiling
down on mans fate
as its done again
and again

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