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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

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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MOON OVER CAROLINA (May humor contest)

On this clear spring afternoon
from my deck off toward the east
I spy a Carolina moon
as pale as sourdough bread yeast

The sky is shared by setting sun
although the sun is in the west
moonrise to east has just begun
as white as any virgin's breast

That moon above a flower bed
just before it's time to sup
leads me to yell at neighbor,"Fred!
Be kind and pull your short pants up!"

*don't blame Me, Barb inspired me with Her moon poem lol

gravity

Words spoken to mean nothing
Such a waste of breath

Deep down I know there's something
I can recognize on this earth

Something...
Like you
...being a speck of blue
In my never-ending sky of gray

Yet I can't help but think...

Of the unknown face of the moon

Of the tongue like an angry wave
How easily lies can roll off it.

What is it then, to feel safe?
When they fester so in my head?

So when there is something I can recognize
...
Then...

You can wake me up

Love Lies, Bitter/Sour

Promises with sentiment,
selflessness portrayed;

lustful motives so, hell-bent
with the goal of getting, laid.

Only half with earnest hearts,
the other half don't care;

but, they're the ones throwing the darts,
with such accuracy, it isn't "fair"!

Sorrows coerce, heavy hearts to break
as unions fade away;

bonus points, are what they "fake",
when there's nothing left to say.

Each time-line turns, bitter/sour
sadness, refusing to stop;

Workshop: 

Tolerance and worthy intentions

My deep affection reaches for your heart sometimes
Like a birdsong from a willow
You have batted, distracted, at the delicate intention
Like a bothered youth at summer gnats
And yet there springs more sweet consideration
Tolerance, at least in time
And appreciation further to embed more bonded warmth and comfort
I would offer butterflies of tenderness and trust
Yet you would have less fragile ministrations
We may bestow less concentrated pleasantries at times
And yet in all my understanding, gathered over years

THE AUTHOR IS DEAD

Letters play zigzag pattern in my head
Like this world in which we come to live in
Poetic talents gifted in diverse ways
Some to follow and others to lead on
As reflected in works of the Congress
On posted poems of teaming multitude
A unique stream dancing before our eyes
Where myriad promising writers grow up

African Untouched Glory

In Africa elephants roam freely
grazing open pastures of vegetation
Where white pillows cling to blue skies
Touching a green flush carpet of grassland

Native men dance for future brides
adorned in beautifully printed alfgans
to the tunes of their island women singing
Along the wide open dirt road never ending

One day I hope to vacation Africa's homeland
and enjoy the natural earth in it undeveloped form

Ironies

A gross irony perpetuates
in the surrounding mists
that intrude like rays of night
on a season of blighted hope,
and sundering sense from morality

-Vain goes the fists against the foe
who is not without, nor far in distant hell.
worn is might and wind is turned to woe-

I suck at what I hope to bring to being,
and being is a curse from birth to death.
And even then, ridden with grave lack
that pitches intellect against a divine right;
like a candle sets the mists of night alight

HE HAS ME!!

Once upon a time...
I stood before my one true love
And spat in his face
That heart-breaking cliche
..."It's over between us"...
Yet in that moment, he loved me.

Many turns back when I packed up my bags
And moved out of that Mansion he gave me
Acting out in ways worse than words
Saying...
"I met someone else"...
All through it, he loved me.

Archon dionsyia

mists fall
t he cry of birds
the silence of the city walls

even the great voice of
the sea is hesitant
and murmurs dreams

and a crown leans
as the world
listens

It Darkened Daylight

 

What would I see if riding on a light-beam?

A bi-dimensional plane, or a geometric point?

I'd view the universe's wondrous mysteries agleam

and know the very blueprint of the Ancient One's own thought

 

Deliberation led to a great insight -

the formula that Albert Einstein shared

by linking energy and mass and light

-- now so well known - e equals m c squared

 

~~~~~~

 

The powerful ignition darkened daylight

then morphed into a deep eternal scream

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