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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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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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CONVERGENCE

Frank Wright had an idea

                                             Bob Frost had an idea

Which popped into his head

                                             Which popped into his mind

A vision of a structure

                                             A vision of a poem

                       Which both knew how

                          to transform into

                                REALITY

Frank's specialty was physical

                                              Bob's specialty was word

S H U N T

perfect slalom
through vintage track hiss
these lights gleam bright
like halos
like second sight
and you let the belt slip through
your lacquer
the thin mouth open feeding
the stream
a scream of cooked purity
I can fly as I slip away
so easy how heaven
can ease to hell

bent over with smudged glasses
bad teeth
your spine like a worn range of
mountians
like a sadness in the spring thaw

Heavy Heart

every tear is a burning fire
that turns a beating .........................................................heart

into ashes. dodgeing glances
feeds the insecurity making intimidation................heavier

over struggling lungs. gasping for mercy
but mercy is more rare......................................................than

a kiss from gold.
the pleading grows strong enough to bend..................lead

Glitz and Gloom

Call it shimmering bliss
Or wild gleaming glees
They are the bounteous reap
Of they who have guessed the stars right
Robed in jewelries of glitters
They deem the world a beauteous palace
Where is played a ballad of solace without hassle

People are ugly

People are ugly,
hideous
when I am
They are gorgeous and lovely,
when I am

Is that so strange?
What is the common factor?

The dark gloomy sky is bilious
or filled with strange and wonderful images

When it is bright blue,
a bit trite perhaps,
or joyous.

The mountains portend devastation
or rise in grandeur

The trees drops limbs,
life threateningly
or stand in life near eternal

there is only one common factor.

your nose is growing

So,
you wanted to be a porn king,
my little rascal,
and you thought big
and you talked a good schtik,
going through all the motions
until you came to my conclusion.

It's all right, Jack, go on. Write poems
of ejaculation and I'll read them
on occasion. But please don't be breaking
all the mirrors in your house fucking yourself to death,
you might get cut out of your own show while it'cccs still
on the road.

Amen.

When I killed you,

you sighed
so softly
then died

I had no hate,
it was just cause,
it was too late
to stop
a simple clause
was all it took
was what you said you said

I love her

no longer singing the blues

It slides in easily.

I slice my knife into your guts so so soft
you were the cause of it's blame
it was determined, you should know
my love is cause enough
So die, fuck,
you know why
you are a jazz musician
and took my girl.

Just gone...

Just gone…

Your tears ran down my back,
it tickled, I would have laughed
most times.

Why am I not laughing,
we shared something
now gone. Where does it go,
not to someone else,
is it just hung until
the next heartbreak.

Is this we speak of only for pain,
can anyone feel this.
Hope not, this hurts like hell,
worse than, well maybe
physically but I’m, no in time
thinking, mental hell.

Downtown Sellout

I was kicked in the the face,
beat up and pulled away,
left astray,
So I took a little walk,
And ended up at the boulevard,
And as I glanced back at the road I had walked on,
I was amazed as to how far from home I had come from,
So I stared the city in the face,
And once more I was amazed,
To realize how much society had lost its grace,
It was never that hard to keep a steady pace,
But no one will raise a voice in this fake place,
So I carried on,
To this day I walk on,

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