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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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LUCKLESS DAY

A slow painful tramp back to my truck
after eight total hours
of being
..still
...alert
....cold
......cramped
.........................luckless

Old knees and muscles fairly scream
as they creak from too much time
...........unflexed

Flashlight shows uneven ground
old stumps, logs, vines and rocks
all anxious to send me home
with another fall
sprained and bruised

Will I never reach my truck?

Didn't see a single deer

But I did see

C U R E *

pure you push the plush persuit
planular perfume perfection

the ovid isolation dream
suspends eclipsed
where two hearts meet

"thats the poison"
you sighed
and I slid beneath the
sleep of windowless skies

kiss us away
this rainstretch morning
with dampness
tinged in murky puddles

circlets of thoughts
falling down

The Spring Tide

waxing and waning
push and pull
daylight is fading
the moon is full
a pinprick of starlight
from behind her eye
starts to glow
as she starts to cry
her tear in the tide
would not make a wave
for if she is nothing
she's nothing to save
go down to your destiny
to the ocean floor
take a deep breath
and sigh no more.

inside the winter light

Sunday morning in the city,
icy pavement, icy street,
bare trees white with winter's white
its silence overwhelms

you wrote a poem about paper and skin,
we play rock, paper, scissors
inside this fairy dust;

in orbs of water,
it is always snowing
it covers and hides us
like bubbles we collide

not long ago,
wild geese
left no impressions, no shadows
for the leopards in the snow,
who are we, always coming and
going?

Different Ways...

In the house of Sir Gee, there is much joy
There are ooo's and ahhhh's and many hugs
Presents unwrapped, by each girl and boy
How did you know? He just grins and shrugs

Killer's house is much the same
'Cept the presents a little more wild
Instead of giving the kids those boring-games
There are knives for each boy-child

The girls will get some presents too
Cooking pots, and new recipes to try
Of course, they'll try them out on you
It might be bad, but you won't die

Pussy cat pussy cat

There’s a cat on our street, she’s incredibly clean
She is long she is black and she’s terribly mean
She roars like a lion and purrs like a kitten
One look at her face and your bound to be smitten
With her bright golden eyes and a coat black as coal
She will lure you in, she will capture your soul
She’s a devil an angel all rolled into one
On the wide open road she is fast she is fun
In the city she knows how to slow down the pace
As she ambles down streets with such style and grace

LATE AUTUMN

The color green has become rare
now that leaves have fallen down.
Among the hardwoods cold and bare
all is stark from root to crown.

On this late November day
even the sky has lost its blue
due to clouds heavy and gray
brought last eve when north winds blew.

The once gay colored autumn leaves
now are dunn and at my feet
barely disturbed by frigid breeze.
Land has forgotten summer's heat.

Same old story

Rewritten over and over the same old story,
why does pain always come before glory?
I can't see my heads all cloudy and my mouths all stuffy.

Planning it piece by piece,
breaking down slowly, but im savoring the sweet,
completly misunderstood by all means please,
leave me lonely disease over powering,
problems? probably,
lost in my dreams,
one member standing, they all left the team,
you can pretend to befriend me, but the lies I already see,
so im no longer recommending my bitter words of plea.

Yule tide!

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WISE COUNSEL

When in dilemma, seek counsel
From your peers, my friend
You hear them say all sorts of things
I will not agree, if I were you
No one tries that with me
Real pepper, is what I will show
In return, you pull down the roof
And drag naked fire to light the sea

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