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  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

April 2024 Contest Winners

Congratulations to our April 2024 contest winners!

Spring Fling  was won by Carrie with the poem Spring Fling

04/24 I Was An April Fool was won by Geezer with the poem Fooled Again...

04/24 Waiting In Line was won by  Mary Beth Magee  with the poem The Last Time

04/24 Are We There Yet?  Was won by Rula with the poem We're Almost There For It

04/24 My Favorite Cookie was won by Leslie with the poem After school treat!

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Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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I Am Pausing My Cultural Exam To Tell You

the snow is falling softly behind the tree in the window
and you could easily guess what I think about now
it's always the same.
yes, she would like this. curled up on the couch with me.
I keep saying that I want to know
I want to know when I won't think these things anymore.
but I will leave it at that for today.
for today, I want you to know
that I know I was stupid.
I want you to know that I will stop listening to little birds
and my angry heart.
I think you know that for me, at least

Aching Stone

darkly filled
abrasive edge
cloaked in shadow
a lacy web

spidery fingers
cold of touch
holding tight
needy
for love

craving
yet raising
and waving a shield
deflecting
denying
all who would kneel

for history's fist
retains its grip

and a heart
once broken
becomes
such as this

What

I stared at the darkness
It enveloped my thoughts
To hell with this,
came to my mind
I switched the light on
Now I am delighted
Which seems to be
a contradiction??

G r o u n d d o w n

sparks we shone
brilliant
drawing heads
and doubts

throughout the jealousies
and envious hooks
we stole the pages
of each's book

sharpening like a skill
this trade
we flattened and dulled
the tempered
haze

Its winter now
fulfilled
and late
we throw the walls
kick stones
in spate

how we crowned
the victories
being first
drawing further
lost
further tossed
till we
are lastly

lost

If you follow The Creek, from The Pond, to the west,
turn north once you’ve reached the Top Paddock,
by the Mallee-Shrub Maze, you will reach a small crest
(near the home of the kind Sylvi-Rabbits)....

In The Maze, just last weekend, they all had a party
(it developed to a loud, wild affair)
for Will Willy-Wag-Tail's very first birthday.
Everyone knows him as Billy-Do-Dare.

Shut Your Mouth Girl

I'm on a fiery warpath
I'm done with you talking smack
you think you got me duped,
but your butt’s about to catch a boot.

Take your rug-rats
and pack your bags.
find your own house
before I go in your mouth.

I maybe half blind
and feeling bad half the time,
but, I'll be dang gone dead
before I let you take my head.

Telling your lies to everybody you choose
won’t get me to step back my shoes
nor will I take back the harsh words
I said, you blatant, disrespectful girl.

Hopeless Romantics

We were so young
with our bellies full of naivety.
We scorned the sun
that cast shadows on our fragility.
We rode the wind
and never left room for any doubt.
We fought with time
like it was never going to run out.

But we were young
and love was still a lesson to be learned.
How could we know
that we died a little as the world turned?
We were anxious
and in a hurry for life to begin.
No one told us
that we would never feel this way again.

silver sands

I cried a flood of fragile, perfect rainbows
that washed through childhoods’ simple, silver sands
so grains of unformed innocent not-knows
were scarred with dull, unlovely coloured bands

I wept for past naivety, now stained
with mortal ken - apocalyptic knowledge
that I’d forever be bereavement-maimed
my silver sands were gone; destroyed - my courage

Big john

Big john…

I met a man called big john B,
he had a strange affect on me.
We were stood on the edge of
the Mississippi, near it’s end
a mile from the sea.

The affect he had was to free my thought,
to dream of things I thought I’d forgot
Taking me closer to that which I sought,
away from the fears and worries I’d fought.

Travelling we were from here to there,
never quite knowing the days end.
We took each new road without a care,
I’d never again find a closer friend.

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend with whom to talk.
But I had the cottages in a row
up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the memories within, 2
Alike the sound of a violin. 1
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw a shadow, but couldn't track. 3

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