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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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Missing Messiah

If I can be whatever I put my mind to THEN I WANNA BE THE MESSIAH

Mr. Microphone Mcgyver Mr. Survivor Almost died in the clutches of the man that contributed

to my birth within his eyes

I must've looked like the Viet Kong

The sun

Clouds, so soft, float across the sky
It fills me with joy, I don't know why
At the dawn, the sky is alight with fire
a sight that never fails to inspire
this poem that I wrote just for fun
for our special friend, the magnificent sun

Where are the lights

A December winter night in this country
and my neighbors hadn’t their boundary
with Christmas trees or Christmas lights,
in past years did shine bright.

I had been feeling well
and went out for a spell
to drive my boy to work on time.
the frowns on colleagues face had his pride.

Its been a while since I drove
my Cheverolet Aveo on the road,
but my eyes had been clear
and in my body, I had no fear.

On the way home I picked up from work
the man I call a spouse.

The Right Word WS Good Hours

I had for my winter evening walk
no one at all with whom to talk.
But I had the trees in a row
up to their shining leaves in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within,
I had the sound of a violin.
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 trees found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Workshop: 

>8< Hearts

twist
gleam
the red star
dream

logic in the lost
the tragic forth
the magic
lest

wander
squander
the towers
yellowed with their
warmth
the cold
turning
blood to ice
the flesh
to worlds
away

torn in the land
asunder
the lah
of living

semblance
acquaintance
dipped in her
lacquered hue
you read
through me
like a porous
note

'Til Twilight's Last Gleaming

another day arrives
on schedule, as usual

I am happy for it

a new day
ample and succulent
eager for all

it begins with a glow
chirp and chatter resume
the scent of cinnamon
spikes the air

I too, am now fully awake
beaming like a saturday kid

a deepity arises
giggly and wry

I snortle as I hitch up my pants

(Stan's Word WS) (Alteration of Frost's Good Hours)

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend with whom to talk.
Along I had the trees in a row
whispering playful sounds had come slow.

Then I summoned the memories within,
They played the sound of a violin.
The glimpse of the past interlaced.
and youthful forms were easily traced.

I had the pleasing laughter bound.
It evoked in me a sound so loud.
and though alone I headed home back
I wouldn't let his star dim-go black.

Workshop: 

Crazy Missing You

I've lost all reason
Since you've been gone
don't know if I can carry on.

This empty feeling
pervading me
is sapping all my energy.

Within this haunting
I'm in a flap
sorely troubled in doldrums trap.

So when the night folds
and twilight burns
I fidget sheets of toss and turns.

I'm going crazy
just missing you
I wonder, Do you miss me too?

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the rural woman

the boa has excreted gold! - in etymology
cold sequin silhouettes morning sun set on fold
gone from milk tower brim conjunctivitis unfold
skins of the samite , flew modal
computer blood, fig garner feudal
machine bleeds her fingernails epochal

Just Thinking

Can’t you see me standing here?
Am I bloody invisible to your eyes?
If so just think of me, things will clear.
I am waiting for the thoughts to arrive.

I hear you laugh as if I am a fool
Hold on, there are many things to talk of.
Too many what if’s, and maybe’s cross my mind.
What of this life now we have reached this point?

Where do we go from here, this crossroad’s?
Why do we have to choose, does it not happen?
I sink into dreams each night that tease my ways.
Why am I able to run so fast, and do many things?

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