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April 2024 Contest Winners

Submitted by neopoet contests on Tue, 2024-04-30 20:38

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!

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Contest Vote

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Mon, 2024-04-29 23:58

Vote for this month’s image prompt contest winner

Voting ends May 6th 2024.

Vote at the end of this newsletter.

 

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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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/21/24 to 04/27/24 Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-27 23:40

This week the Neopoem is

 

 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

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

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Should Have Gone To Speck Savers!

Submitted by mand on Tue, 2013-11-05 15:58

Brut! Go to her, say you’re sorry!
APOLOGISE!
She cries!!
Use those big brown eyes!

Do you see her my mastiff friend?
She’s over there!
Eh! Where?
No! don’t look, don’t stare!

Let's act as if we don’t see her
Come on! Let’s go!
No, no!
Slowly amigo!

Act casually, watch me, like this!
Do this! Be quick.
That’s slick!
This is the “limp trick”.

She’s coming! Now give her “THE LOOK”!
Ops! It’s a cow!
What! how?
Got it wrong somehow!

all that ever was

Submitted by Seren on Tue, 2013-11-05 08:35

silken threads bind
the tree of life,
skeins of hope
tying all
deep into the soul
of the earth

but,
the dirt trembles and shakes
big minds wander
the lost halls of learning
they go where others
dare not tread,
risking all
with each step

tremendous machines
chew through the skin
of the planet
ripping and shredding
the life out of Gaia,
she is dying
a day at a time

Where Sadness Lies

Submitted by brittle light on Tue, 2013-11-05 04:47

I once saw a litle girl crying
her kitten had outgrown her
and no longer wished to play

it was not a mopey cry
but a cry of startling discovery

loss had given its first indelible lesson;
she had glimpsed a void,
and the possibility that all could be lost

this particular event
would only be the first
of a kind

..........

twice upon a time
a boy kissed a girl

they were lying in a meadow
side by side
on a hill so high
it nearly touched the sky

You're Not a god

Submitted by Rula on Tue, 2013-11-05 02:26

Don't despise me fellow man for we
both wear the cloth of humanity.

We're both made up of dirty clay
that shall eventually decay.

I'm flesh and blood, I breathe the air
you breathe; we have much to share.

I grieve, and then my tears show
like yours, when your sorrows grow.

On my bed and yours shall be lying
the syndromes of aging and dying.

Or do you think you're better than I?
Order the sky then as not to cry.

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What are you?

Submitted by Nilmini on Mon, 2013-11-04 06:17

What are you really?
I think you’re a Drug
A sweet sweet Drug
That I keep resisting

Don’t want to get addicted
I fear it’ll ruin me
My life and my loved ones’
So I keep resisting

But how much I keep yearning
To hold you close to me
To laugh with you, to have fun
Yet I keep resisting

I am scared to admit
What now I really feel
For then there won’t be any turning
So I’ll keep resisting

Apparitions

Submitted by William Saint George on Mon, 2013-11-04 04:43

The string quartet
plays ten thousand bits
through rusty, ambitious speakers
while the evening
turns into
a velvet night
like the madman's canvas:
with a yellow moon
and fuzzy, mad, mad flora.

Am I lost in my dreams
of a life in heaven,
seated by stars and by the sun,
the guest of comets
and falling meteors?

A name to be remembered?

Paradise Dissected

Submitted by brittle light on Mon, 2013-11-04 04:11

full color posters span the room.
exotic islands extending
a promise of paradise

persuasive

whispy fronds
sandy waves
golden umbrellas of sun
and moonlight
the waters,
and wine, sparkling
with an infectious splashing jubilance

reclaimed colonial remnents,
spruced and gussied,
are re-animated on slick penny posts
dosed with salcious slogans,
and taunting, boastful
salutations

charming enticements,
sanitized in white,
safe for all consuming pleasures

Brilliant comment,,,now poetry

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2013-11-03 23:11

your brilliant remark as a comment

sparks my mind with a momentary lament... a rumored love story ...between a hubby and wifey ...they tried for years ...but she couldn't conceive ...and said if she couldn't ...at least he could....

Ferrous Standby Complexitory Annunciation

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2013-11-03 16:41

tin days roll away
the summer bleating in blonde chilled hay
the creeks are sighing raised their ways
in banks of crested hues of sheen
a memory of the seasons green
past through the florrid hurry dews
now dusted with the flurry hues
tin days have come
to stay

satin and sheen
of mornings frost
the labours of
a years cost
piled high in wood
for sighing stoves
preserves and
jams for tasty
loaves

Opposites Attract

Submitted by mand on Sun, 2013-11-03 07:18

We’ve been married for many a year.
I like wine and he likes beer.
He talks a lot about world affairs,
politics and falling shares.

I like shopping in charity shops,
Tesco sales and coffee stops.
He likes cricket and detective films,
Doctor Who and magic realms.

I like Spring watch and BBC four.
Doc Martin and Patrick Moore.
He likes to read the “New Scientist”.
Not much else is on his list.

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