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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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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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A Thought A Feeling

You are there without a form
Just a pattern that I know is you
What can I do for you as you draw near?
Things to me in the now are not clear.

I could feel the colours of your touch.
Your gentle think inside my mind
Yet there is no message that I can find
Oh! Thank you! I know why you visit so.

Just to tell me that you love me is fine
my love for you spans all of time.
There is an infinity of things to learn
I still need more time, before I return.

A GLINT OF LIFE

I watched a leaf float from a tree,
no breeze to guide its path,
it flew as delicately as a flake of snow,
undetermined where to go,
landing here on branches, there buoyed up,
its ariel shape,
its colour brown and pale,
and with its gentle dance
my thoughts began to meditate
on autumn's quiet expressions,
their subtle grace;
it landed with a little sound,
a full stop as it found its place
among its colleagues on the ground.

The Center of Desire

I run my hand
over the fabric
of your skin
slowly,
moving my hand
over its textures
and plains
memorizing
your form

a raging want
burns through
my need,
I am transfixed
and aroused
your words
clasp me
into the center
of your desire

separated I despair
for only a moment,
this growling beast
this fiery lust
eats to the heart
of my core,
returning, you
tease playing
with my passion

There are no happy ever afters
on this side of Gloomy Hill.

Most smiles are feigned
as are the faulty souls
that look through squinted windows
at a world turned black and grey.

There is no joy,
but only sadness,
masked behind a cordial mien
that shouts conflicting creeds
in its undertones.

Laughter is a chorus
of broken glass
against entombed regrets
but I am the eye that sees
into the darkness.

There are no happy ever afters
in a world of broken things,

And who is God ...

And who is God

When I was young ...
I asked my teacher ...ma'am why does the Earth have human beings...
and why there are no more Earths elsewhere ....
there must be

she said
No there is only one Earth and God made it

I asked who is God.

she put a finger on her lips....shh shh shh

today I read some news

NASA says 4.2 billion Earths elsewhere....
I think

God must be a factory man

Aussie Army (written two years ago)

Mounted on a big red.
That is as rough as its rider.
Sits the Great Weird Elf.
He’s so proudly the leader
With a cackling Kookaburra,
on his shoulder.

Feared by so many
His pen sharp as a sword
A pen that was hardened
To the strength of steel
By years of learning
Word cutting, no yield,
without fear he does wield
A great choice
To lead in the fight
Poetic justice
Their banner declares

Flanked on either side,
By his maids in arms (Not his Arms)
He fights but causes no harm.

Should Have Gone To Speck Savers!

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

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

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

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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