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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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Happenstance

Submitted by Lonnie on Thu, 2013-09-05 07:21

Happenstance

The snow queen’s tears start freezing on alabaster cheeks
as the jester slices off his face
maids and minions of the court rush to lick the blood
and time bends inward leaving empty space

nothing is as nothing was, and nothing will become
the essence of itself and nothing more
fantasy is blasphemy, acceptance never real,
reality itself is but a whore

Night Snow

Submitted by Race_9togo on Thu, 2013-09-05 05:44

Silently it falls,
And sometimes roars
On sweeping nights
When air is knives
And cold a living thing
But quietly now it falls
On sleeping prairies
Sacred in long slumber,
Remnants of a younger world
Where cynicism soon
Remembers emptiness
Of open treeless plain
And softness touches
Upturned face with wonder
As a gentle hiss of falling
Makes voiceless piled drifts
Made blue in shadow and silver
Rise up to kiss
The climbing freeze of pale moon

Au dessus

Submitted by BlueDemon77 on Wed, 2013-09-04 21:51

Au dessus

the grains scratch the incorrect way
the capillaries burst and now it gives sway
blood congealed with thick human pain
a skyline filled with red and black rain

a Marianas trench of wounds
an Everest of angry swoons
a little sign of darkness falls
to torch the writing on the walls

we force it onto each other's soul
the final purity's burning coal

goes

out

M o t o r o l a

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2013-09-04 14:44

vibratto static
windsheild thump
crushed filter tip
beneath her pump

a night of falling glass
crashing like stars
the shattered stash

fed fire nocturna
blazing in coal
rouge
smear

drip sighs
stretched
beneath
damp denim
saphire

she drinks
volumes
saturated
while the gleaming
blur
rushs past
exasparated

vinyl and river
deep
zipper claws
running
seams
like disturbed
and broken
dreams

A Gentleman's Muse...

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Wed, 2013-09-04 05:41

A Gentleman's Muse....

Feeble men we are that stand idly by,
while children suffer on our docile watch.
Don’t we care when we hear them cry?
as the soldier’s gun earns another notch.

Oil they say is it more important than a life,
won’t be that when it runs out and their cold.
I also need it’s money to keep my lovely wife,
clothes, jewellery, all investments, so I’m told?

My vision

Submitted by loved on Tue, 2013-09-03 20:42

I learned this
deprivation is the sperm
of sexualist poetry
and
to add some spice to the taste of finality
mix a woman's X chromosome
to give a tail either in front or rear
take it as thou wish

Shakespeare’s and bards like me
are not anointed every moment
ask the creators here

and

denigrators for their vision

Epicurial poetry I shan't adhere
let me be free and lonely
my poets dear

Frosted Southern Belles

Submitted by BettyBuff on Tue, 2013-09-03 15:25

Her newly shorn
platinum tresses
revealing a neck forlorn
of kisses un-broached
funny how exposed
and virginal
it suddenly appears
to her beloved

The sweet nectar
beading like
latent weepings
on meringue
in contrast
remind him of Southern Belles
frosted from demure talcum
dustings

Half-formed dredged memory
fires his tongue
onto his dessert...

E m o g e n e

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2013-09-03 13:03

dell chorus
the silent boiler
and the blind mirror
sipping echos with the faulted tap

dark circe night
I smash the stars out one
by one
beneath the moth dancer light

A freight howls
rattling the bridge domain
the dark coffee waters

beneath the space
we buried
the river runs

wide and staring
voracious with power
like buttons torn
ventured to the seam

couplets and meaning

Romantic holiday

Submitted by loved on Mon, 2013-09-02 20:50

Just returned

It was real fun being on the road
viewing the valleys and hills glide by
we all were so happy
all galls and guys
all were really gay,
no, not the way you all are today
there were friends from all walks of life
gals and guys
some could have been bi’s
one can’t about anyone say today
we had a lovely holiday

went hand in hand
on a ferry
it was like there were
many Toms and Jerry

all were in smiles on top of the world
we had coffee at Tim Horton’s

DAYS

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Mon, 2013-09-02 13:36

Days like windows, look out on the self same scene,
the tree still stands it's ground, the robin visits his bush;
the sky, though ever changing, stays above.

We live, we love, a pattern like a dial,
the petals of a flower, rhythmical and constant,
stamped out with measured step
that takes us to other places, ending up in the same.

Each day a moment caught in dream,
another in a duty, others go unseen.
If we can see the beauty in each simple moment,
now, life is so rich, we happiness endow.

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