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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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when the water lily speaks

Intersecting triangles and connecting dots
jumbles of words
on a silver and gold charm bracelet,
your head jingling on her belt.
Ha!
You laughed.
The goddess in her disguise
bested and played you for
all she is.

You must dance to her tune,
disembodied from the neck down.
She is without mercy.
She is your soul.

life<3

life is like a rose
short and sweet
long and painful
like petals always gleaming
our life can always be streaming
never settle for less
unless you want to impress
the past is the the past
live in the future.
life is like a rose
sweet,inoccent,beautiful
but also sharp painful and cruel
there is no way around it so you have to duel
the struggles, pain
but remeber you can always gain
sure you can lose
but its up to you to choose.

A R G O N V I S I O N

fuck with clarity
the wound
bittered with ache
when all the junk that is life
reminds you that your still
a cunt in wolves skins
stitched

piss on the kills and routes
kept that are sacred
sleeping in beating heart
hitch
to wake with life the bitch
you serve

let the tracking collar dig
in and wear thick
its just another prick
fucking eternity with
thoughts like raindrops
lost in rain

Reverend Director V...

What's this? there are some voices
Footsteps in the hall
No one supposed to be here
Just the Reverend, that's all

Girlish whispers and angry murmmers
"We will kill him now"
He's done it to all of us
No more; and that's our vow

A dozen girls filed in slowly
Steak-knives and clubs of wood
Killer shrank back hiding
Should he stop them if he could?

Judge and Change (prose)

We cannot judge when change
Comes to others with the past

Have we not seen a cocoon
When it releases the butterfly

Have we not seen the night
Become the clarity of day

Can we not say it's possible
Yet we see it with a next day

Yes that's right, we are change
With every second that passes

INTERNECENE WARS

INTERNECENE WARS

I woke to a heavy mist
a blanket dark a dank
covering the earth where
I lay that night.
the stench of death
stained the air
reaching cities far and near.

I lifted myself from the ground.
looked around to see
who was left besides me.
suddenly
an icy cold passed through
my soul
shadows I once knew
strong and bold.
and for the pity of it
I did but swoon

Where is love.

in a broken smile you mask an ocean of pain.
tide rises and lowers, it drives you insane.

your eyes tell a story. you cant hide.
they marvelously reveal the devistation inside.

hard to breathe. hard to think.
hard to love. hard to blink.

in your home there should be no fear.
you're constantly asking "what am i doing here?"

The Earth… a movie

The earth… yes, just this earth
It is the title of one creepy movie
That we all of these parts
And outside these parts watch
Even if we blind our eyes
It still plays on our blindness screen

Below is an intriguing prologue
And profile of its actors
Best call them cemetery angels
Or the Death Dealers

Sexily Rabbitic

Rabbits only sexualize,
they homoise
and
are downright stupid,
in intelligence naught
and
forever in sexual acts get caught.

The sex in rabbits
surpasses all
and
intelligence,
you as a woman
too have after all.

Look around the world,
UK and India and indirectly America
are ruled by women

Sexual rape and body massage
are simple acts on their part
as men are born
with an external sword,
women hold the umbilical cord

FORSAKEN

FORSAKEN

Nothing is forever
for anyone.
the days pass us quickly by
as moments die
into old photographs.
Lovers love until
they love no more.
friendships fade into yesterdays
and the dreams we dream
are by God and Man forsaken.

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