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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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Total Aquareness

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2012-02-14 01:44

Leathered terrace that I cling to
enlists the true, eclectic me
sometimes shavin'
always cravin'
to see the forest through the tree;

I've seen rainbows and spied sunsets
that would make an angel cry
and I notice in the distance
I'll see that same light when I die;

for instance my own Mother
knows how short that I had fell,
sometimes we may see a heaven
from a view that includes hell;

The Karmic Game

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Mon, 2012-02-13 23:26

The sky was set on fire
Its smoke did hide the sun

While here on earth

I stood inside the murky haze
Screaming at the karmic Gods
At the very top of my lungs

I raised my fist above my head
Wondering why was I not dead

Once again, my anger rose

Who can fly upon burnt wings
Not any you might hurt
Or cripple by your selfish games

The smoky sky did finally clear
The sun came shinning through

Whom could I have blamed?

Leap of Faith

Submitted by Starry_Nights on Mon, 2012-02-13 21:43

Why make a leap of such great faith alone
When you have a friend there to stand beside?
Another with you should jump in quick stride,
My branches serving as a stepping stone.
This is a jump of great importance, no?
Implying in it a change of magnitude
That may greatly affect your attitude
Toward more than you’d ever wish to know.

Reverend Director III...

Submitted by Geezer on Mon, 2012-02-13 20:02

Now memories came crowding in
His brother beaten with a belt
Killer; young and helpless
He remembered how he felt

He heard the cries of agony
The whimpers of disgust
Perverted laughs of pleasure
The pain of Uncle's lust

There was nothing he could do
His Uncle big and strong
Morning came and his brother dead
No one there to right the wrong

So long ago, he made a promise
When uncle Michael disappeared
Scum like him would be the victims
Killer's vengence would be feared

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse

SPARKS

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2012-02-13 19:20

Another log tossed on the fire
sending sparks up through the flue
like souls escaping from the pyre
whose heat spirals them from view

And we sit here side by side
on this cold late winter night
in contented silence we abide
hypnotized by dancing light

Whose flames carry me far away
to folks and places back in time
where I can remember every day
which passed like a clock's fleeting chime

T E R M I N I

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2012-02-13 12:49

absolute
sky
ribbons of blue
how I know
you

Desolation in the face of wealth

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2012-02-13 08:58

Pity the pope
in his pointy pontification.....

The Catholic Church hoarders
of antiquity treasures lay not
yours on fallow fields.
Let not the sperm fly in your face,
with the faces of the unwanted like
the castaways of the filthy rich:

'Let them eat cake once they're born.
I wash my hands .'

There is no birth control for deviant minds if sex
is disallowed personal gratification, if it doesn't create
slaves of worship for the empire.

Camels rarely go through St. Peter's square.

Solomon splits in two

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2012-02-13 08:44

If Billy Maher wrote religious poetry,
I'd be crushed by an audience of laughter.

(The thinker, there, exposed.)

Did that get your attention, darling?
Now take me away from this mundane
field of stars where Rumi throws
his seeds of sperm--words I must taste to remember why
it is the sunlight that grows every shadow.

In your hands I am a soliloquy of prayer.
Recite me. Let me read your lips.
Take me to that forever place
in your heart that is pure, love that can
never be reconciled.

No one sees

Submitted by Alice Ember on Sun, 2012-02-12 19:08

I fight in a smile,
cry in a laugh
I love in sorrow,
care in hatred

I'll hold you up
if I wish you to fall
I'll let you drown
if I wish you to swim

I'll crone I love you
when I can no longer
stand your breathing
I'll scream I hate you
when my heart can't
stand your absence

My head will rest on your chest
when I wish it to stop moving
My words will bring your blood
when I wish you'd hold me

Fire and Claw Cadenza

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sun, 2012-02-12 11:20

Fire and claw
the devil's dancing out

tonight
under the bushes
low winds howl

the bowels of the earth
have opened wide,
they spew the latent odours
from their guts
and roam secretly
about below the huts of man,

stirring the brew
of fogs legs
and toads slippers
to a pulp
among the rotting fungi

a smile a mile across
as the gape of the earth parts
swallows the woods

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