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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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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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Don't blame the brain ((((((((fresh edit)

What in hell is the mental block
I ask

If you great poets
one and all
visit the NIAGARA FALL
you will know
the river just does fall

So is it with poetry
after all
what is a poem
but a concoction
of words which come
some may shun
and
poetry comes
like a fountain

I have composed
so much trash
some swear
as much in similar moments
some were classified
as Gems

Never mind
read on
when you have a mental Blog

One Last Time

The day I left all I wanted was to
hug you. Hug you and remember
our last embrace, and I know that
this might be
the last time I see you.

Last time I see you and you're not in a picture,
last time I hear your voice and its not in a voice mail,
last time I breath the same air as you,
last time the idea of always has an expiration date.
Last time I will live with you before you're on the run
Last time I have to say goodbye because I cant handle leaving you again after this.

An Epode of Sorts

Through timelines immemorial
mankind has written poems.
With wordsmith nigh celestial
he filled nigh endless tomes.

Who wrote the first to poesy shape?
When did he recognize
the panacea’s posed escape
from all he did despise?

His epode came before his prose.
He beat the drums aloud.
Heartfelt the elegist knew throes
of joy and pain enshroud.

‘Longside the painter in the cave
the poet sang his song.
He sang of gods and heroes brave
and what he thought was wrong.

Confused

I want!
i want!
The garden where the fruits Are!
An after life enjoyment

i want!
i want!
The worldly enjoyment
what makes this world go round

I want!
I want!
if there is a world after this
Where my soul is understood

Don't judge me!
A Kubolor speaks!

Mom's Smiles

Very sentimental poetry
I recall my mom’s last eyes
no tears
Smiles as she passed by
tears did not then come
into my eyes
I too smiled

Then it rained
all day and night
mom’s smiles went away
now I thirst for those looks
till today
as she passed away

it rains till today
nearly five decades away
she still smiles daily at me
I, my mom can see
smiling with me

It does no longer rain
now it only snows
heaven knows
when she calls out to me

Sight of Love

I hadn't seen you in 3 days.
your face was becoming less
of a face and more of a general
idea. I didn't know when I would
see you again and was afraid of
forgetting what you looked like all
together. But when you walked into
the room I realized that I had forgotten
the little details that make you human.

OPTIMISM OF PLANTING TREES

It's a cool spring southern day
I, yet, wipe sweat from my bare brow
and pause to watch a sedge field sway
while listening to a lowing cow.

I lean on a shovel for support.
Knees ache from digging the six holes
which now hold trees, more than one sort,
their trunks too small to be called boles.

Two apple, two peach and two pear
now paced along my gravel drive.
In a year or two perhaps they'll bear
if by then they're still alive.

A kubolor in thoughts

Sometimes i wonder!
If the life we living is what is expected of us,
Sometimes i wonder!
if what is been preached to us,is what is expected of us to follow?
i become so lost in thougth,thinking we've been mis-lead!
If the Holy books conferred unto us,by the Generator f All Diversities (GOD)
has not been tempered with!
Only do i know,we've been fed with Beautiful lies,
Spreading around like a wild fire! aint a dis-believer,
i know the almighty being exist (GOD)
A pure mind does it all!

YOU ARE SPECIAL

What will I say
When by You I lay
Down there is joy
Getting Your hands like a toy

Longing to make it so
Never see it a show
Could have it all long
Dwell right in strong

Waiting till it gets ablaze
'Cause all I need is a gaze
Your sighs get my eyes close
Put in the hand I chose

Keep it up,You are distinct
Let it be more than instinct
Ways apart must surely be
All I love is You to see

Thumbed through, passed down.

Thumbed through, passed down.

I thumb through the new vellum, and cream pages sent;
then notice little oval blood contours,
that match my own (spent days before).
Log spiked, thumb pricked, balloon of blood,

blotted on denim, anointed to ground.
And yet, one thing stood out that still astounds,
in distance and in time, by my slow read,
meant I had not thumbed as far through your gift.

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