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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?

 

Vote Here

Thank you for your participation!

Neopoet Weekly 05/12/24 to 05/18/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 


Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

Congratulations to William Lynn for racking up another contest win!

Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

Let us congratulate Terumi Sakurai on their first win as a neopoet member.

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THE LANGUAGE OF THE DEAF BY A. A. OMITOLA

Where are you from?
which language is yours?
you don’t understand our signs
all we speak is now strange to you
but we grew together without variance
why are you not listening?
we speak the same way before transition

you need to aspire

Aspirations Galore

To continue to aspire
of it will none ever tire
so
never retire
burn like the candle flame fire
not much heat
but light the darkness
of endless desire
Sire!
Poetry only

When there is blankness
of the mind
never compose
trying to shine
else you may whine
why
wasn't my poem liked
by
Divine
so relax then shine
dig then into a golden mine,
no, not mine
I love my wine

Aquaponics (prose poem)

The geisha floated by in a break neck posture, her head rotating with a voluble of "Vrrrr", a vacuum buzz. I remained puzzled as to who, incidentally, she might be, and why a china doll had the bulbous, greasy scales of a crocodile. Each time she passed her the slurping, granite impasse of her dragging grew more sickening. Plus, the small tinfoil hexagons of her scales weren't even consistently shaped.

The confession of Joseph Barclay

Note: Fledgling audio recording's here, I will try to post a more refined reading, it is what it is, this is rough folks - first attempt (second attempt):

https://soundcloud.com/user528181418/the-confession-of-joseph-barclay-ta...

"Da Rosa, nada digamos agora" - Umberto Eco

The last century, has come, has gone,
come with me now, I will sing
its song.

For we dream a dream vested in youth,
that personification, is personal proof.

The Intercessor (June contest)

God bless him,
he, who was born
from the womb of the darkness
to enlighten a world;

a distinguished human,
a teacher not a preacher,
a compassionate leader,
that will have no successor,

the slave and messenger of God,
peace be upon him,

Mohammad.

As I Feel The Breeze

As I feel the breeze coming from the ocean shore,
I think of how I loved you more and more
As all those days and nights went by
And the seagulls flew across the sky.
I think of how you loved me, too,
And we promised each other that we would make it through.
I realize that those times were long ago.
But I just want to let you know
That my feelings for you have not changed.
Maybe we can start over again?

Mourning Dreams Lost

trapped mourning breath
a chamber full of spent dreams
open lips gently
let the tongue
writh inside
mix and stir this stale breath
into awakening
the day becomes alive

THE COLLEGE PRESIDENT (June contest)

He looked like a grandfather
with his white hair and beard
and by all accounts was a quiet gentle man
even when wearing his gray coat and all.

Southern born and West Point trained
but his heart resided in Virginia
and when his love Virginia called
it was as if a loving wife
asked of him his help
he went.....

A young man from Geelong (seriously a limerick)

There was a young man from Geelong
Who felt like he didn't belong
So off came his shirt
Thrown into the dirt
And killed all the townsfolk with song

The Eagle

The eagle soars through the crisp clean air,
Heading toward its nest on the mountain top.
It stops to drink the cool water from the brook
It wipes its head with its wing,
Weary from its journey.
It sighs and shoots back into the air like a phoenix.
Our national symbol flies proud and free.
It reaches its nest safely.
Three eaglets are waiting there for it.
It takes them under its wing,
Shielding them from all harm.

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