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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?

 

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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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Grieving

I know you are not here.
I can not see you
or hear you
or talk to you.

I live my life
same old ways.
It still runs on those tracks you laid down
so quietly.

I laugh, smile,
sigh and frown,
getting on with the everyday.
Then, from nowhere
it comes,
that crushing blow
leaving me numb
with grief.

I can not move or speak.
Mind locks on the
small, frail man
in the hospital bed.
That room,
those last minutes.
We were all there
time suspended.

I Forgive

I forgive my father
for not knowing my name nor face,
or that I soiled my diapers.
I forgive him
for the fat lip he never saw
from when I tripped over the sidewalk
on Madison in Lakewood.

And I forgive my sister,
(the youngest older one)
for keeping me out of tenth grade
half a year
with threats of foster care and Metzenbaum.

O! poet you

O! poet you
are you the Mississippi
the Nile
the Amazon
the Ganges
Thames may be
or
the entire Thesaurus
flows from thee

your poetry is
marvelly
sweet as jelly
and
like a pineapple
it is so metaphorical
like my friend
says

vanilla

he loves
it
for its vast
exhibitionisctic delivery

pulp and juices
an auusie he!
What kind of a guy
he
juss guess
will ye!

I.P. in 5, Indigo, Roger That!

Waiting
out the windows
seagulls land
the pool of stone
islands on a flat top roof

everyone shuffling their
hands talking on the
cells
new arrivals
new leaving
the happy receptionist
taking incoming

I stare at the pamphlets
read the magazine
titles

trying too remember
when I first noticed
the first signs
when it became
obvious
shouted of its
arrival

Finding Home (edit)

The way home
Is not always found
On the road
Or just traveling around

The way home
Is a mental state
Created by longing
Hope and a little fate

A smell from a kitchen
The sounds of children
Playing in a yard
Seem familiar and common

The lake, park
Or a diner
On Sunday morning
With my father

A picture in the mind
Of somewhere safe
With happy people
Who were so kind

There are times
That we don’t see
Where home is at
For lack of a key

disorder to order

if
within this fleeting breath
of falling dreams
I could reverse
the arrow of time

I would watch the wind
build a sandcastle

while waiting for you
.

Harangue

blood drips like fuel
down the sleeve of an old twill
down the sleeve of the burgundy
striped gathering on the cuff links
rubied pearls
gems cherry and dark
light flickering
votives falling to the
street
like hot solder on the tin lines

a stream of traffic rises on
the hill
cresting and evaporating
faces turn
eyes of blue and brown
pale and dark

Life is like that

In each heart are beating
rhythmic notes
some take form in melodies
while others script unsung songs

This is a culled version as per suggestions of some fellow members which are well taken

life is like a River see,come with me

I picked this up so quickly
you said river
I in hast read Lover
I thought twas a poetry
on lovers like me
So many compose on me

I follow you
do you follow me
have you ever read
my waffly poetry
do kindly
at times it s fragrance
spreads far and wide
but only at times

Someone asked me of colours
this was my view

Beloved bloody river.

The rivulets now thinned
from bulge to scampering
water, tapering down.

Copper blood colour flows
from tails the mountain told
of floods past, before the dry.

It's drills, puddle-fills
paradiddles of wet
percussive laughter.

Longing for the river,
then the sea, I walk against
the current,

but my mind electric, flows
back down, among the
moss and stone.

Awaiting sand coloured light
of evening and the gloaming
light to roam.

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