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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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COWS AND BUTTERCUPS edit

COWS AND BUTTERCUPS
WEST VIRGINIA 1944

across a field velvet green,
with buttercups and roaming cows
framed in skies cerulean
two women, skirts past the knees.
white hair dancing in the breeze,
walked lazily arm in arm in quiet conversation.
rare moments these to tell what only women
need to share beyond the care of men

Darling Words

Poetry,
a collection of words.
assembled, just so.
Deep, dark words,
juxtaposed
with the common tongue.
Conveying complicated imagery
so clever, the words
wrapped in their emperor’s clothes,
become uncoordinated.
mismatched.
The ordinary things of life
are lost in metaphor.

Albatross

I hear so many people say today
how savage has become the human plight,
then cross themselves in piety and say
that Jesus will return and make things right.

He'll fight a war, all evil He will slay.
'Twill signal final end to all our quandaries.
And all we ever need to do is pray
for Him to rid us of our enemies.

So, when the one predicted comes around,
shall we find, then, sudden harmony?
Is this, in fact, the reason we’re Earth-bound -
denying our responsibility?

waffler's ..lilll Frency .. romance

DANCE ROMANCE IN FRANCE
We dance...
.as if in romance....
we feel ...we are free in France....
we prance....
we dance exercise romance...

we feel lighter
than the weight we carry.....
as we cross the floor
and
love to lay once more...
lay, yes...
as else we will be left unknown....
not having left a progeny....

so come dance
along the globe with me...

BAROQUIAL

settling frond
the time
wound like
wind

I remember
the rust
and harsh
salted meals
I tasted the
cold on frozen
mornings
a lament
remembered
in springs
sunny dispositions
and transitions
latitudes of
extent
and extremes

like a letter in my
pocket
your love
was forgotten
the touches
upon the hip
and shoulder
now remembered
like a Berg shoved
aside in the steamy
wake of voyage

My! What A Lovely Pension You Have

Well, hallehluly,
you have landed a man,
and gotten him eating
out of both grubbing hands.

After fishing for years
throwing most of them back,
what makes him a keeper,
has he just got "the knack"?

You say "he makes me laugh",
but you've said that before.
"He treats me like a lady",
but they all held the door.

"He takes me to dinner".
Yeah, we've all heard of that.
But not once have you gushed,
'I'm in love with the sap'

PYRAMIDS AND OTHER THINGS

PYRAMIDS AND OTHER THINGS

Time strikes down empires
buried in shifting sands
princes, kings, jeweled crowns,
papal rings and wedding bands
lost in years of changing winds.
no seed of Creation withstands
Time’s blind fury.

Triolet - Love's Promise

She promised faithful love forever more,
a paramour with no regard to time
revived a heart once crushed and split in twain.
She promised faithful love forever more
to grow from strength to even greater gain,
what we then shared can’t ever be denied.
She promised faithful love forever more,
a paramour with no regard to time.

twin

He hears and sees, as I meander through
this world that needs be taken day by day.
For cognisance, he has the perfect view -
my deepest thoughts, to him, are on display.

He shadow escorts me throughout the dreams
where I am Home - it's both surreal and real -
where unconditional love feeds me, it seems.
I wake to find I have a new found zeal.

Conflicting the accepted paradigm
of seperate single conscience, seperate soul,
I know that part of his is part of mine
and, while I am awake, I am not whole.

i now know

i now know
why many won't read my poetry
I came to know
all my fans have left Neo
but
Stan Ian Joe and Rula too
read me as a return gift just to woo
so that they are read by me too

O loved
who said
a poet are you.

even Jess
still silently curses you....
so now leave Neo
will you

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