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This week the Neopoem is

 

2:23am by zach

 

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Early Spring Image Prompt Contest Vote

Early Spring Image Contest Vote

 

Please read the two finalist poems below and click on the vote here link to vote on your favorite poem. Voting ends March 29th 2024.

 

 

The Visitor

By: Mary Beth Magee

You visit for a moment,

Accept a breath of hospitality,

Then dash away again.

You share your company briefly.

 

But in that time, oh,

The magic you bring.

From tiny eggs to instars

To gloriously patterned wing.

 

I watched you hatch and crawl,

Grow, shed and wriggle.

You change your dress. Your

New look makes me giggle.

 

You give me joy and delight

With your aerial ballet.

My royal friend, magician,

Harlequin at play,

 

Dear monarch, share your gift

Of grand, exuberant joy

With all. Give us eyes to

See, and feelings to employ.

 

You set an example

Of living in the moment.

Let us live so our days

Are likewise spent.

 

Dash on, my friend,

Your destiny calls.

Send your children my way

When the milkweed grows tall.

 

Spring Comes

By: Candlewitch

 

Fields of springy clover

beneath my barefoot toes,

dance-happy feet kick up

a delight everyone knows!

 

Green, green all around,

a heart full of joys untold

rolling over and over in

nature's paradise hold!

 

In gardens of my growing hopes

tulips, buttercups and crocus

flourish healthily blossoming,

as Spring comes into focus.

 

 

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Neopoet Weekly 03/010/24 to 03/16/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Dancing In The Dark  by  William Lynn

Congratulations to William Lynn on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

THE LAST RING by  Jokerface82

 

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The stream (all workshops)

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BAUDELAIRE SCENE

winter like white moss
sculpts and moves
sinuos stretched
Wind Shadows made
in mystery rivers

the daylight prismic gold
shimmering with its pierced
sun stare bold and
cold
the mists cleansed
in clarity
a definition sold
through atmospheric devotion
to the detail
every shinning feather
of the dark crow
atop the pole
perch elaborate preening

a window winged phantom
slipping on the snowy surface
a jubilee sun blazes indifferent

ENCONIUM TO FRIENDS ON NEOPOET

ENCONIAM TO MY FRIENDS AT NEOPOET

Your words are the wings that
carry me far from lonely places.
and your thoughts are magic spells
that fill my lungs so I can speak again.
my heart beats to the rhythm of yours
and my Spirit soars to new heights
of hope and of courage
your love and affection are matched
by mine…and your hands are the ones
I will hold when it comes my time,

hIs first love

Body is her temple
out in the lonely wilderness
limited to a forest
she runs away from me
as I want to steal
and
she knows it 'tis lovely
giving her temple unto me
my love is hers only

let it in the wilderness be
I love her
as she alone is the embodiment of a temple
in a lovely young woman
a love for me

A short Satori in Hobart.

Wellington Square, and a flourish of wings sends
a shiver through water that rings in crescent pulses

This is a heart among many hearts,
that teem with the steps of the living

In streams they come pacing, purpose
in eye, hurry the grave is waiting.

The droplets fly around us, as the
crumbs fly at pigeons, those interminable
rats of the air you keep feeding

Croissant dregs, until the day you cry:
"What are these winged miracles?

that abound my head in pirouette twirls
ascending up the azure sky?"

When butterflies decide they fly high

When butterflies decide
to fly from plant to plant
'tis then they only kisses supplant
and
a new cocoon emerges

also as stamens and pollen bask
in the sun
a sunflower
has just been seeded

O lucky one
we all human are
sons of a gun
fired into an oven

Beauty Remains Unseen

I could write a thousand words
to describe how beautiful you are to me.
How imperfect you are in my eyes
but fitted perfectly to my heart.
You are the pearl I would love to dive
into the deepest of the sea.
The brightest star in the midnight sky
I would but dare not to touch-
But bear to stare at it for the rest of my life.

POWERLESS

POWERLESS

There comes a time when the Spirit
begins to die before the Flesh
and the Will gives in when there is
no reason to prolong.
my eyes grow heavy to the slow,
long
beats of the clock, and I surrender
to its music…until I feel again

Malignant Drone....

Malignant Drone….

I should have blown the phone
and kissed her,
because as I sat all alone,
like stone,
I missed her.

Minutes became stretched as I watched,
while she left with a better prepared guy.
As another app on his bedpost was notched,
my heart said, keep playing, you won’t die.

Then I raced through another game,
my mind, my eyes eternally lost.
Even new excuses became quite lame,
relationships died in my electronic frost.

I am Tired

I am tired of proclaiming things.
I am tired of being a hypocrite.
I am tired.
Of me,
of whatever,
whomever
I am right now.

I'm sick of allegories and parables
and I am sick of plain language.
I am sick of myself
and sick to death
and it seems
I have a stomach bug.

I'm stressed out over the simplest things.
"I wonder if the word 'I' appears too much in this piece."
Perhaps the people reading it will connect the dots,
and realize I really am
a pompous ass.

3 4 1

Three for just one

Out in the clouds
rolling wet
she still wonders yet

She awaits his decision
now or later
whenever

In that moment
of chaos
he wondered
where to kiss first

But what can you say
about a man
in the desert

What comes
nearest first
thrust!
or
thirst...

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