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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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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!

The winning poem of the

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine is

 Backwards by  Carrie

Congratulations to Carrie on such a unique poem.

 

This week the Neopoem is

 

  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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moms must smile

When mom smiles

Her son smiles,
his son smiles
love like the cyclone
at terrific speed flies
miles and miles

all come to know
who is behind the smile
mom you and your family
all this while

Smile as long as you can
you will not ever be alone
but with a smiling family
last forever so happily
along with a smile
for a marathon mile

So spread your contagious
lovely broad
wide and beautiful
S M I L E...

JOURNEYS INTO THE MIND

JOURNEYS INTO THE MIND

Through a looking glass darkly
I stepped
Into a world of a black sun
a soulless place in the bowels
of fear and desperation
no truth to guide me
no light to follow
lost on the other side
of the moon.

Richard for Joe

burned and lost Hmm?

I was just here yesterday.
Yet it feels so far away
Lost in the conception of a day
The birth of what I call today

The abandon child of the past
Meeting the orphan, the outcast
A current dilemma moving fast
Extricating my anxiety which is vast

Considering reactions in a mistaken place
Pain which can never be wrapped in lace
Obscuring every rejoinder without a trace
As if being struck with the power of a mace

token

suits and track suits...
in a dream
the papers blowing in streams
of whisper
the rush of air
the shinning light
I want movement
and time today
is not a friend

Belief, Perverted

Religion, I find quite distasteful,
Devaluing faith like a wastrel.
Within mansions of gold,
While folks die in the cold,
It coddles and rewards the hateful.

A love everlasting

There are stars
in my soul,
there are scars
in my eye's

Leaving you
was the hardest thing
I'll ever do,
for I love you still

And always.

A million moments passed
then shafts of sorrow,
pierced the illusion
I'd summoned at our end 

Adorations birth took time
and the feelings I cherish,
grew from a seed of hate
into an everlasting love

This faith I hold dear
is mine and mine alone,
you see through a cawl
contempt with dislike

Abide with me again

Of who and what
and
the why fore
Would you like to leave
a message
of a God created
by man
as nature came first

should there be Religion
should there be Visa
or only Americans are exceptions
if so why!

Shouldn’t gather together
this world’s
Intelligencia
and
lead human all from darkness
in to the wisdom
called light
and seep and creep out of the blindness
where mostly today man does reside
many here since ages in caves beside

Expressions

How do I feel today?
Do I feel at all?
What's the point off feeling anything,
anyway?

So I can be sad like you?
Be mad like you?
So I can be fed-up like you?
So I can be everything you are?
So I can be you?

The Wireless Mouse Limerick

I once had a wireless mouse,
that could never afford a spouse,
for it was tailless and it was armless,
and seldom would walk out of the house.

Terms and conditions

You are the prisoner of your own tongue,
diminished to a minnow, spat into a puddle;
by one wrong word, you came undone
and now you're in a man-made muddle

She wears her scorn now, on shoulders,
shuddering under a brow black shawl;
you thought it would make you bolder
and that thought traversed the wall

And made it past your guarded lips,
and wouldn't mean anything at all.
You've made a widow of those hallowed hips,
and a widower of passion who falls

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