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Neopoet Weekly 03/17/24 to 03/23/24 Winner!

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

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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)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Out of this world (Ballade WS)

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All gather 'round, I have a tale
(you may, 'though, find it hard to trust)
the sort to make the strongest pale.
I swear, declare it happened thus.
You'll think I need a therapist,
and 'though so many won't believe
and call it simply bovine dust,
I don't set out to try deceive.

Clair’ice (Ballade)

Hear now the tale of Claire of Tieraton.
A Princess of the realm beloved by all
and though he wished as Lord’s do for a son,
her father loved her as he were her thrall.
An heir she was and raised in such a Hall
as few among the populace had seen.
She lived beneath Torgándon’s great Salt Wall,
but ne’er did Claire e’er think herself a Queen.

Leave

I saw you lying 'neath my leafless trees,
the ardent sun has washed with golden hues,
while others joined a dance with autumn's breeze;
so glamorous, it over-sparked my muse.
 
Some whistled tunes across the ocean's shores,
some whispered lines, they're never heard before,
the smaller leaves have gone on endless tours
or headed into some mysterious lore.
 
Some scattered 'round the place, like broken souls
that failed to joy whate'er they had to get,
those marks and wrinkles seasons had to call,

I know the truth (the net told me so)

No longer am I walking 'round half blind.
I've learned so much from youtube, that I vow
the cyberspace has opened up my mind.
I'm so much better educated now.

The Pope's the antichrist, the devil's child.
And all that we've been taught is just not true.
Conspirators throughout the world beguile,
and occupy the thoughts of me and you.

The leader of the USA, Obama,
intends a future presidential heist,
and, secretly, he's gay and worships Allah,
so (somehow) he is, too, the antichrist.

Momentary Ecstatic Enchantment..

Momentary Ecstatic Enchantment...

The look in his eyes was cautious,
there was no surmise twas rapturous,
his sharp eyes pierced my eyes,
'twas momentary,
each vision captured enchanted in a frame,
as large as a cinema screen
upon my retina implanted,
so did it seem

Nov 11

we were loved and loved.............

the machine turned on
and ground its grist

silence now for years
but we remember
the aged eyes
generations
later

our village elders
fighting their way up italys boot
my bakery man a navigator in a lanc
hit by gunfire and burning
his best friend holding on
while the craft turned over
his buddy pilot never got out

This Mirror

Another 24 hours poured into the cement
Living through another's persons regrets..
Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehend
Cant see the end, left the lights on again
In the past, the future looked too close to hold..
And now the present seems like it's too close and cold
Inside myself looking out; it all seems fake
Whatever motivates, the day puts it away
Used to be apathetic, loved the only one living
I'm speaking to the world, but I'm the only one in it

Laundry Day

I'm choosing today
to stage my rebellion
not in chaos or calamity,
but in the mundane.

I count nickels, quarters,
dimes and pennies.
There are so many pennies,
but time;
is there time?

Yes! "Yes there is time!"
you say emphatically.
And for the first time in my life
I don't quite know what that means.

And yet at once
I'm comforted in your soothing and direct words
and in the knowledge
that not all ropes and bungees
are impenetrable.

Unholy Shit!...

The drizzling rain was lit
Strobes of light against the black
He stood still for just a bit
Wet clothes upon his back

He was quiet in the shadows
No sound or movement made
Back against the hedgerows
In one fist he held a blade

The dancing of the silver sheet
Spray bouncing off the stone
Murderer and victim meet
Together, but alone

He turns to run, his buckles flashing
In the lightning show
Killer's knife, some slashing
And the blood does flow

The Birth of Nivais (Ballade WS)

The poison from the lips of men has spread
Their gentle words are fully crafted lies,
deceiving elves who think they'll share their bread
when schemes are hatched beyond the elfin eyes
The greedy King of men is cutting ties,
he wants to cause the orcs and elves to fight,
to be the pawns he sends and then denies
Beware! The hands that strike within the night!

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