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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)

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Strong suspicion a 2024 presidential win...

for the trumpeting don
spells loss for democracy
after inauguration day
witnesses his swearing-in
nepotism will run rampant
lawlessness the name of the game
of thrones breaking apart ramparts
of inalienable rightful
freedoms rent sunder, whereby nothin
can stop formidable has-been
former forty fifth commander in chief
to wreak havoc giving boogeymen
run for his money.

Shinobinaku

So I will shinobinaku.
I look away and answer you
“No, I'm just fine. Tired, I guess.”
Holding my breath I wait, suppress
The waterfall behind my eyes
I cover leaks with easy lies,
“I chopped an onion.” “Allergies.”
“My eyes just water when I sneeze.”
“I have a cold.” “I got some dirt
Inside my eyes.” Not “I am hurt-”
“I am lonely-” “I am scared-”
“I am lost and unprepared-”
“I am depressed-” “I'm so tired-”
I am just such a good liar
When it comes to how I feel.

Another day

Geese in flight,
on a winters night,
Making their way
towards the dawn's
breaking light.
As hues of beauty
dance and play,
the northern lights,
in honorific display
for many long years
she has gazed at the sky
Inducing a tear
in the old woman's eye.
Slowly, she bows
her head and cries
Emotion well spent
for the beauty of life.

Ramming Speed!

Unfortunately, the swing sets and
Softball field were down hill from school.
Where daily dramas were played out
under the eyes of an appointed fool.

A pop fly ended our turns at bat
deciding the ending of this game.
We gathered up our softball gear to go
back up to school, like any day, the same.

I was the last kid to dust off and go,
I spotted Carlotta Forbes, up mid hill.
A boulder in a dress blocking me in my path
It was assured one of us would take a spill...

My favorite pet

Furry
Soft, cuddly
Purring, napping, playing
My precious feline friend
Kitty

Turns Out You’re Everywhere (Even in The Stars)

I spread out my blanket and laid down on the ground.
I stared up at the stars,
Not looking for anything, just with my thoughts.

The stars danced around until they looked like you.
They had your same cheesy smile,
Your same bright eyes,
Your same curly hair.

I closed my eyes only to reopen them
And see that you were still there.

You asked what was wrong,
Said maybe I could talk to you about it.
I told you to go away.

You reached out to caress my face from the galaxies
And I turned away.

Mother Nature To Her Children.

For eons I've protected you
nurtured, fed, given all;
My undivided loyalty was yours,
how have you repaid?.

Once, long ago I had your respect
you took what you needed, no more,
no less.
You thanked me and praised me.

But now, and I know not why,
through stupidity, avarice or both
you have taken advantage.
For affluence, prestige, luxury,

You have ravaged and raped me.
Your mother;
no respect,
no thought.

The Transition

Here’s the thing about being bipolar

Everyone knows about
the depression…

Everyone knows about
the mania…

But no one knows about
The time in between

The transition
Between phases

You feel nothing.
You feel numb.

I can’t cry
I can’t laugh
I can’t yell
I can’t feel

It’s as if
Something crawled under my skin
And into my soul
And took everything when it left.

And here I am,
Left with my emptiness
My nothingness
Waiting for the next phase…

Bittersweet pyrrhic victory...

if a 2024 November presidential Biden win
pandemonium likely to occur,
subsequently figurative tectonic upheaval
might set United States in a tailspin.

Fishing Under The Stars

Daddy woke me up very early,
Said we would go out
fishing for our breakfast,
have a good time, no doubt

The sky was still very dark but alive
as we gathered ourselves in the boat.
No motor broke the silence, only oars,
we paddled out a way, then just float...

I was seven but I could bait my own hook
Just as I was taught, he smiled down on me,
using worms, I took care of daddy's line too
we anchored in a cove under the bower of a tree.

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