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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!

The stream (all workshops)

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My body is my cage

before my face is frozen
in this mask and removed
by orphaned hands,
i wish to know love
again,
oh, strangled voice
of infinity,
cast me not
into soulless body,
break me not
into rain and fire.

So We Mourn

When the land of Sabah shook,
unleashing its wrath,
between the mountains and the sea
lives were extinguished
like an errant breeze
snuffs a candle.
At Mount Kinabalu,
Tragedy,
mourning,
and the crushing of hope
among the landscape thrown to ruin,
leaving a nation, mourning.
The hands of a negligent fate
digging ready graves
for youthful dreams
and lost futures.
Gems interred
and absent from a generation.

Invictus re write (for WS Meet The Masters)

From the darkness surrounding me
ebony dungeon without end
thankful for what protection be
for what I know I must defend

In the cruel hold of condition
no sound does utter from this tongue
beneath the beatings of transition
bruised and battered but not undone

Above this state of anger and fears
hangs still,the terror in the shadowed
although the ever present years
I remain brave and un harrowed

But I could not touch you

i left poetry everywhere

i scattered them with salt and pepper,
cardamom and lemon grass,
rosemary,
vanilla and saffron
& heaped them on your plate,
i hid them under your pillow
to sleep on their magnificence:
lines to make you weep
& capture stardust in wild blue
& mottled green with flakes
of red & gold, ochre and ginger.
i hid them in Dingo's shedding fur,
i carved them into streaming daylight
but i could not touch you

the oceangate

[ sound waves of scenic sunsets... fills the horizon]

when fingers stream upon the mandolin
and prepuce oleaginous from the show
nautical miles navigable, yet irascible sea
pretzels of premature iris chewy
obelisk to a nuptial rapture of valediction

Aramaic verso , trifle pronged taco
verdant tack, sultanate suchlike
sucrose suds, outrun primogeniture
invidious screed forgone of expense
sclerosis scrawnier , titular saprophytes

The Bright Moon (Meet The Masters WS)

The Bright Moon

The silver moon stands,
alone in the night sky
as clouds drift away

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Original :-

The bright moon
I wonder where the clouds
are flying off to

Masaoka Shiki

Workshop: 

Words for a Queen

Pen burdened, for ink knoweth not the words to adequately define thee,

Thou art wise, knowledgeable, kind, studious, diligent, bold, fierce, desirable, admirable and just,

Breath holdeth not restraint when in thy presence,

Delight bindeth itself against thy countenance,

Radiance is thy pendant and it shineth brighter than the sun,

The heart doth make itself full with gladness at the sound of thy voice,

Thy beauty is like the spring and summer cometh at thy smile,

Were not the wings of an angel cast from the mold of thine?

pluie de paillettes

Hone the heart
textured skins
wound sinew
bound and
dampened soft

in this wind
in startled
brusque walk
I can smell
strawberries
and dark spring
leaves bending
to the bow
of night

Magic draw
across a ribcage
in weathered
wool

The gleaming
of the blue night
bus with its
crowd half
full

The night has
spoken its spell
and returned
to dream

quell
splash
happy shiver

WHINERE ME

God bless you Sir poets of
Neopoet
for helping me find
the depths of my mind
deep within me
surge waves of vibrations
and
that helps me to stay attuned
with folks like you

NOW SAY AGAIN WILL YOU ?

what and how would you feel

if one day i just

VANISHED

will you miss me

ANYONE??????
EXCEPT IAN!
AMEN....

Percussive Dance

Spirited away
Disappearing into the ether
Behold
I am a bird from far off exotica
You
My beloved
Are but a bergamot
A sprout of the local flora

The ticker remains excitable
Habitually acting like a hyperactive simian
Ascending to the rooftops of euphoria
And plunging into the depths of ecstacy
Without rhyme or reason

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