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Early Spring Image Prompt contest Winner!

The winning poem of the

Early Spring Image Prompt contest is

 The Visitor by  Mary Beth Magee

Congratulations to Mary Beth Magee on such a fine poem.

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.

 

 

Vote Here

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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Astounding....

Astounding…

Got a stone in my shoe
it came in through a hole.
Deliberating what I’ll do,
with my wandering soul.

The hole in my shoe
it lets in fresh air.
That sure is one sole,
I don’t need to repair.

As long as the sun shines,
I’ll keep this holed footwear.
I can truly say it’s mine,
my own cross to bare.

Don’t believe in the cross,
does that mean I’ve no soul.
Not a great big loss,
still feel like I’m whole.

Noble and Ignoble

The wooden cup stood up
and said to the silver
What is the difference betwix you and I?
Tell me what is the Unlikeness?
Lips press against me just
as they press
against you
They slobber
wine down the side
of our cup and flute
until they can hardly stand
and are unconscious and mute
They grasp us and drop us
in their stupor and rage
They throw us and pick us up
and press us against their lips
again and again.
The silver goblet shined intensely

In The Realm of Despair

A land barren of hope,
never knows the soothing wind
The trees standing here
have bare branches, black as sin

The rivers are murky waters,
carrying the stench of cowardice
where the quitters' souls drown,
having lost their will to fly.

There are no beautiful colours here,
only creeping shadows of the past
where the ghosts of the fallen gather
bemoaning their fate turned to dust.

This is the hell created by Man
when he refused to strive

A Thanksgiving Scene

maeve is dancing to love boat,
and I seriously wish I could tell you.
this entire time we would be texting
and I would tell you how weird she is,
and you would probably call me a dork.
frankie bostello says love won't hurt anymore,
I wish my friends were here.
mom makes dinner for five in her penguin pajamas.
she made me put lights on the tree outside,
and the job I did was so utterly terrible
she yelled and me and redid the whole thing.
dad is napping.
dad is never not napping.

Voices

I swore I'd never forget
the sound of your voice
But it's slipping now
So much noise
Too many gripping fingers
In my mind

I'm scrambling to keep hold
Cause I can't let you go
Everyone's released you
But I'm fighting to hold on

The moments we shared
The joy and laughter you evoked
tears I have cried and the ones
I've had to wipe away

Toy guns will get you killed

A twelve year old boy on the playground
Like all kids clowning around
Aims his toy pellet gun
At walkers just for fun
Shot by cops, lays dead on the ground.

unnameable - senryu

finely nuanced Zen
moments, my sensitive gaze
unfurls mysteries

"Come"

If I can't ask for good music even amongst
the news, please thank me later on. A man
with bleary red egg yolk for eyes fell down
a ravine and re-emerged from the city bathhouse
drain as the second coming of Christ still in
a grainy color edition of a B-film. His hair
is a light blonde, his eyes a skinned blue halo.
The water is a vinyl black freezing in rivulets
which are guitar picks for a moment, frosty
constellates pausing on each zipped flat
of his cardigan guitar case, torn as he moves

Objection

I object! I object!
This child is too green
to define love
and the lure of sin!

She knows not the diference
between lust and true affection!
Don't let her lose her innocence
to the filthy hands of mortal demons!

Dear God! Let me taste her anger
and the hate from her young heart
that she may thank me later
for never letting her drift apart.

Reflection

Myriads of furious lightning bolts freely marry
Lovely waters of the storming sea,
The wedding and desire of waves and fire
A union far less fleeting
Than that of you and me
And that burden shall I carry.

Hellish hoarfrost hovers on heart and window
I wait patiently for you at the sill,
Enthusiastic and bent on your advent
When you were to come over the hill
While I watched for spring as well
Even if I only saw the snow.

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