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

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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

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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The stream (all workshops)

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CACOON

CACOON

What does it take to kill the beast
that tears at my soul and fills
my heart with a dread unknown.
what metaphor sublime can push
my words beyond the bounds of language
and speak what only the soul knows
and what my mind dares not tell.
what music can my words play
to say all things hidden and forbidden.
How do I break the chains of this prison
and emerge one day on butterfly wings,

Treachery (A Play For Dramatic Verse Workshop)

Characters
Hitaro Magi and Akira Magi,the brothers are generals in the Mazu Imperial army
Oshin Fumaru, assassin and loyal subject of the emperor

(Two brothers sitting in an inn at Nagoya District.)

Hitaro
How goes our plan, brother?
What says the retainers?
Did they agree to join us?
My heart's beating in a rush

Akira
The campaign has gone well.
We'll send the emperor to hell.
With them on our side,
our victory won't be denied!

sorry and retort a re-thought!

Fundamentals of life
are just two
for me and you

first

if you are wrong
simply say

sorry!

but if you are dead sure
you are right

fight!

retort
till things you sort...

remember these two
and be happy

let the Lord take care of after life
in which who still believe

you too
okay do!

take care
not to please!
me
loved...

Sweet Pea

There's nothing so pleasing
as sitting and easing
'neath a hazel weaved bower
covered in tendrils of sweet pea stems
that blossom with clusters of winged flower gems.

Relaxing and easing
just sitting and seizing
that touch of heavenly bliss
gorged with magenta or cyan blue
flecked with a carmine or ivory striped hue

It's nice to be seizing
that fragrant smell, teasing
my nosey perfume senses
with multi toned aroma filled shades
from rosy pastels, to violets and jades.

The life of a dead person [soliloquy]

All is pain
I've tried again and again
There are people who drag me into this life
I love and resent them

If I go it will hurt them
I am not unkind
So I persevere

Narcotics give me not the nods
not the itchy scratchies
just a sense of being normal

The solution?
Death seems best
though that would hurt people

Keep trying to find a way to live
without chronic insomnia
and continual pain

I know you can't answer

The birthday party ( part two edited for play Drama)

Grampy lives alone and is becoming angry at the visits from his close or so called close family
Grampy has reached his limit, with most of his family.
We will follow the day through his birthday till about a week later.
This happens in many families but not with an ending quite so abrupt.
Most times you watch the old person sink into an old folks home totally alone, it is hard to be old.
Let’s pop in and listen to Grampy’s thoughts for a while..

"Grampy's Birthday"

"Opening scene" Grampy in his sitting room,

p o t h a l l a

pivotal
this brush
against each other
the mirror knows our lies
a cabinet of thieves
like that finger of wind
through the vines

glitter and go
adjusting the bold
dusted black
cupping your breasts
your smooth spine
the valley of your back
how my hands
sooth the warmth
and strength
your weakness
to me exposed

we drive
the wheels
flashing
along the windows
the trees expressing
the light
like film
staggered like slashes

The Girl Who Didn't Exist: DRAMATIC VERSE WS

(In the early morning hours, Sasha emerges from her captor’s home/prison. This was several days after one of her alter-egos reared its ugly head and ended the immediate hell they were facing. She had spent those last few days in the house watching the body of her kidnapper rot in a mess of his own dried blood until she could take it no more. “Rescued” as an infant and held in a single locked room, with no one else around but herself and the old man who had taken her, this was her first exposure to the outside world.

Season Of The Bitch

Season Of The Bitch

Lethal accusations fly from twisted, feral lips
as once again the feces hits the fan
demons skulk in shadow as she places hands on hips
fearing what they cannot understand

eyes flash super-nova as the verbal maelstrom grows
searing soul and sanity with flame
estrogen erupts with words more virulent than blows
causing gods to cringe in mortal shame

Soliloquy An Unheard Voice

A Voice Unheard Dramatic verse

I missed you, my son
so far away from home
unable to see you, touch you
don't you know I did all this
for you?

why wouldn't you talk to me
when I called?
greet me with silence?

I want to hear your voice
telling me about your day
about your school, your friends,
Grandma, everything
there's no need for us to grow apart
I love you like no other

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