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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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Dance in the Twilights

Time between daylight and darkness,
I danced in the wind as a child.
searched the heavens for a sign of heavenly light.

Sandnadoes spun in the yard after sun set.
mad dashes, laughter, playtime before
darkness covers the land.

A brush with death ever so often
thunder and lightening struck the dust.
spring showers washed away pollen and dust from the air.

In My Shoes

In my shoes

The demons are awake
and they feed upon my fears.
The light is growing dim
and the years
bring no promises.
All see themselves in me
and run
while they still can,
No man is stronger than
his humanity.
silence fills the void
of an empty soul.
And my heart sinks,

The Long Wait

Staring at the clock on the wall,
time stretched to an eternity.
I tapped my feet against the floor
until another's stare stopped me.
A quick apology ignored,
I looked away,still assaulted
by my own anxiety.

As I sat there, my mind drifted
to the owed bills and rental fees,
to a sickly mother in need.
I cast aside my own self-doubts
and I told myself, "This is it."
I needed this job so badly
for me and my family

Icy Road To Glory...

As he faced the frozen-land
he shivered in his shoes
Then he went forth, with icy hands
his toes were turning blue

Lost in the snow, turned back around
bearings wiped away
He didn't know, how to be found
he didn't know to stay

Snow-blind, frozen lips and chin
He stumbled on the lake
Some kind of sense , that he tuned in
he knew his life at stake!

Now he travels straight and true
toward salvation, and a fire
Straight ahead was all he knew
to the Frost King's funeral pyre

wither by corpus incentives

darting is much needed urinating
earth's wings sheds rustling leaves awaiting
choirs answering like sticks
cinnamon decapitated
flay over us
plaintive depths in tumor
the she-creature moved me
until like confetti
i drop pike irritability
summer of berth
distant shores from birth

forums herald vulnerability

a journey , the absolute inter-phase
begins meditation congeal dilute

The Abandoned

Forever walking,
With bloody feet.
Petaracy spreading in the streets.
Faith in humanity dwindling

A life of gratuity
Angels with severed wings.
Deliver us from perdition
We, the Abandoned

Styrofoam souls,
And factitious faces,
They thwart us
Blocked from God's eye

Hollywood cannibals
With festering personalities,
Taken with falsities
Going through doldrum lives

Lament out loud,
And scream your sorrows.
Rip off your wings.
We are the Angels now

Friends Forever

In the whisper of a gentle wind
I could hear your laughter,
the sweet echoes of old memories

As I stood by your grave, old friend
I touched your tombstone
and traced a finger over your name

In my heart, sadness still linger
but it will consume me never
as I live to face the future

But I will never forget you,
for we shared a bond together.
You and me, friends forever

A tear trickled down my cheek
I let it flow freely,
giving myself a moment to grieve

Old Cards and Memories

In reading through a stack of old birthday, anniversary and
other greeting cards sent and received,
the sender vividly remembered in the collective verse.
In the underscored words of each line she whispers
them in my ear again as she had once whispered them.
Their reading brings a smile and sometimes a tear.
Read through several times they’re gathered up and
tucked away once more.
There stored until her words begin to
fade from memory again.

As It Is Written

Where one’s mind goes,
the Man will always follow.
Are you paying attention
to what may be tomorrow?

Faith always agrees with God
and the messages of His Word.
Take random thoughts captive.
Is it Him, that you’ve heard?

Be freed from mental bondages;
improve your thinking today.
Read the Biblical instructions
and get a new life underway.

Meditate on the Scriptures.
Reduce your inner turmoil;
Pray for the presence of God
and be covered with holy oil.

The Wind (Stan's WS)

It travels across the seas,
the mountains and the trees,
passing through villages
and great modern cities

Its gentle touch
is like a lover's caress,
soothing and comforting
a troubled soul laid to rest

It makes me grateful
on a hot, summer's day,
when the heat is intense,
making me sweat all day

When it is erratic and violent
it's a force to be feared
as it devastated the cities,
inflicting a million hurts

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