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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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The stream (all workshops)

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The Final Country

The final country

What comes to soothe in greater age?
A yielding to a thing once feared,

Closer to the final page
The story fading, ending neared

Another book is lent more credence
Something in the void is filled

Trumpets trilled to greater glory
For a place where pain is killed

Heaven then, a harbor for the aged
Gone now, life's trials and trouble borne

When does the hand let go the tiller
And drift toward that safer shore?

POETRY

Poetry is dreams set free
to flow through pen and land on page
e're now left pure white just for me;
A way to fill an empty stage.

It lets me tell of sights unseen
by others in a different place
where there's little trace of green
or cool woods of gentle grace.

These words can even go through time
if they're put together right.
With a bit of thoughtful rhyme
perhaps they'll last at least one night.

Obamerica

Obamerica

Greenish-grey rain falls with merciless zeal
on cracked tar and concrete, and rust-colored steel
mouldy-grey pigeons now fly to and fro
releasing their bowels on the vermin below

winos and addicts lay sprawled on the ground
some vainly seeking what others have found
half-naked children converge in the street
rummaging dumpsters for something to eat

Heatwave

It is back with a vengeance,
chasing away the cold wind,
The heat testing our patience
from the morn' till the evening

A season filled with frustration,
squeezing the last drop of sweat...
Mortals succumb to emotions,
tempers flared as hearts bled

Brazen fingers stripped Angsana
baring her limbs in lust
bruising too the fledgling birds
nestled in her cozy lush

A Love

I sought love gurgling as a child.
Safe in arms, my mother’s smile
Memory faded as years passed,
I sought love, the die was cast

Friend’s love did see me through.
Each day carrying out tasks anew.
These bonded as my mother so,
In my heart and mind they did grow

I kept seeking things in a world so new,
A kindred Spirit into my life flew.
Yet a fleeting visit was all I had,
They left me but I didn’t feel sad.

I feel Myself

When I walk this lane,
I feel the roughness of this path.
When I run on the track,
I feel the difficulty of my speed.
When I look at you,
I feel I can do much better.
When I sit all alone,
I feel I have something to do.
When I sleep in the corner,
I feel I should get up.
When I stand by my decisions,
I feel I am what I am.

Owl... a symbol of intelligence

Why is an OWL
a symbol of intelligence

because when the world sleeps
it keeps vigil....
no security is needed for it
and
when you are all awake
you know the guy is asleep
why trouble a sleeping dragon
let it sleep

and

so the intelligence emanates
from a night's dream
ask any poet or scientist

how did one solve the question
like the Benzene one
in a sweet summer's night's dream
the creator came clean

Destiny

her smile,
her eyes
inviting.
her words,
even hello,
exciting.
but i can see the scars
beneath those clothes,
sense the cuts
bleeding out her soul.
beautiful girl,
why must you live
to die this way?
who cut you
to the point where
you are happy in this place?

Some Harsh Truths

So many times we have seen deaths occurred
and yet, we still took this short life for granted

We wish to have a long life
but our actions turn it into a lie

We often regret our own actions too late,
after our loved ones are already dead

We judged others because of their flaws
as we remain ignorant of our own scores

When we point at another person in condemnation
three of our own fingers are pointing back at us

We say we wanted to save the world for our future.
but we are its worst enemy like no other

the visitation

a jocund Amoeba in wonder-world
uses feelers
whisk terraces of vermin escort
anvil of fez
cowering echo considering.
unite my path finder........ foundering
sweat gland glad
showering torrents,
fixative nomads

audience becomes evasive ethos
adherence casual, yet tap strut
in the swarmp. Tick dwells
well his waters spume
spurious burglar overtaken

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