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there you are by  leoferaco

 

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Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!

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Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

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March 2024 Contest Winners!

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Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!

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Agony by  David Grigorian

 

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UNWRITTEN POEM

In the silence of late night,
crumpled papers on the floor,
nothing seems to come out right.
I think I can't write anymore.

What paltry ideas come my way
though well begun, just turn to dust.
Muse comes, teases, but then won't stay,
perhaps my pen has clogged with rust.

Is this the start of looking back
to the old days when verse came easy,
before at last I lost my knack?
The very idea makes me queasy.

Storyline

The night was lit
by a bonfire.
The cascading flames,
like entwined limbs,
leaped in an ecstatic frenzy
emitting countless sparks
of sweetened desire.

I lay bare
sizzling in summer's dream,
tossing in the heat
of our dying embers.
Your silhouette
loomed large over me
eclipsing the moon.

I woke up
on cold wrinkled sheets
reaching out for your warmth,
but beside your pillow
lay my reading glasses
and upon them,
your finger prints.

Red river

Red river is overflowing her coasts
Red river infuses into eternity

So I become the red lake then the red ocean
Planets come to call my name and even then
I'm not able to understand anything
Of what I think they are saying
They simply can't be quiet as they seem

Let's say, that shadow,anyway, isn't more
Important from the body
I know my fingers well
I'm going to write a book in which
I'm going to put an autumn

Night Market

Entering the night market
i could smell the thick stench of despair,
far worse than vomit and urine

Young girls and women here,
foreign and locals flocked together,
their painted faces hiding tears

Each bound by invisible shackles,
no longer owning their bodies..
Freedom to them is only a dream

But tonight, my presence here
will cleanse this stain from the city
and release them from slavery

A fat man stared at me, frowning.
He barked at me to scare me
but I only reply with a grin

tremors above sidon

Tyre tire Taiye
tied twin swim glimpse
shrimp accord cord beyond discord
cut cloth pair

Sidon of litho-
sphere Tyre
telegram span sprawl
guilloches flower head
necklaces trailing plaited trusses
perfume burner antique
branches of this type
possibly pair to the offered lot
Sheppard amongst ruined castle
coloured glazed frames, variegated sand
crocheted spires arched tops blaze
mount leaf-cast lack parquetry satinwood
marquetry satin wood
drapery treads garlands of husk

A Smack In Time Tingles Fine

Smacking was a subject close to his heart
Then Yenti, came in to let the fun start
Little Serendipity as a child had suffered so
But grew up and just wouldn't let it go

I was told by friends that knew these folks
It would just go beyond the odd friendly poke
It disturbed our Yenti that as he was old
It was construed as being lewd and much too bold

My Monster

When I was young,
he could be found
hiding in my closet
and lurking
beneath my bed.

The elders always
told me not to worry.
Monsters aren't real.
There only in your head.

I asked them if it
was the same way with god.
Cause he seems real to me
and this monster
is looking to be fed.

And so it came to be,
just as they had professed.
I found that fucker
living deep inside of me,

Delineation

I visited your house,
and its face
devoured by vines
left me desolate

I remembered
hurrying to live,
your hands
cracked,
they now lay
crumbled
to dust

The mysteries
scoring your face,
pitting the pores,
mimicking skin,
are now forever
closed in pine.

Suddenly beauty rose
in your wild garden,
and dragonflies
grazed my mind,
I silently conceded
with a sigh,

The New Beginning

Hurtful words rip my heart,
with claws of sorrow
tearing both of us apart
casting love in shadow

Your name still haunts my soul
but its warmth is long -gone..
Beautiful memories unfold
turning into moments I mourn

Old dreams lying in tatters,
left me deprived of hope here
but I 'have promised myself
never again to shed a tear

For here stands a woman born free
who will not cower from Destiny
this is not the end of love
this is its new beginning

chemical brothers

sardius sapphire
pummeled apostasy labrets
fray emptied scare-crow
repudiated carbuncle
vultures speak nude
sobriety ox bridge tablets
welcome my long lost friend
about the parched eight
game Theodore dry bare
century half full lull scar
horrific mortal reign, mortal white
careless of tongue steer evening star stir
so say it precarious
now that both say it
dressed before the black
turns into white
eight hours before
use this threnody
topic sentence unperturbed

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