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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.

 

 

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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)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Spouse’s desire ....a poetic imagination

Oh lord all friends of mine
have been so relieved
when will you be so kind to me
this guy has prostate
no seeds, to lay
his mouth does stink,
I can’t sleep a wink
he farts all through the night
my nose I have to cover alright
I can’t like a kiss
he also perhaps does miss

the whole night he does snore
oh now what a bore
all these years I have ignored

Wesley's quatrain (The Bottom Line Workshop)

Here is my quatrain. I have scanned it as an example, but no one need scan theirs. After posting we all will have a go at doing so in discussion.

 

A quatrain metric’lly commendable

is what I write for you my students fair.

In Iamb using five poetic feet,

the nuts and bolts of meter practical.

 

A qua- / train me- / tri-c’lly / com-men- / da-ble

IN A FOREST DARK

Where to go
when there is nowhere.
where to run
when you are hamstrung.
how to hide
from the demons
that follow
how to fill
a heart grown hollow.
how to find
the self you left behind

The Song of the Transportees

THE SONG OF THE TRANSPORTEE or

AUSSIE IMMIGRATION RULES

This ship sets sail for the end of the world,
And I am chained on board, restrained.
Else I would leap right over her side,
To reach you, my true love.

These Northern lights I’ll see no more,
Tears make them hazy, I’m half – crazy,
I leave you now, to live the rest of my life,
Without you, my true love.

THE HERON FLIES – HOMEWARD ‘CROSS THE EVENING SKIES.
BUT YOU AND I – NEVER MORE WITH YOU I’LL LIE.

when he left

With his books,
with his shoes
and clothes
he packed
his awful yet cool jokes,
his raging-teen voice,
his imperfect actions,
his satisfactions,
and reactions
on serious and silly issues,

but he would never pack
the essence;
his sense of love
that shall linger
like his fragrance
to fill my void.

Transient

The parking lot was gone
when we arrived;
new winter's wind
had blown in
from icy inland sea
and spread gold sand
thick across the asphalt
covering humanity's best efforts
to chain the reach of nature
with new beach
that soon would pile
to high sand dunes
if not for spring
and scraping
plows' arrival
uncovering
the transience of man beneath

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CHOOSING SIDES (part two)

**In our dull and waking world
too often we forget the past
when lightning by the gods was hurled
when myths were made which today last.............

Alarm clock jars me from deep sleep
this second part devoid of dreams
of gates or walls in forest, deep
nor fading light and hinges' screams.
I waken to the start of day.

A stem slap silences the clock
as wife bestirs within our bed.
Dawn's greeted by a crowing cock
bidding farewell to stars now fled
leaving dawn's sky bare and gray.

Unpardonablaise

Unpardonablaise
Your thoughts of unborn a spokesman /woman …on their behalf… is worthy of adoration...adulation… but imagine the explosion in population …but you are right… they ought to have used condom …ere the conception ….after having let the sperm seed and a child conceive…. to abort is short of treason …and murder we all try without any reason ….to punish the grown up…. but what about those ,who don't think like you ….and shelve the future of someone … who could have earned ,one day … someday..

revised version

Unpardonablaise (reviewd....)

We are

What we want to be
a follower
one to be followed
or
to enact the worlds' horror
and
sorrow

one to conceal
or else reveal
the summer’s cool breeze,
as it slaps across one's cheek

don’t be weak,
the world is vast
7.5 billion strong
what are you and I
but bubbles going along
ere we burst this moment
or
when God has his vibrator sent
and
tells, now is the hour
have your ethereal shower…

f a u w l t i smal porshunashun

jewel gem
cutter
draw tight
this slipshade
element
easement
rules runs like a tear
crawling
like a tear
of breaking
dark

the delicate
beams
unravelments
embattlements
sizzling
and through
the worlds
spills
freedom
rising up
tumbling
wayside
down

hauling
visions
and brilliant
sharp edge
poignant
rushes

a gasp
stolen
and a shove
into the
delve
of a harrowing
storm

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