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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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Rain reveals all

The rain pummeling droplets
And the drains guzzling down

The rumble darkened distance
From the quiet of the town

It stings in sheets the tin house roof
And yellow lamp lit soaking streets

And whittles at the window while
A rain drowned heart drum beats

Precipitation: all it is, and falls
From blackened heavens grasp

To walk bare headed in the land
Then strain once more and skyward gasp

And words, let tumble, rattling home
with language falling at your door

Dear Pancake, I'm Sorry I Stalk Your Neo, Okay?

i can't help it.
i really can't.
most times i want to know if i did something wrong;
if you misunderstood or knew all too well.
i feel like our problems end up here.
this is our elephant graveyard.
the huge bones wander until they find the right web address and then settle,
our history laid in front of us like hired stonemasons constantly on the job.
i feel so guilty for looking though.
this is your private thought made into abstract symbols for strangers to see,
but i am no stranger,

Asceticism

Martyred
By the unbeckoned farewell
Agonies etch
Each memory

Rent illusions
stroke the unscreamed need
Hair shirt caresses
Upon the canonized corpse

Hedonistic romance
Pregnant with flavour
Sin and corruption
Heralding ecstatic pleasures

Crosses burning
Fever pitched wails
Echo against goodbye

Taking the veil
Liberties price
Robed in vestments
To hide the bawl

the finale

the final sojourn

I have in my WILL endorsed

my bier should have four parachutes
one at each end
lest I decide on the earth to descend
yet once again
as I'd not know
how the world will toil
without my poetry
tilled from my mind's soil

albeit no one may listen to me
try to abandon the aircraft
shall remain a desire so carefree
ere the final destination of the sojourn
at the far end of never ending space
I hope to move on

Albeit

now you add on..
the place of RV

Canto Two ~ It is twenty years ago of a Harsh morning.

Prince Carl’s war has been fought and lost. As his mother had long warned, King Cartive’s grip upon the Legions of Lurien is near absolute. The armies of Illian, though abetted by a populace that willingly followed Carl into disaster, have been decimated. Cartive now holds the proletariat through all of Lurien hostage to Prince Carl’s surrender.

The True Love

In spite of human cruelty,
the sun still shines everyday.
She cares not who's rich or poor,
but simply knocks on every door,
or creeps through the windowsill
to end the gloom and quit the chill,
then weaves her threads a perfect shawl
to warm when coldness starts to crawl.
The grass is nourished and the beast
whenever she smiles at the east.

It only takes a minute or two
to feel how much her love is true.

Growing Pains

Haunted by my past
Realizing the fact
That I'm more alone due
In part to the abusive nature
I embraced to subdue the greater
Flaw of not being a man
Seeking freedom in frantically
Drinking to ease
The nervousness of being
Worthlessness
Purposeless
Death being what i'm flirting with
Knowing my aim
Has to be getting over these growing pains

Lakota

Stillletto heels
and sandalwood musk
Tangle the dream catcher’s snare

Siren call
Penetrates unguarded
the
Drunken lies
Pouring through pity
Sweetening the dream

Silken hair binds the web
Shimmering
Whipping the lather
Frothing with want
Sinew bends

suffocating air
torched by passion
Gasps upon lips
wine soaked
and wanting

thrusts penetrate
the dawns break
to the window seat view

R I C C U T Z

cure all magic
cigarettes and midnight
solving cramped workings
and broken limbs
beneath bulbs and their gathering
of mosquitoes and moths

tired wallpaper and echoes
feel their way like the forest herbs
and alms

outside high above the forest climbing valleys
and crests are stars burning hot and brilliant
sharp eyes watchful

the mill town hungry for anything fresh waits
fresh as the cold spring waters that sluice
away the congestion of past
spring baptisms

Sick From Them and You

cabin fever should not be a possibility
with so much family around.
their presence should simply counter the lonely
the madness

I am at home now, technically
but I feel so cold and no one notices
you would notice.
you call me from your house
and tell me you want to go home.

my stomach is sick and empty
I just don't get hungry anymore
my head spins as laurie tells me i'm going too fast
ease off the gas
don't use the brake
look over your shoulder
listen to my exact instructions.

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