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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

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Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

THE LAST RING by  Jokerface82

 

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TRUE REFLECTIONS--edit

TRUE REFLECTIONS

as i wander farther from myself
into dissolution
bleeding edges of annihilation
I hold to what is left
of me
in memory and recollection
where I see
my lasting and true
reflection

Whispered Endearments

Whispered endearments
tickling my ears
every breath
drawing me near

Featherlike fingers
up and down my arms
each movement charms

Kisses so soft
sailing aloft
on clouds of reverie

Lustfilled eyes
hypnotise
Stop being a tease
take me now, please

deep hurt

A deep hurt!

at times my heart weeps,
though rarely
when I see machinations
manifested in crooked minds,
seeking the fish from under the Dead Sea
when all are asleep,
wantonly
and
in pity seek a false admiration
to reach out for empathy,
callous folks still exist
I hate to say
but still

Grippe....

stalwart ice beneath our bold steps
the treachery of slopes
and the needles in our shins
the calves the wrists

we dream of natures kiss
and forelock youth
beneath a blue

we linger here behind the view
our dark wide screen
of vision care

Our pharmacy of meds
in tote We ratttle in
our winter coats

And for a day respite is
near The puffer steers
away and clear
That hissing mask
that holds us dear
like hostages so close
and near

Unbridled Desire

out for repairs

It's not about umbrella trees

IT’S NOT ABOUT UMBRELLA TREES
I feel the August heat still
rising from the tarred city street
sitting hands on knees
under three umbrella trees
and the smell of olive oil
garlic and sweet basil looking for me
from the kitchen window
just behind.

Time nurtures the heart
in memory
and the ghosts I see
still watch over me
hands on knees
under the shade
of umbrella trees
three..

Sugar Baby

Sugar baby
plaything for daddy
showers her in money
she's his honey

Fulfills her lifestyle
widens his smile
hugs and kisses
never his mrs.

He's paying her college fees
she's often on her knees
has a child to feed
gives her what she needs

Is it prostitution?
or business transaction
Is either getting hurt?
or is it all just sport

Sugar is very nice
to life it adds spice
but too much can be bad for you
I hope their actions they don't rue

............MIST>>>>

text me with your fingertip
your filed shorn smooth little nail
drawing water beads apart
on the old mirror

take your Midol and drip toothpaste
from the frosted steam kissed lips
leaning hips against the warm
counter the cold sink edge

the drain swirls away
the night fog

hair spray makes the coif settle
and perfume on all
temporal points of landscape
The plains the little mountians
the lush valley

Treat you and cure you WUJANTO

Treat you and cure you WUJANTO….
Treat by partly exposed for preventions. Treat our china tyrants acute durations by plots will need the help of his wife. First in views is he do not hope to kill his own wife.
All at once is to put away WUJANTO guns and send away all his pawns. Then by ways WUJANTO is criticize as bad as he likely had in normal.
Thus give WUJANTO a chance to miff without killing.
Final step give back WUJANTO his guns and follower men.

Memory

I whisper you name
Am I so mad to feel
Those touches of long ago

I have taken your ways
moulded them to mine
will you feel it in time

I become angry at this space
Empty hands, a tender heart
tender thoughts miles apart

Each day I build a bridge
there in my mind where I lay
with you along side my form

Wishing to have been born
On another shore it is sad
My thoughts walk those shores

I have in my stupidity
Had chances given to me
By others as I journeyed so

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