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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!

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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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hazel perillo's
climb into the shade of Mercurys gate
the vines are weeping winds
the salt kiss betroth sweet muses ache

A Joy

A Joy

The Great Bear lifted his head,
Even the stars realised
That in the heavens life was good
The stars reminded him of past days,

but the pattern in his mind’s eye,
was so different to those he was use to.
He saw the Seven Sisters so close,
that he reached out to touch them,
then realized where he was.

Life, good enough to bring him here,
the Spirit called he had answered,
with all the love and light in his heart.
To all fellows he gave perfect love.

I Write Tonight

I write tonight
With tears on my face
For I'm alone again
Unwanted in this place

Plenty of faces to see
But none that looks back
My hearts red color
Is now fading to black

Wrinkling seas of thought
Flowing down to my lips
Like rivers banks
Holding oceans hips

Have shown my last moon
For when I awake
The sun shining bright
Will seem so fake

I have no fuel for my fire
My life has lost it's spark
Numbed feelings and a shaded soul
Left me laying in the dark

Thoughts (Simple and Plain)

Hearing my life as I listen to music

Life is music cause someone still breathing produces

It seems useless trying to hide my emotion

Something within me refuses to remain a hermit

Confusion is conducive Damn my style is a nuisance

Seems like my rhytmn abuses rhyme on purpose

Abusive what do to the instrumental

The Reluctant Bride

The reluctant bride
a gun at her side
last night she cried
"never again" she sighed
today stands with false pride
smiling but dying inside
her groom petrified
her father feels justified
her mother mortified
her pregnancy they deride
the reluctant bride

Hallelujah

HALLELUJAH
Religious wars, where absolutes are proven neither wrong nor right,
Have body counts that must show war's absurd.
Religion has, for centuries, been generating heat, not light
With slashing swords excused by Holy words.

Though generations fight to make their true God number one again;
Though thousands die for crescent or for cross.
Fanatics on both sides still wade across vast seas of blood and pain,
The meaning of the scriptures now long lost.

licking the flames

Enlisting the charms
of the fire,
in wistful music
I spoke from the lyre

Entrancing the beckoning
to his knees,
this bubbling lust
is slightly freed

A trail of whisper
licks my ear,
drawing me close
to hold me near

Touching a rose
tips the peaks,
a burgeoning lust
is lightly tweaked

Unbuttoning need
in frenzied grasps,
ripping to free
a stubborn clasp

Fumbling fingers
brush and bump,
grinding of hips
begins the thump

Enedentian Epic: Canto IV

In early times the Ubeline
had fallen from their grace divine
when Ubelon, their kin and lord
against the Master's solemn word
transgressed and tarried long in sin. 5
The errant angel hid within
the confines of his solitude
as outlaw from the multitude
that gathered round the throne of Him
who made them all. Where light was dim 10
and shadow crept beyond the wall
of the expansive, ornate halls
the Master made. Where night was kept,
was where the errant angel slept.

Muck is must

Mucks are must…
Laws excepted are very forces.
More in natures all are very fixations.
Laws with complexes all are lords.
Lords that lord are fit at fixes.
Cyprian nobles CURILO named.
Some enjoy our colds and stiff for comforts just are wet.
Crimes that wetted are not that called.
Nature calls are easy things.
Bloods that fetch or cashes that seize are politic trickery.
Complete apathy all may suffer as die.
All to stir the leaders’ wrongs are mucks that must.
MUCKAMUCK is social must.

A Moment of Clarity in Warfare Observation

With my jaded western eye I see
a woman and her family
next to a home bombed-out and done
after the rockets are all gone,

but I realize that as I look
I only see what rockets took,
and not the air-raids or the bombs
that smashed so many Gaza homes,

and the burqa I am looking at
is not symbolic of the fact
that she is oppressed by those
who started warfare with their blows;

it is instead a statement of
her faith that almighty God above
protects her and her family
from those who call her enemy,

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