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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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The stream (all workshops)

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MELANCHOLY BLUE--Updated

MELANCHOLY BLUE

All that has died in me
lives in memory’s keep
shadows deep
melancholy blue

in a crcle never-ending
relentless and unforgiving
I am taken back back
to wounds ever bleeding

Who I am today
will die to tomorrow
and when the world I know
begins to fade a way
I sink
into shadows deep
melancholy blue.......

Dinner Invite

Just a brush of your hand
sends my pulse racing
a blush on my cheek
imagining where it could be tracing

Torture being so close
and not being able to kiss you
feelings of remorse
inviting a visitor or two

Wanting you so much
unable to hold you in my arms
avoiding the slightest touch
because I can't resist your charms

Bound to you, body, heart and soul
never knew such passion
my desire I'm trying to control
as the potatoes I'm mashing

Cursed

In the spinning of the blade,
a superseding wish for gain.
In lieu of noble sentiments,
a list of new ingredients.

The jolly round is passed on by.
A jeroboam of bubbles lie.
Grail like drinks are fortified
by angel’s breath and Gorgon’s tied

into a Mandelbrot bootlace
of needing more but saving face.
Poised pen and poisoned inks;
lots of love, heart breaks and sinks.

the sun doses

perhaps she has no option
oooooo la la la la
wish her well from our side
there's nothing now left to hide
all rides are free for all of us
all that can well see
the sunrise is like an ebbing twilight
don't let it trouble,
thoughts wee ...

the darkness will soon be over
as the sunsets beyond the distant horizon
then the school's sweetheart will also say
darling follow me
the sun sets happily

Experiment and Excrement (New)

I want this and I want that
And I don't give a damn
If the country goes to hell
As long as I get my ham

I'm third generation on welfare
you said you'd care for me
I can't make it on my own
You've made it plain to see

Insanity is expecting different results
From the same old experiment
And so we'll try it just once more
To our own detriment

vigilance............

thin air

that's where the angels live

and we earthbound

keep the finger on the trigger

our horizons

from the watchtower

to the radar

keeping peace

keeping strong

the oppressors

the aggressors

in the safety of our bomb

the megatons that uphold

freedom

liberty

future

hope

Only One Gift

If you could give only one thing?

Most people would say they choose love.

Love is like a day in spring,

when the birds soar high up above,

 

from the south to the north fly,

also waking from sleep creation,

telling the winter's cold good bye,

and the earth starts resurrection.

 

If love was the chosen one

this simple gift how would you give?

Would there be attached conditions,

with self serving motives,

 

or could you give it freely,

not expecting a reward?

MY Story ...Refugee No. Million

The years have almost passed my history.
My name is Number Million Refugee.
When others played against my destiny,
Palestine preserved the true identity.

My name is Number Million Refugee.
With blood they often fed and nourished me.
Palestine preserved true identity,
when others swept my Home's dignity.

Lingering Scent

Married a delectable rose
couldn't forsee the woes
her actions would compose

A flirtatious flower
men with kisses shower
her mysterious power

She spread her petals far and wide
his beautiful bride
no longer a source of pride

a lingering scent
he now repents
the passion he spent

His rose had thorns
his feelings scorned
her loss he mourns

Pother; a Pantoum

Now, let us speak of pain my friend
and all its presence once implied;
of how it made my mother bend
the long, sad years before she died.

And all its presence once implied
‘twas more than I could hope to bear.
The long, sad years before she died
all proved the start of scathing wear.

‘Twas more than I could hope to bear,
the rack was ne’ertheless my lot.
All proved the start of scathing wear
when father passed from heart’s fell clot.

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