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Neopoem Of The Week!

This week's Neopoem is "Sun-catchers" by Michael Anthony. Congratulations to Michael for a job well done!

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/sun-catchers

"Sun-catchers"

The trail leads gently up
and through the stand of trees
The day is chilled by autumnal winds
just in from the coast

I contemplate the desperation of the falling leaves
as they wander about in the bracing air
Carried by the breeze to where they will lie
And I wonder: “Are they bitter?”

Or do they accept their fate
as the annual benediction
of having served their purpose
reflected in the colors of the season?

The countless pigments of decomposition
abound in golden yellows, auburn browns,
and flourishes of crimson

The leaves are no longer needed
to catch the sun from spring and summer
I decide they are not cross
at the weight of their circumstances

Hopefully, they can perceive
the better part of the difference
between being resentful,
and acceptance of what will be
along the path we are on

January 2022 Poetry Contest!

Description: Write a poem about the loss of a loved one or friend or a lost love.

Objectives: poems must contain two to four stanzas, rhyming or free verse

Prize: The winner receives a three-month premium membership and a 25 dollar gift certificate to amazon.com. If the winner already has an existing premium account with Neopoet then they will receive a 35 dollar Amazon gift card. There are also Neopoet products that can be substituted for the cash such as a Neopoet t-shirt, Neopoet mug and Neopoet Tote Bag. Winner of this contest will be eligible to compete for the Neopoet Yearly Contest.

Neopoet Random Challenge #11

Neopoet.com wants to challenge you to write poetry about this month's random topic that is provided below.

Objectives: If you so accept this challenge, all you have to do is choose one or more of the following topics and write one or more poems based on your choice or choices. Please make sure your poem or poems are between 12 to 32 lines. Certificates will be given to those that use the topic as their title.

This month's Topics:

1) I need to recharge
2) The things I say to myself
3) The reason I exist
4) Writer’s Block

Always remember to have a blast while being challenged. Also don't forget you are awesome

Neopoet Yearly Contest Winner Of 2021

Please join the Neopoet Administration in congratulating Geezer for winning the Neopoet Yearly contest. To read his poem and comment on his masterpiece please visit:

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/aussieland-calling

I'd like to live down-under
In Aussieland by the sea
With wallabies and waves of thunder
And Eucalyptus trees

The Outback filled with the songs
Of Kookaburra birds
And frog-filled billabongs
Grasslands and kangaroo herds

I'd listen through the night
To Aboriginal didgeridoos
Watch the sun come up bright
Look for spiders in my shoes

Ahhhh, the call of the wild
The Outback calling me
Me, a nature-child
A regular Croc Dundee

December 2021 Poetry Contest Winner!

Congratulations to Scribbler
For winning the December 2021 Neopoet Poetry Contest.
Please view the winning poem and leave a comment

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/exempt-december-poem-friends-now-...

EXEMPT (December poem to friends now gone)

They are all still here inside
the circuits made of silicon
where electrons dodge and glide.
Too many poets counted as gone.

Joe, the modest expert on verse
who taught with positive feedback
(or gentle critique at the worst).
His photons sprint among the black.

And elf who fought me tooth and nail
but over time became my friend
as he urged me toward perfection's grail.
He's here although he met his end.

Then Ian with his tame calm ways
who knew more than he would let on.
In near silence met his end of days.
He lives on even though he's gone.

Of course there is the "meter maid"
who tried her best to teach me scansion
correcting each mistake I made.
She lives on in her electronic mansion.

To all still within this electronic place
whose times came then came to pass
I hope this poem can find your trace.
I wish you all a merry Christmas
there where from death you are exempt..

*and merry Christmas to all still on this side of the veil.

Neopoet Random Challenge # 10

Neopoet.com wants to challenge you to write poetry about this month's random topic that is provided below.

Objectives: If you so accept this challenge, all you have to do is choose one or more of the following topics and write one or more poems based on your choice or choices. Please make sure your poem or poems are between 12 to 32 lines. Certificates will be given to those that use the topic as their title.

This month's Topics:
1) Guilty pleasure
2) My Christmas Friend
3) Under The Mistletoe
4) I've Just Arrived

Always remember to have a blast while being challenged. Also don't forget you are awesome

The stream (all workshops)

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

 

TRUST IN THE PROCESS

Don't waste time,
On holding grudges.
Always make sure to add,
the finishing touches.

Say you're sorry,
When you should.
If you make a bleep,
Knock on wood.

Let go of things,
You can't change.
Stay clear from things,
That are pre-arranged.

Forgive,
If at all possible.
Think before you react,
Be responsible.

Your darkest hour,
Can be the brightest light.
Never give up,
Without a fight.

Tuffy

Reading our books in bed in the early evening
You, a favorite murder mystery
I think you’ve read three or four times
Me, another damn poetry book

Together, we hear a forlorn cry
from one of our sleeping dogs. It was high pitched
So, it must have been from our little guy

We check them both to be sure they are okay
And they are. He probably had a bad dream
You wonder why our little brown fella
felt so sorrowful in his dream
and fret about what you can do
to keep him from being that despondent again

Kaleidoscope

I write poems
so as to give life to the words.

With a beautiful red silk
ribbon,
I tie a bow
on each one’s neck.

As I’m holding them into my fist,
they seem like spring butterflies.
They start to fly,
wandering happily into my room.

Every time, I see a swarm of them above my page,
I am so grateful.

Grateful to see them hovering around,
telling me how different this world would be,

Tinnitus

Tinnitus chants more
music through doorways,
drafting feathers
distort the ear spine,
shaping uproars,
shifting the sand-
castles where silence
cradles wordlessness.

CAN YOU

Can you;
find beauty in things not pleasant to the eyes?
Can you;
be nice to people you don't recognize?

Can you;
find sunshine, on a rainy day?
Can you;
remain silent when you have things to say?

Can you;
fight when you're tired to the bone?
Can you;
call it quits, leave well enough alone?

Can you;
be ok, in the lonely moments?
Can you;
stay strong in the midst of disappointments?

"Sun-catchers"

The trail leads gently up
and through the stand of trees
The day is chilled by autumnal winds
just in from the coast

I contemplate the desperation of the falling leaves
as they wander about in the bracing air
Carried by the breeze to where they will lie
And I wonder: “Are they bitter?”

Or do they accept their fate
as the annual benediction
of having served their purpose
reflected in the colors of the season?

power off

….you have programmed your final day under the sun:

your body dissolves,
graced in sheets of flowers,
succumed to the grass that touches your back side.
you lie inside an abandoned home,
vines and moss cover the cement and bricks.
the flower of life subverted into this once natural structure.

the sun’s rays flash through the trees,
through the absent roof, the home claimed by nature.
it lowers down, calmly.
seeping into your skin, through your blood, through the rest of you.
she is ready to prepare your eternal bedding.

BREAD

Another crumb, another day.
One more slice another year
as one by one time slips away
with loss of the ones I hold dear.

Until there's little left to chew
and few loaves left from times gone by.
Too soon the losses are nothing new
matters not the tears we cry.

Some loaves get toasted by fast living
others stay white from lives lived cold.
then some are cut too short by giving
better that than green from mold.

RATHER YOU THAN ME

The religious zealots say,
they will pray for us,
They look down their nose,
at us with disgust.

They say repent;
we are an abomination,
We are headed straight
to hell fire and damnation.

They scream we offend them,
and their religion,
It is none of their business;
not their decision.

Eighty percent of churches,
condemn homosexuality,
They explain it’s a sin,
and say it is an abnormality.

Random Challenge [The Reason I Exist] - Ornate Girl

I stand bejeweled, with feathers in my hair,
A pretty girl, in a pretty world.
But I’m not pretty enough.
I’m the ghost by the door, hiding in the walls,
The glass ornament on the mantel,
The ornate dish, a holder for what they truly want.
I bury my head beneath the sands.
I do it as best I can.
But I’m not perfect enough.
So I cower under embellished fabrics.
My voice stays as silent as if it did not exist.
The colors of the world are seeping away.
The ocean, the sky have turned grey.

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