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  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

April 2024 Contest Winners

Congratulations to our April 2024 contest winners!

Spring Fling  was won by Carrie with the poem Spring Fling

04/24 I Was An April Fool was won by Geezer with the poem Fooled Again...

04/24 Waiting In Line was won by  Mary Beth Magee  with the poem The Last Time

04/24 Are We There Yet?  Was won by Rula with the poem We're Almost There For It

04/24 My Favorite Cookie was won by Leslie with the poem After school treat!

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Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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Having it off

My name is Arabella
And I’m really such a girly
I like to wear nice dresses
And my hair is blonde and curly

With underwear by Reger
And Prada on my feet
Made up to perfection
I give all the men a treat

My perfect breasts the envy
Of the women that I see
They look me up and down
And how, they wish that they were me

I’m very nearly faultless
And quite soon with any luck
I’ll have the money saved
So I can have the nip and tuck

Mission Alley

On an overgrown path
along a road less travelled
hid the bearer of small eyes
peeking out into the light

huddled

a flicker of memory
casts a mantle over her eyes
the touch of a loving hand
her only dream or desire

terrified

she runs into the shadows
as fight or flight whispers
and paranoia kicks in
all in keeping her safe

trembling

I want to save them
all the children of the night
I want to show them love
and compassion and family

hope

Red-haired and long-legged (Slut Walk, 2011)

ccBuk pulls himself out of retirement,
I resurrect him for this poem
merely triumphantly
he lives here
occasionally;
there is a bluebird officiating
collecting
pages of recollections
offering truth in unmeasured doses,
pulling puppet strings
and nine wild horses

she was no school marm, or perhaps she is,
hiking her skirt up past her ankles,
suffragette ghosts
walking in the slut walk on Wall Street,
naked from the waist up, inside
your head

Humor in writing workshop 4 - Fanny

There was a girl called Fanny
She looked the Hulk it’s uncanny
Bellowed and blew
Made a hullabaloo
Then turned back into Fanny

Felattitude

His grey eyes barely visible
in between green blades of grass

though crouched he stood
in readihood

his hunting skills first class.

~

The breeze was in his favor
plus, he was hidden in tall reed

an awkward stance
will eat circumstance

so his best is what he'll need

~

A polished element of surprise
and rehearsed moves he knows so well

he's honed each skill
with intent to kill

quietly longing for death's smell

~

SEE NO EVIL--updated

SEE NO EVIL

Down through corridors of yellow lights
walls stained by Death’s stench
into a soulless dark I fell

and from behind the curtains forward came
the French I knew call my name

aged beauty mummified
eyes of clear grey glass
figure long ,slender and tall
did to me speak...
and I did fear…

Christ have Mercy
on us all

POETIC PEBBLES

Twinkle, twinkle the pin-ups shine
Like diamonds in glittering glories
Pebbles and sand, stars and sky
The outer reflecting the inner world
As above, so below, the cliché goes
An image in the mirror mimics
While the shadow follows suit
Molecular matter reduced to atoms
Broken composites of the indestructible
Electrons, neutrons and protons
Vibratory in natural spiritual state
A foundation of structural universe
Parchments in free and made-up forms
Like pebble and stars in comparison

State

State

The world has fallen into utter decay
The Swastika flaps in the nuclear wind
Banner for the Nazi’s and now the KKK
A pure race they want, with no mixed up breed
A master race with no genetically modified seed

One world currency, army and Government
A breach of trust with fraudulent intent
We’ve been the pawns in the power games
Our minds controlled, broken and bent

The world is now in a fucking state
Their lies have spread like a biblical plague
Run, save yourself, before it’s too late

NEON SLUMBER

tendrils
sweet and long
like the portugese man oh' war
Tilt your head forward
over this clamour din
to refresh ourselves
the fountian of verse
we spell towards
the destination our
hearts dwell

and a nick of our poison
poised on moist tongues
garish your petulant smile
ravishing the shop dress
its retro cut
a second skin

Between Us, Knowing This

Between a breath of pain
balanced on the edge of reason,
I raise my pen

~~~

I watch as hope
seeps from your eyes

knowing this,

nothing was too much
or to heavy to bare,
as waves of my suffering
overtake your sanity

know this !

your love saves me
as ripples of mortality
threaten to overtake me,
your strength lifts me
to play among the stars,
ever riding the stardust home.

knowing this

nothing is forever
except this love we share

~~~

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