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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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CRASH HELMET CHATTER

Okada, the rag tag throng in the south
Of motorbike transportation business
Achaba, the northern name for the trade
Rides on rough and stormy city roads
Trap for broken bones and scarred skin
The morgue is where some make their beds

Carnage on our roads is no longer news
Check the obituary information columns
You will see what I really mean to say
So the government decided on a law
To help the learned and uninformed
An attempt to check casualty figures

E S T U A R Y

jawline twitch
and dusk streaming
like a hot needle
the shaft of hope
between the drawn
curtian
before night sweeps
clean the shadows
and fires her stars
with dreams
that fall

burning
without sound

and the hollow
acruement
of the hours
when I leave
this door

when the mirror
is quiet
and says no more

I shall think of
smokey seasons
eve

and remember
where that ache
shall stay

Petrified Wood

i.

If ever the touch of my inconstant heart
leaves a trail of snow that must be followed....

ii.

From where dry leaves of early autumn fall,
a sullen shade of rust,
to raise my eyes to hear
the sudden cry of gulls on a grey-misted day
beyond the verse and impasse of wild geese leaving
shadows across the earth,

Paradox

Seems what ever I say 
it turns around and bites me in the arse.
Whatever I do it's wrong.
Some my label me a victim.
Well I say fuck them and shit on that,
I don't conform, you won't bring me down.

I can never win I won't let my self
If you don't beat me then I will.
But don't be fooled
I will fight back tooth and nail.

A Friend in Need

in the corner of a crook
there is an orange headed beauty
that kicks about in her scullery
all the makings of a fine dinner

seated near there is a man
who was made a boy by a
departure and so hung on his
feelings like a coat to a rack

she bustled down home nostalgia
from the boiling pot and
chop chop chop of veggies
making quick dissipating patterns

All In Humility

Only great people
are humble like you
and I,

That's why along the sea beaches
we roll
and
the surfs pass by ...

But then some one looks back
and says
Wasn't he
He?
Yeah that's
All about life aint it.

Stormy, and Not a Cloud in the Sky

It matters not, how many times
a blatant falsehood is repeated
you can even tell it 'til your face turns blue;

it can never bring real comfort
in the long run, to any heart
because, of course; it never, ever will ring true.

On a cold day in october
'twas a truth I had to learn,
one so very stark, in it's own reality;

I couldn't help but let it "fester"
hurting the heart that is my own,
'twas relentless, and just wouldn't let me be.

Making a New Friend

She fell
through the spaces in time
she landed
in another world

adrift of reality
an army surplus coat
remnants of glory
adorn its lapels

from cigarette butt
to the next
she weaves unseen
under the crowd

rummaging bins
discovering uneaten burgers
cold French fries

I watched until …

we broke bread
under an iron steed
we drank from a tin
baked beans its last passenger

she still slips from dimensions
that hold her locked in delusions

Wasted Youth

Eat and be merry
A glass of wine with cherry
Sparkling in eyes
Of vibrant young

 
Nothing of concern
Is discerned
Staring in bottom
Of bottle of booze
 
Youthful fun
Faded memories
Looking back on
Wasteful youthfulness
 
Experience, knowledge
Deep rooted
Produced wisdom 
From bottom of the barrel
 

Saturday Night...

Shadows move in closer, and I cannot see
Blindfolded by fear of the unknown
Ice-water thoughts of horror, sunami behind my eyes

Hair standing on end, and cold gooseflesh
Thumping heart loud in my ears
Shaking hands, trembling legs that refuse to stand

I fall from bravery to limp coward
Terrorized beads of sweat drip from my chin
Throat constricted, my voice scared and hoarse

Bolting away from reality, my mind races
Chill wind caresses my soul like a love slave
A prisoner of phantoms

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