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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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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

Sound Vision...

Sound vision…

I stared in stereo,

listened in colour

You were speaking,

that little smile was

playing at the extremities

of your lips.

I felt myself

content,

That long ago evening

we both knew…

No user serviceable parts

I am not a robot
I am not made of steel
I’ve a mind I’ve a brain
I can think, I can feel
Through my frame courses blood
Deep inside beats a heart
I am not a robot
Don’t tear me apart
You could never repair
The parts that get broken
You haven’t the tools
And words softly spoken
May lead you to think
That your game has been won
I am not a robot
The damage is done

CATHODE

mission meal
cupped in its styrofoam
is bright as seagulls
fast between the
towers glass

myopic hunger
like a yearning
like a cigarette
addictions yoke

Its all concrete baby
except where feilds
roam in empty lots
and chain link ghosts
full of candy wrappers
shopping store hosts
fluttering in their
cosmic flurry
while the thick
and real traffic scurries

Ebony Dreams

Ebony Dreams

I am giddy in your presence
the scent of you fills me
with exhilaration
we become one with the night
our souls launch into the cosmos
soaring wild and free
spirits you and I
this tryst becomes a trial
of endurance with the arrival
Of the dreaded dawn
when I awaken to find
you are no more
and our love has gone
banished to the far off
lands of cherished dreams
never forgotten but
always a finger tips' distance
away from my yearning grasp

Nature's Namaste

The days of the praying mantis are over,
and the night of the spring peeper is silent
but for toadstools growing in the soggy-bottomed earth...

The Naked Biker

They call him the naked biker
he streaks from town to town,
teasing all the ladies with his manly frame.

When you hear the engine of a vintage motorbike roar
you can be sure that he is on his way.
So lock up your daughters, cover your eyes today

You have to hope he won't dismount,
and give you the full show.
With his friend John Thomas he might terrorise the town.

They call him the naked biker
He flaunts his butt cheeks far and wide
He's such an exhibitionist you have to run and hide.

Flaneur (with vid)

Once I glanced
freely all about
what I saw determined what I was.

If the streets were full of pretty girls,
if the sky and clouds remarked,
if my feet propelled themselves,
I knew I was alright.

If everyone was ugly,
and oily skies roiled
and everywhere was uphill
then clearly not.

My city, our city, is not mine
or yours, nor ours or their's
it is as is
but not as need be
each step,
each glance
becomes a need
for action.

Loup Garlou...

As Lou hurried down the alley, she stumbled once or twice
She had had one two many, against our sage advice
The whisper of the footfalls, the furtive sneaky kind
Gave her chills and shivers, as they came up from behind

She whirled around real quick, tried to see what it was
Lou had a glimpse of werewolf, teeth and fur and claws
She should have screamed right then and there; now she's out of breath
No one will hear her now, as she meets her death

Going Crazy

I'm in pain
acting crazy
going to school
Acting a fool
when grades don't improved

Coming apart
at the seams
losing grip, so
Continue holding on
to faith at hand, because

To fail
is to hail
Impaled
Hopes and dreams
I hold dear, and

Tightened screws
Sealed Idiocies
Gagged words
Hold back
Unwise behaviors causing strife

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