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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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It Was Just Right

The porridge tasted pure and light.
It was just right.
The broken chair an abject sight -
a sorry plight.
The small intruder's golden hair
now rested on a pillow there.
She dreamed a dream of sweet delight.
It was just right.

I'll tell the truth, the story quite --
not one washed white.
It may have not been fair a fight --
advantage height.
For trespass paid in manner foul,
to pieces ripped from throat to bowel,
her liver cooked for tea that night -
it was just right.

PLEASURE PEDIGREE

coiled is the sight
alive with a growl
the water dances
where the draw
is shallow
and the curvature
of depth is might

Might promise
texture treatments
doorway meaning
tilt hip leaning

Leave colours
like mists
upon the naked
exposed skin
like ruby kisses
on collars
while the shower
hisses

Lost Memory

Lost memory

Who are you they ask,
silently,
with a choked voice,
I reply
‘tis I,
yeah, me...
you once knew
Loved.

They stare into my eyes and ask
all over again
who?
Loved?

The Passion and the Soul of You

The dream is over.
This is it.
But you are my forever, my Beloved,
were you not mine when time began and ended?
Was it not your touch alone that brought me to life?

I was a beautiful statue once,
perfect except for the flaw: I was a vision
of perfection that hadn't been lived. I was spirit
without a body. I was yours and you hadn't claimed
me. I was invincible then but I had no choice.

Very nearly a love poem

We haven’t known each other
For too long, it must be said
Though I think you’re jolly lovely
From your toes up to your head

Your face is somewhat pretty
And your dress sense rather chic
I enjoy our conversations
And the charming way you speak

Those pretty eyes beguile me
And your smile makes my legs shake
I’m even losing sleep, what’s
Going on for goodness sake

So my dearest please believe me
Every word I’ve said is true
And it will not be too long
Until I fall in like with you

On a Mountain pass

On a Mountain pass

With wetted eyes I stumble
through a mountain snow,
as I hear thunder rumble
I’m wondering, how far to go ?

Shangri-la is not attained
in steps we make with ease
That is why it has remained
a dream, an incurable tease

Lonely steps are my trial
on the way to this haven
I imagine living in style
after all I have given

faded light

The night sky
draws ink from clouds
drifting through
faded light
I am blown away
by empty spaces
falling leaves
and messengers
dressed like angels
with moonlight halos.

Like Dante

a write, a legend made to be a classic
I want to scribe one for eternity
I've yet to find a hero for the epic
the heroine - of course, she will be me

It'll be a perfect blank iambic journey
I'll call it some-such-great-or-other saga
It'll be my very own sweet odyssey
that will go on and on and on ad-nausea

I could be up there high with those renowned
like Dante, hush the laugh, I do not jest
I know that none of you would put me down
if only I could find myself a quest
.

Canto Five ~ The evil boy is neither.
He is quite mad and unknown to all who interact with him, thousands of years old. Covered always in filth, his nature is tolerated by the soldiers of Garland Legion as simply another of the witch’s strange and wretched beasts. Though hardly pure in his feelings, his loneliness and something else perhaps, manifests itself in a sincere affection for the injured man. He has brought him to an abandoned brothel beneath the City of Laura where he has of late sequestered himself as he serves Gundhag.

Canto Five

Eternity apocalypse 3

Lonely planet, two inhabit the universe
Forging on the will to survive. 
Indication of life amongst the remains
He discovers a loved one's grave

Making camp near by he keeps watch
Days pass, desolation resides.
He passes on, she passes by,
He has gone.

Eternal strangers, loneliness eating them alive 
Each unaware of other.
Existing in parallel,
Live out there days alone,

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