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Neopoet Weekly 06/09/24 to 06/15/24 Winner!

 

This week’s winner is Lavender with the following poem

 

Winning Poem

Magic

Submitted by Lavender

A falling star settled on my rose,
a diamond dipped in velvet clothes.
I dared not touch the pure gift
sent from heaven, so swift,
but let it rest there
in such sweet air
and comply
to my
wish.

 

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Summer Image Prompt Contest Vote

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends June 19th 2024

 

 

 

Abandoned

By:  Mary Beth Magee

 

She bobbed there in the gentle swell,
The little boat I knew so well.
The sail wrapped tight along the boom
Gave me a feeling of dark doom.
I saw no anchor chain hung down
To stop her, lest she run aground.
No one sat in her empty bow.
No hand controlled her keel just now.
A gentle breeze set her to rock.
How did she get loose from the dock?
As the breeze caused her to turn,
I spotted paint along her stern.
Rough letters where my name had been -
The words now looked like "Mortal Sin."
What had he done in dark of night?
Was he convicted by dawn's light?
Then in the reeds beside the dock…
What I saw gave me quite a shock.
A body, face down, on the lake,
Could it be him, for heaven's sake?
Please, no, I prayed and backed away.
What pushed him so, I cannot say.
I didn't dream that he would dare.
I only know I lost him there.

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Summer Image Prompt Challenge-Sailing

By: Hon

 

In the sailing wind blow
pacing along with the flow
feeling at ease and contented
under the vast blue sky
the spray of the fresh air
embarking on a new journey
traveling miles far apart
carrying with a curious mind
awaiting for a new opportunity
embracing with a sense of hope
bringing with an emotional ride
through many different stages
at the endless spending time
finding own destination
with each tale of the story
comes with lessons
instilled with the thought
life is a learning experience
that takes where it goes
a place that holds special
to the heart that embraces
like home

 

 

 

 

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Neopoet Weelky 06/02/24 to 06/08/24 Winner!

 

This week’s contest winner is hippiemoon with following poem:

Archeology

By: hippiemoon

Years from now,
We will be dead and buried.
Your laugh nothing more than
A whisper in the wind,
A breeze carrying off dandelion wishes.

Our headstones will rest together,
Aging together, as we did in life.
Tears from our loved ones will mix with rain
And our memory will fade with the engravings.

And years from now,
We’re forgotten by everyone but the Earth.
They will dig our bodies up
And find our bones entwined in each other’s arms.

 

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Congratulations to Shelby Pryor for winning this week’s contest

 

Something New

Rain rushes from the skies
Mixing with a single tear
The wind cuts through
Like every doubt, every fear

Lightning shatters my peace
Like the pieces of my mind
A distant thunderclap mocks
Of the girl I was and left behind

A tornado rages in my head
Demolishing my peace and joy
I plaster on a smile for you,
But it's just a tactic I employ

The fear paralyzes my heart
Yet I'm so tired of being afraid
It is time to get up and fight
Before my resolve starts to fade

My fingers curl around my sword
I lift it high, I've got my armor on
I bring it down with all my strength
Until the shattered pieces are gone

There is no fixing the girl I was
No use in buying time with glue
The only solution is to shatter her
And forge with fire Something New

 

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The friend

The being that though was
A whisper in the wind,
A flicker of light in the vast night sky,
A dream weaving
Through the fabric of existence.
The silence before the dawn,
The breath before a spoken word,
My other half
Saw another soul,
Another presence in the world,
A different light,
A different dream,
A whisper meant for someone else,
A flicker in another's sky
So I remain,
A murmur in the wind,
A solitary star in the vast night sky,

Everybody

Red dances on the plate, it splashes introvert. Everywhere on the plate. The red.
Red like a under-introvert. It touhts the plate.
It can't stop

In front of my own chaos.

My childhood favorite toy

My childhood favorite toy
given by a family’s legacy gift
since at the early age of 10
with a black reading telescope
brought back fond memories
from many lessons that inspired
by the instilled of the astronomy
with the fascinating of the stars
far beyond the gaze scenery
of the infinite universal
across from the vast of the sky
intrigued by the passionate desire
In seeking a thirst for knowledge
expand a quest of wish
with a curiosity of mind
for an in-depth understanding

Your Eurydice

Darling, I would follow you anywhere.
Into the darkest parts of Hell, when my bones begin to ache and my spirit tries to leave my body.

I’ll trail around, solely a dog on a leash obeying its master.
I’ll cross oceans and deserts and climb to great heights and fall to the deepest depths with you as my guide.

I’ll be your most loyal companion and most ferocious protector.
When Hades knocks down your door, grim reaper with his scythe, I’ll bare my teeth and show my claws. He’ll take me with you or he won’t take you at all.

have you ever felt like a boquet of flowers?

You kept them after she gave them to you, and
slowly they dried out in the crisp stale air of your room in a trailer
in the deserts of New Mexico,
poor conditions thus yielding poor results and...
flowers don't live forever,
it doesn't seem to matter what you do.

But you kept them, and hung them on your wall
to solidify a spirit of hope maybe,
or to be a memento for something that felt like
it would last forever
if you just gave it fresh water every day.

The Flame!

75 Les Paul custom
25 year anniversary
cherry sunburst finish
best I'd ever seen
neck, straight and tapered
frets had been machined
jammed with it for five years
when incidentally
I sold it to a stranger
to meet financial needs
looking back, my heart still crushed
a foolish move indeed!
sometimes what we do for love?
remain a mystery!

Virtue

Virtue
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

Did you think you could save me?
If you stayed healthy, you could heal me?
I was left counting on you.
So, was it a selfish or selfless thing to do?
Was it a crime or a virtue?

I took all that I could take.
Stayed up all night to keep you breathing.
Brought you home from the police station.
I lost myself to care for you.
Was it a cycle or a virtue?

Horsing Around...

Vague memories of a noble steed
and the paladin I was
My horse was of a humble birth
I rode for justice' cause

He reared way up, hooves a flying
against the country dawning sky
There in the distance, the quarry
The proverbial, wanted bad guy

We raced along the grasslands
We dodged bullets and I hung low
Caught the bad guy and I jumped him
He drew his gun, but way too slow

I socked him in his jaw
and we tussled all around
he tried to hit me with a rock
that he found upon the ground

Rich Gold Afternoon

On a rich gold afternoon
she is riding in a convertible:
the wind blows through
her golden hair, the brown
no more to be seen.

The car was grand
the-trailer pulling a race-car
was grand.
You could see-she had-a rich man.
-Maximize rich, Minimize man-

From the masks
of plastic smiles
eyes
were interested only
in how many saw their flash.

Yesterday’s Mail

My God I love being alive.
The moon dips low below the horizon as your fingers travel down my waist to my hipbone.
You: so tall and so new and so wonderful.
Us two sit on the floor and eat food out of paper containers, long legs criss crossed and tangled up in spidery webs.
We glisten like silk threads in the starlight,
morning dewdrops clung to thin clear strings.

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