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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

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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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Not Even Light

Between stations, snow.
Bryson said one percent of the dancing static
is left-over from the big bang.
That's useful information,
maybe aliens or gods are trying to make
contact
but we're too busy watching
the other three hundred stations,
filling our heads with escapism
while life is lost on the living ninety-nine
per cent and the one percent takes it all.

However, even stars die and leave black
holes where nothing escapes, not even
light.

Dawning

Dawning

Your shadow draws shorter devouring itself
as sweet morning light wanes into noon,
that time of day when all seeming
loses it's resplendent illusions
and the fairy magic of twilight
is swept under the vast carpet of day.
Echoes of your fading smiles
and midnight eyes burning into memory
are lost in the horizon of introspection.

Into the Beyond and Hope to be Back

If they ask about me, tell them these
That I have taken to the seas upon the east
To journey west into the blank beyond
Where Hades kind go on their voyage

What is there to find?
Coldness and void
Weary feet upon meaningless walks
Ears but foes to the windless talks
Eyes entranced in a battle against the veils

HOME MOVIES-- edited

HOME MOVIES

Home movies black and white
faded celluloid 1940s
16 millimeter dry and brittle
flickering through time
a blinding light
and we splice a life
back together
again...
empty reflections
of yesterdays
flickering through time

The Light

the light of the full moon shines
as white diamond hind tall trees
hanging high above dark skies
spraying streamed light through my sliding glass door

since i killed you

you fall into my day
happier then happy

brushing my teeth
was a bore
but now its worse with
you
now a chore

the world crumbles
and groans and
you whisper now
like a flicker of light
like rain upon my
wrists

like sweat crawling
to one eye and stinging

boreal forests cant
hold you
nor the wolves ignore
you

You slip then slide
like a draft upon my
spine

you were never so
sublime

and I know when
the madness will
take me

Pronounced with an F..

Pronounced with an F

Brylcreem and brittle bone
sticky out ears, on the car phone,
That which is thought of
in time spent alone.
Petrified minutes of waiting,
ashen faces, like stone.

Looking for comfort,
receive a collective groan.
Hearing the order to face
the unknown.

Giving your all till
your cover’s blown,
finally you find all
minutes are gone.

Cleaning your life in puddled
water, sometimes happily,
just the perfect time
to atone.

Bitch of a Night

Finally back from where she disappears
during wee hours of each night;
she did return
but, has to learn
she doesn't treat me, right.

Cloaked in night's midnight shadows,
night's beauty rare calls to me;
she may be here
but, that is my fear!
She may never let me be.

Adding up just how I feel for her
this goddess of twilight time;
her actions do tell
of my personal hell,
what she's doing to me is a crime!

RUNNING TALLY

It's hard to be someone who cares
best to have a heart of stone
for those who love hurt too deeply
each time they're left behind alone

There've been too many gone before
and each one took a part of me
some times I feel I'm just a shell
of the whole person I used to be

'Till now I look around and see
dwindling numbers of the ones I love
how many more must I out live
and be left mourning like a dove?

idolotary....first part

idolotary
…….she walked away

chained in the cobwebs
of the surgeons chair,
she spoke softly in my ear…
I heard her say

‘’you can’t leave me this way’’.

from beyond eternities,
I had to return
there was just no option
but her concern
she loved me more
and
God needed me less
I was left with no alternative,
I had to do an about turn..

we resumed another honey moon,
at an age others would smirk
but unmindful of the world
we walked the garden path
as before

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