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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

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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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SAY, "CHEESE" --updated

SAY, “CHEESE”

“I’ll see you when I see you”
I said.
By that time
I will probably be dead.

How nonchalant and cool
of me.

I wish you well”
“Go to hell”
Is what I meant
But A thorough thoroughbred
am I.
And so I hung up the phone
faked a voiced indifference
And began to die
again

Say, “cheese and smile”

The Candle

A candle glitters there in memory's distance
It keeps aflame to ever hold the story
of previous high-spirited existence
when every season's hour was filled with glory

At times I think I almost taste the essence
past emanating from that taper's fire
and from the burning wafts forgotten fragrance
(but still familiar to blithe heart's desire)

Unfound

I'm looking for what?

A search that has taken a lifetime
Seemingly to be never satisfied
With what was found

The wanting of that special human contact
Which I thought I found, but did not
It was only the perception of my own mind

Projections of my wants
On another human life, without regards
Of what they needed.

Which leads to the human relationship crash
Created by the unawareness
Of what truly matters.

Me!

SOLDIER'S REST

A careful grid of purest white
laid out upon a field of green
white rows trailing out of sight
all the lines are crisp and clean

Above, the clouds pass as they do
meadow larks sing out their song
before they flush toward skies of blue
a mild commotion that seems wrong

For on this consecrated ground
brave men who have earned their rest
lie undisturbed by any sound
men who died doing their best

THE INDIAN WAY

INDIAN WAY
Ann 4th April 2012.

Trees diagonally lit, a ladder up
The Indian Way, leading to the stone,
an altar for the squirrel's meal
spread out with pine cone bracts,
the wind whispers vespers in the breeze

a leaf from autumns dress floats down,
delivers silent prayer, the roots play music
with their sinewy fingers clasping
velvet cushions, moss,
offering their ever changing shades

Cover page

I wrap the page around me
And huddle in the wind
Will the ink seep into my dreams?
I take the words I folded
And press them to my skin
Everything is quiet but the fading image screams

I wrap the page around me
And stand out on the brink
The sentence loosens and flows red - a bleeding cape
I take the words I folded
Held up to the rain, I drink
He held his hand over the words and forced them - a thoughtless rape

Many summers past

Many summers past, we were standing,
for each other’s dates anxiously waiting.
it was then our eyes did glance,
and their arrival we forgot, perchance.

it was then your eyes transfixed mine,
yes it was within our domain, we felt fine,
we stared and glanced and blushed,
at each other’s arms, naturally we rushed.

t was at the spur of moment god granted,
it was our union for ever which was supplanted.
That moment we still remember even now,
it’s good our meeting was fortunate somehow.

The Place

Love has carved a place for you,
Deep into my heart,
And it shines, and it glows,
Like a valley full of stars,
Time has claimed a space for you,
Burning in my chest,
And it warms me like an ember,
I find comfort and rest,
My eyes are heavily laden,
With dreams yet to be,
Sleep wakes me from my wanting,
A gentle rocking like the sea,
Filling the chambers of my being,
With emotions so strong and true,
Fueling the fire of the space,
In the place,
Love carved out for you.

The Garden of Love

The Garden of Love

He fortook a ounce of belly flutter
Warm glances caught him by surprise
His cold can of frozen beer melted
As sunshine in her eyes made contact wih his.

Paper Airplanes

My imperfections are fuel to my passion
That live outside of your city limits
Oh, pray for my blasphemy

I do not hide who I am in my bedroom
I leave it exposed for the world to see
With your diagnosis I make many paper airplanes
That I throw back at you

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