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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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Seasons in a Whisper

You are the spring of life
and I

the autumn
spread like wild leaves
across the meadows

and

distant horizon…

as you’re the rising sun
to smear a few rays perhaps
at a leaf maybe just one…

thanks for passing by
you make an autumn leaf
in me
fly sky high!

David "Red" Wiget

He was the good son
and brother, as well;

with a hunger for living
he couldn't quite quell;

his life was his family
'til he sent them, away;

my friend Red, cannot come out to play.

~

Quite tortured in life
Red still wore a smile,

inspiring awe
but, that was Red's style;

a sponsor, a mentor,
a student of the day;

Red's hope began slipping away.

~

What I remember of Red is,
he'd never condone,

DISPOSABLE BRAINS

If I could give something of mine away
I would not hesitate to take
My brain out…wrap it up in soft gauze
Pack it up in an old brown box
And in red ink…in block letters…
Scribble ‘FRAGILE’ on all six faces

If I could ask a favour from the most high
I’d say this prayer with a sigh;
‘O Lord, as a gift I need your mercy
I need you to take away my memory
Take the anger…take the bitterness
They leave me tired...they leave me stressed

Tonight it's just gray thoughts

WHEN ALL YOUR WALLS COME TUMBLING DOWN

WHEN ALL YOUR WALLS COME TUMBLING DWN

Who gave me a heart
that breaks so easily
and a soul
by the only name I know
that bleeds too deeply
in a body now frail
and old.

Who gave me eyes
that see too clearly
and a mind
blind to its own deceptions

And what does it take
to keep a heart from dying
when all your walls
come tumbling down.

SLIT

vestige vernacular
theres an itch smouldering
like a tricky ditch number
etched on the sketch
the nicotine sucked
fingers

growl "Lifes a bitch"

your a packet rack
stitched in jacked up
couture

leg slink climb from
heels to help get you
through the weathers
tell me your name
"You can call me Heather"

Boot Heel King walks on
with the flame of neon
flickering in slits

Dragon

Talons dripping fresh blood from the kill
Flesh left torn and ragged
words have talons , claws that, rend and tear
at gentle souls
Never to be forgiven
Never to be forgotten

Fire breathing dragon that you are
,burning all that defy you
Your day is coming
with vengeance overflowing

No more the the soft,female lass
Trading delicate outer shell
for a cover of iron and steel

Brandishing a sword
blood in the eyes
and an anger unleashed
upon the dragon

From Hell (eddy styx) {rhyming} Re-worked (again)

From Hell

From Hell 'twas told
the beast he came
with gaping jaw
and eye of flame

to virgins drawn
his hunger whet
on virtue fed
his course was set

a whore or two
for tastings' sake
a course before
his thirst to slake

in alleys dark
sharp blade was thrust
dank blood on shiv
as stark as rust

in passion heightened
hid by night
wide flung windows
his delight

untouched woman
in repose
deep in sleep
a blushing rose

Where are you father?

Where are you father?
Why have you left, us?
Your sons,
your daughters
Abandoned
Left to rot
Left for dead in this filthy world
Left to sleep with the rats and maggots
To live in this shit
To dream of a light that will never come
No. brighter day
No. better tomorrow.
To be fed to the rapists and murders
The alcoholics the drug pushers
The diseased scum that walk the earth
The child molesters,
Fake prophets and war mongers.
Where are you God?
Where were you through the genocides

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me
around the edge of time
the edge of time
when I am called

hold my hands in yours.
press them to show your love
come to my arms
just for a while,
as time slips by
below my feet
in a puff of smoke

I’m about to go
over the cliff
hold me tight
just once more,

for then who knows for sure
whether I shall be anymore
your love is all I sought
these years gone by
how time did fly
none can say

Cat-like on the prowl

Her assignment was easy,
almost drooling with the thought of
the delectable Simon.
In London, the train stations
record human senses, one just
has to be on the prowl, cat-like
on her jaguar paws.

He nearly missed the train this morning,
and everything changed for a few minutes,
Can you imagine the silence of suspended
animation? With a little help, he did catch
the 8 a.m. just
as he does every week day.
She would sit
next to him, soaking in his aura. Inhaling
him in her love.

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