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Summer Image Prompt Challenge Winner!

The winning poem of the Summer Image Prompt Challenge is

 

 

Abandoned

Submitted 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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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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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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May 2024 Contest Wins!

Congratulations to our May 2024 contest Winners. 

 

05/24 Romance was won by Hon with the poem Romance

05/24 New Member Contest  was won by EmanuelSfatcu with the poem Shine

05/24 Ode To A Service Hero was won by Mr joghe  with the poem  A Tribute To The Hero

05/24 My First Car was won by Geezer  with the poem '59 Plymouth...

05/24 My Favorite Childhood Toy was won by Alex Tanner with the poem Granny Overthere.

05/24 Locked In Basement was won by RoseBlack  with the poem Locked In A Basement

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The Intake of Oxygen and All Its Complexities

What was my problem with the world again?
Oh yes, it hates me
Mostly on Saturdays and alternating Fridays
Once a month on Thursday
And at least twice a week fifth period.

Lately the universe hasn’t been so bad
(Hey, it hasn’t been amazing either)
But I’ve had my moments.
Some I could’ve gone without,
But they were kinda nice while they lasted.

The woodbine decorates its host in yellow
but gay blossoms cover its true intent
as it attempts to choke the little tree
or at the least leave it twisted and bent

Young tree accomodates its tormenter
by bulging bark between the ropy vine
which tightens as the growing tree gains girth
it's mere luck this tree's not a soft barked pine

This alder I spotted beside a road
on verge of death as its starved leaves browned
I cut and freed it from its stranging foe
a helical staff I now tote around

No Hope...

The emptiness of space
crowded up against his face
It moved inside his suit

Surreal, the blackened envelope
enfolds him, gives no hope
It wriggles in his boot

Now he dreams of home and kin
Things he'll never see again
To Death, these thoughts are moot

There is just one, last labored breath
It echos in the ears of Death
He hears " I love you, " Awww, that's cute

THE DEVIL MAN

THE DEVIL MAN

She gave her soul
to the old Devil man.
She was only twenty
And when she called
him honey
He gave her plenty.

She gave out
He gave in
It’s all about money
The world turns that way
Now ain’t it so’
Honey ?

three thumbs on two hands

There are nine horses in the meadow,
wildflowers and grass,
fate counts them one by one.

Empires of bees and frog dynasties disappear
as do cities of the dead. Destiny
rides them into wind and ashes.
Everything is ashes in this world and
the molten rock is filled with ceremony.

In the flat land (where flat people,
soak in skin),
three ride four horses.

Creme de la Vociferate

trinket of sugar
bleeds frozen
platelets
falling through the black

through the eye looking
back

a smoke image may
recede climbing
through the body of
doubts
this drawn leg restless
this weak ankle bested
an hour is a scream
you sigh
dripping whispers
while dust breaks
patterns in gust loved
parking echo lots

Love Reigns

Dusk still,
Sky red,
Blue shadows,
Touch flower beds,
Flickering flames,
Embers aglow,
Light up the dark,
Like the soul,

Silver clouds,
Soft and slight,
Moon bathes us,
In her light,
Stars wink,
You blush,
I smile,
Then flush,

Grass moist,
With dew,
But all I feel,
Is you,
Warm and humid,
Soft rose,
My darling’s mouth,
Beautiful to behold,

a dreamy night

a dreamy night

I remember the nights beginning
a smooth taste
strong nightcap
to take the edge off

a sip of the joy juice
bitter on the tongue
takes the pain by the throat
kept at bay until morning

there's a lot to talk about
not much remembered
abundance of hearty laughter
over everything said and done

I awake at dawn
measuring foggy thoughts
peering through cloudy scenes
from the night before

We Tell Ourselves Stories

We tell ourselves stories
Of days that we are glad
Sad
Bad
Times that are hard
When with our bear hands
We scratch through rocks of insanity
Seeking out broken answers
To illuminate our puzzled existence
As the threshold into our souls
Are shut tight by the nightmares of our yesterdays
That comes to haunt our present selves
And threaten the tranquility of our tomorrows
As we dream bitter of the meadows
And the bliss waterfalls at the countryside.

FADED TRACES

Rectangles spaced around the wall
each below a hook or nail
they're just darker spots, that's all
where paint has not yet faded pale

Easy to guess what once hung there
works of art within a frame
beauty the artists tried to share
perhaps in quest for fleeting fame

But the paintings all are gone
unfaded shapes are all that's left
on the walls they hung upon
which somehow now seem all bereft

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