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Neopoet Weekly 06/16/24 to 06/22/24 Winner!

This week’s winner is Kristen H with the following poem

 

To Unlove You

Submitted by Kristen H.

I'm learning how
To unlove you

It hurts worse than loving you,
Knowing you don't love me back.

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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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Pieces Of Pisces

Pieces of Pisces

Wiser now..
I watch the surface
while
all the melted laughter
fades
from your voice
anxiety
fills the muted shadows
draws
the chilling deep
from
the light
of
your love
grown sleepy and heavy
in the twilight of your interest

the daylight that kills us with passing

Let me see.
If I sit down in front of my laptop,
with my fingers on the keyboard,
will I begin to write with the urgency
of my lips?
Will they speak of my love
for you in the braille of my fingertips,
outlining the image of you forever
transmigrated in my heart?
Will I go a thousand kisses deep
with Cohen and feed you orange blossoms
of our redemption?

My love, do you remember the shards we put together,
one by one, lacerating our tongues? The
exquisite torture of becoming lovers, again.

DID YOU HEAR THE CUCKOO

Oh I heard the cuckoo,
did you hear the cuckoo,
just now,
listen,
the silence stuns

and then far out
in the long low valley
again and
again...
cuckoo, cuckoo,
how we love that sound,

and yet she is searching
for some poor little reed warbler,
to lay her eggs beside hers,

even then,
there,
did you hear it again...
cuckoo, cuckoo
magical

as the wind stretches
and compacts the sound
seived through the spring trees
with their rustling leaves

A DYING WORM

A dying worm once said
I have no bone and spine
But not without courage
Some soldier ants stood stiff

What is my wrong doing?
O! Mother Nature, mine
That I can’t even fight
In the face of danger

If you must kill me now
I’m not afraid to die
But first take me someplace
Where there is plenty sand

Before you start to bite
Deep down into my skin
And carry my body
To feed your lazy queen

He calls this his dance with the big C
I feel so selfish if tears reach my eyes
he’s far too precious to me
Unwilling to court any sense of demise

It's just - he makes the world stop & centre
Inspires me to dwell in a paradise
He makes me live in the moment
Waking my ears & my eyes

I enter his holy garden
Where the fruits of his labour are bright, tall & flavour filled
& hope he might gift me his pardon
If I cause a commotion when the space is so stilled

Life At Dawn

It’s a brand new dawn
hear the birds sweetly singing.
See them flying, perching grooming, canoodling
Darting here and there all in a happy play.

The rays of sunlight
Those radiant beams a glowing.
Uninvited guests they are but welcoming
For at every visit are burdens to slay.

The dew on the rose buds
slowly melting in the morning sun dripping.
Down to the ground undoubtedly, cooling, irrigating
I’ve never seen life so happy and gay.

WILLIAM'S SIN

William must have done great wrong
and in many generations past
for it to be recalled so long
I guess that he is now typecast

For now even in these days
(or maybe I should say these nights)
underneath the spring moon's gaze
aggrieved offspring still state their rights

What did he do to some bird then
that in the night when all is still
offspring demand redress of sin
by asking that we Whip Poor Will?

MY FATHER'S HOUSE

MY FATHER’S HOUSE

My father’s house is built
of mortar and stone
and stands a thousand years
or more
strong among all others
alone.

My father’s house is my name
and my name is the world
I carry in my seed

My father’s house is honor
dignity and pride.

I am my father’s house
standing strong
alone
against the shame
you bring to your own

willow tree

i fell,
i fell ever so gracefully
into a forbidden part of your garden
into a tunnel of roots and earth
and i fell like a dancer prancing in space
attired in a light patterned cotton and lace
elegance of a late twenties flair
with a garland of pretty flowers in my hair

Reassurances for an Ex-Arachnophobic

Just
when I felt
claustrophobic..
a spiders skin,
shed.

When
I had forgotten
how to shine..
a web, wet
in the streetlight.

When
I thought
I couldn't get up,
that the rain
might never stop..
Incy Wincy.

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