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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends May 26th 2024

Mum... You and I

By: Rula

 

Together we witnessed time ebbs and tides:

we went through ups, we went through downs,

yet luckily we got each other's sides,

you and I, you and I.

 

Together, unwillingly, we grew old,

with devestating wrinkles, and white hair.

We both raised families, yet we're still bold

You and I, you and I.

 

Together we laughed, together we cried:

I uplifted your spirits, you got my tears wiped,

we stayed together, side by side,

You and, I you and I.

 

Together we lived for worse and better,

until Alzheimer's stole you, my bank of love,

although you promised to stay forever

You and I, you and I.

 

My Gold

By Mr joghe

 

In whom I spent my old days and nights,

Who rocked me in my cradle;

And fed my pretty mouth with a spoon,

Did weep while I should weep.

How much will I pay

For the pain you’ve taken for me?

 

Who worked that jumper to keep me warm;

Treated me with diffidence and respect,

Her healthy arms always be my stay,

And always admired my prudent face that filled with laughter.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

Who tired me with apology for being tiresome,

And asked twenty questions and never waited for an answer.

My timidity struck her at the first sight;

When she taught me to expect something extraordinary.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I find such a pleasure

In obeying her commands,

That I take care to observe;

Shall soon come to bless me.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I vow, I thought so;

Never, as among queens and princesses

In her age; to be explicit,

I’ve kept very little company

In pretty smooth dialogues with her.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

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Neopoet Weekly 05/12/24 to 05/18/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 


Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

Congratulations to William Lynn for racking up another contest win!

Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

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times toll

even sleep has an element of time,
for you just awake
after a short and sweet
slumber
and
then you enter
into a no -time zone
if you don't rise again...

till then sleep
and
un-sleep
as usual,
till dreams do over take,
as you enter the timelessness zone
and
about that there is
absolutely,
no mistake.

till then sleep
and
if you desire awake
when the
spirit! is ready
it will come
and
it shall you finally
on its wings take...

FREE FALL

FREE FALL

Wingéd creatures
were we all
tumbling vertiginously
into free Fall.
Bound by sin to dust
suffering is our “must.”
Dreams of Holy Kingdom.
Sleep and fly
into oblivion.

AS ONCE WAS

A little branch just running free
through a lowland hardwood hollow
is all I ever thought to be
unaware of what would follow
all of it in nature's way

But then one day the beavers came
from a slightly larger creek downstream
since then things are not the same
my wild free days became a dream
fate took me, now, another way

For soon the beavers built a pond
my wandering days were over
but by suprise I soon grew fond
of watching the blue cranes fly over
on their way to who could say?

Dunhold's Bane (Rhyme Crimes Workshop #2)

Dunhold, strewn across the green of wooded vale and hill serene
was like a casket for a maid, with bushes lush and flowers laid.
Her tip would touch the valley's edge where rivers bent in sickle wedge,
her crown would tickle heaven's sky above the perch where eagles fly.

Workshop: 

The Manual

Hello, welcome to St Peter’s Inn
Yes, hello reservation for one
Under paul, the paradise suite

Hello Paul welcome to eternity
Let’s see if your on level four
Or the cold basement rooms

Saint Peter, I think there’s a mistake
My room is definitely on level four
Paul the book says basement

No there’s got to be some mix up
I followed the get to level four manual
This is not right saint Peter

unforgiven

Unforgiven
--
Over my face, my hat hung low
to hide the side a few would know
drinkin' in uncandle lit space
my hat hung low over my face
-
justice was lost and justice done
I owned a pound and lost a ton
no outlaw saw the lawman's cost
justice done and justice lost
-
a woman's love, the trump card held
of twenty men, eighteen were felled
I stood wounded as did Jack Cove
the trump card held, a woman's love
-
through gunsmoke and blood, my eyes saw

Seasons

O Beautiful Earth, very good morning to you
This is my first song on you

This is how I sing this song
And this is the place where I belong

I love this place, suitable to play
Which has an endless bay

You cover this, with a blanket
Where I can junket with joy

I grew wild without any source
But you nourished me with all your resources

Buds turn to green leaves in spring
And the twittering birds sing

This shows the dawn of an era
And it is also the beginning of a new year

love shines

When you look at me like that what do you see? I don't get how perfect you could love plain old me.

But you've been there for me rose and thorn. only you can fix me when my worlds been torn.

you love me now and you'll love me then. if this is what love feels like i don't want it to end.

you complete me and make me whole. you're like a a favorite song that never gets old.

your love is a whole new experience for me. every time i see you i can eel my heart beat.

and somewhere deep in side me I've always know that all that shines doesn't have to be gold.

Call It What You Will (Page 3)

cornfield billows
tossing tresses nonchalant
a silky wind

...

shiney umbellas
drip slicked-back rainbow puddles
in shades, neon

...

spare room memories
clusters of junk, love-nesting
immemorial

...

a bird extends wings
flight happens, naturally
I must try, flap flop

...

insight distilled
from vats to vial potent
pocket poems

...

frog in a pond
so what! I'd rather be in
Philadelphia

...

Cautergauze

tension
blur
rust stain

drawn wings on sticky darkness
enamel sheen

bright as razor light
on Ghetto bars

Rises churlish lips
to kiss
angels death

seeping down the halls
of the radiated room
the blue night
full of ghost hours

television tomb

a sigh in the vein
like a drowned cough
at midnight

and the cup caught
tumbling
tumbling

before the hour
dies

the long last sigh

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