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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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Thank you for your participation!

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

Let us congratulate Terumi Sakurai on their first win as a neopoet member.

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ZOMBIE

ZOMBIE

my soul has no care
of its nature
my heart beats
to its loneliness
and I am a flame
fading into dark

G E L L O

ginger out the glass
and fill the kettle with its craft
steam and mix
science class

let cool chill
taste bud thrill!

Never Sure

Still …I am not sure
If I like to be mature.

I am not sure I’ve stopped loving to play
with teddy bears, dolls and the clay.

I still like to drink NIDO- needed for growing
and wear those lovely laced white stockings.

I can’t quit thinking I still need my mom’s love
though I've become a proud mom- myself.

And what should I do with my girlish dream?
That daily flow like pure wild stream?

About a courageous knight on a white horse,
that would once come to propose .

Statuesque

Like porcelain, time
can sliver and shatter,
Lightened spirits,
mind over matter.

Solid once,
in it's true state.
Through molten lava,
before hell's gate.

Slicing, shredding,
causing to bleed.
The wanton collection,
the needless need.

Worn and tattered,
from natures blight.
Tired and restless,
from sleepless night.

Striving for slumber,
weaving a dream.
Finding peace,
from a whispering stream.

Shakespeare's Caesar

In days of old we had our David
Who wrote in psalm his time at war
He found a way to voice his heart
And verse away the blood and gore.

Since that time our poets changed,
And chose to take a simpler guise
The bard told stories in the tavern
And flowered war in people’s eyes.

The soldier distanced from the verse,
His heart at war and mind asleep
Prose was left to rot away,
No rhyme could voice a pain this deep.

Call It What You Will (Page 2)

old monk
spouts ancient wisdom
a burst of laughter

...

sunny afternoons
tall and thin
lovely shadow

...

falling to pieces
stone to gravel
pet rock bites the dust

...

dandelion puffs
gracefully riding the wind
knowing not of weeds

...

august moon sparkles
sleepy mind in half-dream
butterflies sip tea

...

snowflakes in sunshine
swift comes the end
the shape of water

...

DECAY

sure and soft the mists of Atlantic
weave bolts of light

in these rains that fall
beyond the lanterns cast
the radiation grows
and grows
the silken fingers
strong and sure

we grow sick and weak
our time demure

the cities dark and blackened
broke
the fires from the bombers spoke

we sing songs around the
lights we keep
and watch for wolves
that hunger feast
and dreams
before the end time
deep

HIGHWAY MEN

On my way to work today
wild flowers white and butter yellow
adorned both sides of the highway
on long stems set by wind to sway
all shades watercolor mellow.

Spring grass just coming to its head
still lush and almost emerald green
giving sharp contrast to blossoms' bed
where bees and butterflies were seen
in this season of the in between.

STICK: updated

THE STICK

I saw a stick strong and bold
fall to this world
from a midnight sky.
it pierced the earth
with a sigh
and cast shadows twisted and worn
in the light of a pale moon.

I touched it to see
If this were the miracle
to set me free.

Suddenly
t became a livng thing
wrapped itself around
me like a string.

Now I cast shadows
twisted and worn
in the light of sun
and dark of moon

certainty in a dinghy

We all live in the midst of uncertainty
and all we can ever and always say is
that change is the heartbeat of each moment,
what will be another moment’s gift
none know it

the good moment turns into a bad volley
absurd at times
become incidents incredible
and
good sours fear of the unknown
on ones countenance does show
as if it was some uncertain hour,
as life flows like a river of no return…

good and bad both can upturn
into passages of time unknown…

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