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April 2024 Contest Winners

Submitted by neopoet contests on Tue, 2024-04-30 20:38

Congratulations to our April 2024 contest winners!

Spring Fling  was won by Carrie with the poem Spring Fling

04/24 I Was An April Fool was won by Geezer with the poem Fooled Again...

04/24 Waiting In Line was won by  Mary Beth Magee  with the poem The Last Time

04/24 Are We There Yet?  Was won by Rula with the poem We're Almost There For It

04/24 My Favorite Cookie was won by Leslie with the poem After school treat!

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Contest Vote

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Mon, 2024-04-29 23:58

Vote for this month’s image prompt contest winner

Voting ends May 6th 2024.

Vote at the end of this newsletter.

 

Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/21/24 to 04/27/24 Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-27 23:40

This week the Neopoem is

 

 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on his first contest win as a neopoet member.

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The Sabbath (Jewel & Main) Spoken Word w/ Strings Sinatra's Good Life

Submitted by Lepadah on Tue, 2012-05-15 14:19

The sun burn down into the resting arms of night
lights off; are now on
settling scene Scorsese, De Niro joint
eye of storm is over
restless youth appear from nowhere
baby vampires snipping dead eyes

save aged stories
to be told, written scripts a new Capote
how wise to let the vines ripen
as the Sabbath evening unfurl its wings

A Part of You

Submitted by AnnaNJ on Tue, 2012-05-15 12:31

Your hands amaze me.
Strong yet tender
as the lightest touch from them
sends goosebumps trailing across my arms.
So soft and smooth
as you run your thumb across my cheek
-almost as an afterthought
before you turn away
and leave me standing here.
Breathless.

GRAY DAY THOUGHTS (feedback shop) edit

Submitted by scribbler on Tue, 2012-05-15 12:19

On an afternoon of rain and wind
thoughts go where they shouldn't stray
and wander forward to the end.
Who shall leave and who shall stay?

I don't think I could bear to see
my life's love lying cold and still.
So selfish as the wish might be
let me be first to top that hill.

But, should I be the one bereft
wait just beyond the crest for me.
I know my heart will soon be cleft
and I'll catch up to you shortly.

Affirmed (feedback workshop)

Submitted by Candlewitch on Tue, 2012-05-15 11:57

Affirmed

the now departed
turned into then
yesterday ticks into
a distant when

once so fresh
now obsolete
ideas of mine
I shan't delete

I thought them through
as I have stated
I refuse to see them
with death now slated

for by whose rule
was it debated
that good ideas
devolve to dated

A Way To Say It (constructive feedback workshop)

Submitted by judyanne on Tue, 2012-05-15 08:51

I tried to write a sonnet, like The Bard,
to apt describe my feelings for you, love,
but it's not easy - rather, it is hard -
the words seem trite when push comes down to shove.

Comparison to bright-lit summer day,
too hot for gold complexion to adore;
rough winds, thus startling darling buds of May -
one finds that it has all been said before.

Lady of the Lake, Lady of my Dream,

Submitted by believe on Tue, 2012-05-15 04:05

The moon paints the water
with silver thread,
And midnight is gone ,
gone and put to bed

All memories of the day are foggy,
So far far away,
I wonder, if they ever
were at all.

A mist is falling
from the silver moon,
it gathers ghostly at my feet,
and the Dream that haunts my revelry
runs on this sweet sweet scene.

Why do you come to me,
My lady ,
No creature on earth could keep
Such a vision in the real world,

Happy Hour

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2012-05-15 02:07

I received a vintage bottle
of wine, from a time gone past;
each time it tastes much sweeter
erasing "quick"! The drop 'twas last.

~

At the present, I'm indulging
my parched throat to a stout, ale "gift";
'twas from my hairdresser/mechanic,
guess she thought I needed a lift.

~

As I "age" my own proclivity
has me leaning away from beer,
and wine's too tempermental
causing a melancholy tear.

~

D R U C H N I A K

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2012-05-15 00:40

porter watchs the glass
a night of seamless visage
interrupted by the clatter
of carriage trucks hammering
across the bolted joints

My pretti charge
you rest upon the pulled down
bed while the world slips past
behind the blinds

the coach rolling through a world
pursuing a dream
and against my chest in handcraft
leather by a babushka of talent
is the mouth of the wolf
sleeping with hand tooled grips
dazzle pearl that I let you
examine the chambers open

I missed it

Submitted by t. reflexion on Tue, 2012-05-15 00:39

I missed the point by being naïve
That was long ago in time past
When I resolved to be honest
Straight and trusty in my dealings
This great step passed commendation
But lacked the tact in rough weather
When wolfs from dark shadows
Stalked unsuspected passers by
I became the easy game hunt
A victim’s mentality sown
In the head of a full blown man
You broke the law of the council
By hauling eggs in one basket
Trusting too much in what you hear
Or doing what you considered right

All the Love Locked in Your Heart

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2012-05-14 11:20

The bosom of God heaved
with breath
and like Adam I was cast out
searching for the proverbial Eve;
from the bones of my ancestors
I succumbed,
and the Garden grew in my absence.

I was unwary of evil,
knew nothing of temptation,
all my geese were tamed and blind;
they left no shadows in the sky.

We are here, absorbing the sun
while denying the moon
and her light
let it be,
just let it be.

Return for the first time,
there is love locked in your heart.

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