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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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IT IS

IT IS

Something else and something else,
why does that sing a song
one where the words
forgotten
keep on coming along

beside me, through me
as I go
to where I do not know

who is looking,
what is looking
our consciousness
the brain its ticking time

where does awareness go
when there is nothing to be aware of
any more

we are a part
apart
yet joined to all that is
what is,
is something, nothing, nought
and yet its there

It is.

Nordic cloud.

moon racers

Its a good night he says,
Its a good night
for a race in the full moon light

Ave Maria

I will sing an Ave Maria,
if it ever comes again.

These shackles are jewel speckled,
donned from generation to the next.

We passed them on,
though they were painful,
under the eye of an aging world,
we guarded them with our lives
and what was left of our sanity.

Like sheep we are led to the slaughter
of reason,
and the judges;
book cases from Plato to Kant,
look down on us;

yet still we proudly walk on,
proud of our parent's yoke:

Dear England

Dear England
Ho’ dear England let me rest
and my worldly travel end,
My spirit lies in your silken bed
from my taunts of life to spend,
To rest away from the throbbing guns
that count the pace of life,
Safe within thy dream like-hold
as my mother’s kiss goodnight,
Embrace me like the dampened arms
of a lover's jealous hold,
and replace that dream before the dawn
my darkened nightmare stole.

.
There was movement at the Nursing Home for word had got around
that the Neolith Olympics was today
and the medals were all ready, first prize a hundred pounds,
so all the aged had gathered to the fray.
All the tired and bloated oldies, from Homes from near and far,
had gathered at the crisis muster point.
They'd come by bus, by train and plane, and some had come by car.
They'd be stopped by neither frame nor aching joint.

Creamy poet

Hello Lady Nevada
your return
sent cockles down my spine
my hairs stood on end
I rubbed my eyes
to reread your lovely one,

At twenty seven you could swim
along with the sun
but never naked…
barefooted maybe
and
here is this one awaiting for more
how your poetry satiates for sure
I wish to let you know
all readers
missed you so.
including the ones,
who are here no more
but hope to see your
Lovely free verse
my portrait,
as like a garland adore….

WHEN TOMORROW COMES

I must be brave
When tomorrow comes
For the mother of my grandmother's mother
Was in my place once
I cannot doubt...
I dare not run...
I must not cry...
When tomorrow comes

Three moons ago,
I was on the other side
I watched as
Proud blossoming buds stood in line
Their tears of joy were mingled with silent fears
"Customs do not die"
Say the ORACLES and SEERS

So...

I must not tremble when tomorrow comes

PIXEL PRECiOUS

ride in the svelte lining
sacred and saved
while the mastery of day
flows in ribbons through
streamer flag top structures
and whitecap glimmer

my soul shimmers

you smile baby is captured
alive on the lcd

while remnants if ice
fall away from our glacial
fire
and winters aurora
whips constellations
of godesses awake

Separation

Before this round of Karma's wheel began.
Emotion strove to think of new ideas
and challenges she could present to man
and woman, while we learn to face our fears.

Such as the lesson of the door of death -
to teach us separation, and the plan
is, while we're at this place where we draw breath,
our memories are clouded for the span
and we forget we are eternal beings.

NOMADS -- updated

NOMADS

When the battles are over
and no one has won
we gather our chattles
and farther we run.

But there is no peace
where conscience abides
there is no home
where treachery resides.

And so nomads we become
wandering from sun to sun
pushing tiime beyond its limits
before we are forever done

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