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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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Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

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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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The Earth… a movie

The earth… yes, just this earth
It is the title of one creepy movie
That we all of these parts
And outside these parts watch
Even if we blind our eyes
It still plays on our blindness screen

Below is an intriguing prologue
And profile of its actors
Best call them cemetery angels
Or the Death Dealers

Sexily Rabbitic

Rabbits only sexualize,
they homoise
and
are downright stupid,
in intelligence naught
and
forever in sexual acts get caught.

The sex in rabbits
surpasses all
and
intelligence,
you as a woman
too have after all.

Look around the world,
UK and India and indirectly America
are ruled by women

Sexual rape and body massage
are simple acts on their part
as men are born
with an external sword,
women hold the umbilical cord

FORSAKEN

FORSAKEN

Nothing is forever
for anyone.
the days pass us quickly by
as moments die
into old photographs.
Lovers love until
they love no more.
friendships fade into yesterdays
and the dreams we dream
are by God and Man forsaken.

Control

You play these games, baby honestly?
It's such a shame, you think you control me.
Control my life, and everything around,
I've got my feet on solid ground.
And you cant stand the sound.
That my heart doesn't pound for you anymore

stress

she pleads for rest
as a wave of emotion crashes over her.
she drowns in it. struggling to escape she creates...................................scars

with depth too great to measure.
deeper than flesh. than bones. than the very soul itself.
she is too burried in lies that she ..................................................................can't

find any truth. cuts hurt
but not nearly as much as the harsh
discovery of the world she lives in. she tries to.........................................erase

Carnal Haven (adult content)

Carnal Haven
(Adult)
the climax of my youth
was spent in his arms
where he stirred my inner muse
with slow hands and hungry thigh
he conquered my inhibitions
transforming me into
the keeper of my own soul
together we pushed the boundaries
of the erotic envelope
while prodding fingers of velvet softness
pressed against darkened star strewn skies
the voyeur in me came alive
sprouting wings of passion
from the sating juices of honeyed release
while the late evening breeze

Reminiscing… May 21, 2011 Doomsday

As the days now dawn
Without a rising bliss
Life is but a meaningless walk
Upon a dusty road
Of man’s own madness
In search of mysticism
To belittle the Creator

Surely, the prophets do die
But their prophesies do not lie
They come to pass at last
The earth quivers beneath
The sun consoles with a burning shade

For hell’s mouth is ready
Its hour looms in at last
Some Christens seek their God now
With due supplications
Others drink booze and more booze

The Ana (Creation Story) part two

Bedar

Of Nothing now the Light shines thrice,
and Nothing lay in void and cold.
Creation formed of formless ice
in trinity shall chance unfold
and satisfy thru their transcendent toil. 5

Now as Samwiel, Mic~lor was free
and gifted soul as like apart.
Thus as Joss willed, the sundered three,
would seek alone what moved each heart
and make anew or as ‘twill be, despoil. 10

myth of myself

my soul lost its memory
in blood a voice without ears
kneaded in the bread of Al Badar
plowed into the graves of 10,000 chickens
it is nothing to not exist
it is not Palestine
fathers have no hands here
mothers no eyes to hold tears
the mask covers the faces
in this nigger nobody dream
bound without hands to the earth
spilled out like a toxic red crayon
the liquid spills of incendiary skin
perhaps bits of cloth, a finger
is left to point the way to the holy city

IN A QUIET PLACE

IN A QUIET PLACE

I took the words that tell
my thoughts and fears
locked them with a key
in a quiet place
where no one
will see them
again.

I’ve opened up my heart
bore my soul
to set my spirit free
from the demons
that are hunting me
down.

but the world can be
a cruel and unforgiving
place for some…
for most.

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