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Neopoem Of The Week Contest Announcement!

A new neopoem of the week contest has started. Show us your best poem of the week!

Neopoem Of The Week Winner!

The poem This Person Will Self-Destruct In... by Geezer has been chosen as the Neopoem of the week! Congratulations to geezer on such a fine write! A thank you to the Neopoem group for making their selection.

This Person Will Self-Destruct In...

How far can you let them take you
down the road of self-destruction?
While you try to build them up
help them in reconstruction

Do you let them take the food
from your family's mouth
steal your rent, your sleep
while they are going south?

This week the Neopoem Group has selected Myself, The Horizon, And The Sun by Kajiko as Neopoem Of The Week. Congratulations to Kajiko on winning this week's contest!

Thank you to the group for their efforts in selecting the weekly poem

Myself, The Horizon, And The Sun

The sun simply slid past me, threw me a wink which actually was never given, I paused and saw only the horizon, I saw its essence, evident display of affective signatures so typical to non-verbal utterances of what we dreamt of being: US, I and Her, She and I, for whichever way it was stated, it was still US.

Now I know, and I'm sure of what Pain is, because there never was a good bye, well at least not verbally, but good byes were "said." But then, surprisingly, I never stood a chance to make and present my plea, no jury, no court, safe the clouds of uncertainties and blankets of woes concurrently beating me to sleep at every point in time.

Neopoem Of The Week Contest Winner!

This week the Neopoem Group has selected the poem Off Ramps by Scribbler. Congratulations to Scribbler on such a fine write. Thanks to the group for selecting this week's winner.

Off Ramps

It's been so long I can't recall
anything but this highway
which I've shared with one and all
as time and life both slip away.

Just another traveler amongst the crowd.
kinfolk, friends and strangers too.
Rushing, passing, boisterous, loud
all in a hurry to get to.....

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Maid Of "The Many Rivers" (by: eddy styx)

Maid Of "The Many Rivers" (by: eddy styx)

MY MOTHER ( Challenge Contest#15

My dear lovely mother,
in my heart and soul
I hold you in high esteem
for your unflinching determination
to raise me up
now is my turn to reward you handsomely

when the bright cloud disappeared with pain
your doggedness as a widow
has never dwindled yet
your unwavering spirit
remained resolute and
you kept moving with faith

I like love I don't like it's pain

I like a brand new notebook and a sharp pencil and how it flows across the pages.
I don't like how I can't find a single word to explain how I feel
I like misty mornings with warm coffee and how the first sip hits the back of my throat.
I don't like how your mug is still on its hanger, dusty and empty like My heart.
I like the sound of rain and its earthy smell,how each drop finds its own path down the window pane


I like a person with a nice smile.
I hate people who are hostile.

I like it when people tell the truth.
I hate it when people are uncouth.

I like people who look out for the underdog.
I hate people with rehearsed dialogue.

I like all the beautiful ladies.
I hate the God Hades.

I like the word from the wise,
I hate dirty little lies.

I like all walks of life.
I hate my ex-wife.

I like all animals.
I hate all scandals.



Yesterday rolled slowly,
Like the tired legs of a pregnant mother,
Pushing on, just enough to hold survival
It's strength to go on, languishing persevere
Forté clings-clutches willing's mind
To see tomorrow's bogus in view,
Brings peaceful assurance
Then with a sigh from beneath,
'All will be fine'... urging on consciousness
Steps out to birth future's great.


I am fearless
Destined for greatness
Shining like the stars above
Accompanied by a dove

I am a beauty
With a kind heart and a duty
To teach the world and tell my stories
To brighten up faces
From a mile
With a smile

He is my handsome man
My number one fan
Who followed me
With a purpose to see
What a wonderful world it'd be
With laughter, joy and amazing beats

We are a family
One-stop-junction for comedy
In the midst of quarrels and fights
We make our worries light

The Waking Bird

Good morning, the waking bird
How was your night?
It has become every day
You knock my window plane;
I’m sorry for bothering you to keep me sane

You come and go with a note of waking
When am still snoring
The rising sun attests to your courage
Showing you in my cracked window plane
I gently croon ‘Two Little Black Birds’

I hear the flap of your feathers
When I chorus the poem
Come and take the helm

You Again!

You Again!

the enemy sits in wait
it hides from detection.
old as rocks and water,
it plots...
but it is sloppy
in its disguise.
for a nano second
I see a flash
a flicker
a flare...
of its throat
the sparkly vision comes
and shards of glass
my poor
defenseless eyes
then comes
the black holes
hanging in the air.
voices strike blows
can't take
much more
than a

Mamas Waiting Hopefully

HE Wonders
HOW I AM Holding
TO This Earth
Since Long
SO Long

HOW Much More
HE CAN'T Guess
BUT Does Profess
Some DAY
IF NOT Today
I Shall
AS I Must
GO Away

Some DAY

HE CAN'T Play Magic



The vibes of Nile's night
the twerking of twilight
the pleas of pleasure
the cold caresses of the wind
the mounting smile of the moon
bedazzle me, tonight

Take me to the journey of pleasure
let me be the horse of your ride
the soft mattress of your comfort
the warmth hands of your massage
bewitch me, tonight


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