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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

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/myself-horizon-and-sun

I:
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.

II:
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.

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/ramps

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.....

Neopoem Of The Week Winner!

This week the Neopoem Group has selected Flashes by Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu. Congratulations to Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu. To read and comment on this week's selection please visit:
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/flashes-0

Flashes
in midst of vicissitudes
you say
let bygones be bygones

how can this be
when one bygone has eloped
bagging along
his inadequacies
beyond boarders unknown
and the other lounged into a hole?

Neopoet Random Challenge Contest # 15

Neopoet.com wants to challenge you to write poetry about this month's random topic that is provided below.

Objectives: If you so accept this challenge, all you have to do is choose one or more of the following topics and write one or more poems based on your choice or choices. Please make sure your poem or poems are between 12 to 32 lines. Certificates will be given to those that use the topic as their title.

Topics
1) My Mother
2) I was Lost
3) Rollercoaster ride
4) It's hard to breathe

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/neopoet-challenge-contest-15?fbclid=IwAR...

The stream (all workshops)

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No Good Buddy

Nine times of ten,
We lay down our cards before the kings
Our cardiovascular stops when their so called
Sleuths strangle our necks like a stray;
In the sleet we bath,
In the sun we dry up our bones,
And sniff their snouts
After drinking the brim of sherry;
They smear a smattering in their mouths
Over our faces,
It pains and hurts our eyeballs
For all their attitudes, we smitten with them
They grin with their smelly mouths
And give a smugly smiles
By that time, we know
Our advocate is a shyster;

DISSIPATED [edited]

Dawn arose after he’d been up
the blanket over the sun was appreciated
for as long as it took
to burn up into the tasks at hand

daybreak signaled with relentless illumination
awakening, not to a usual morning,
however with a sense of in the present,
there was something missing.

A song was in his ears,
and that was not what was missing.
His heart felt full, happy, now used to separation
so that was not what was missing either.

The Dance (by: eddy styx)

The Dance (by: eddy styx)

a stunning woman,
nature's work of art.
hazel eyes that flashed,
beneath a brunette part.

dark hair in glossy fashion
nature had not skimped.
her vanity was obvious
as she preened and primped.

the mirror, her bosom friend
this room had one on every wall.
a tiny woman, delicate and petite
for her charms, most men would fall.

noticing her lovely appearance
from across the well lit room,
crossing the floor, I bowed before her,
she not feeling her coming doom.

My Mother Settled For Whiskey Sour

That's right little ole lady
it's here once again
your birthday is back
so let your aches
settle in

What to get you
something old or new
you kissed my cheek
and said
"your love will do"

To get a gift
it's not just for you
when the one watching
you open it
gets excited too

POETIC PASSION

I have been jobless
for over three decades
no not really
I have gained experience
over these past decades
composing and reading poetry

I feel poetry is more passion
than bare emotion
many can share views
across the globe
in virtually mini seconds only
all will grasp
what you say

if you have some sense to convey
I find more nonsense on display
''I AM A POET ''
THEY ALL WANT TO SAY

Rain

Rain, I heard that you moved
From the earth to the sky
Tell me how you moved
Without crawling or walking
Are you a magician of the ancient?
Even you walked one million miles
You must have got tired by now;

Neopoet Challenge Contest #15 My Mother

Tall, fair, beautiful,
Wise and thoughtful too
All qualities she's endowed with
Always gives me peace

Oh! mother dear
How much I love you so
For you stuck with my twin and I
Through thick and thin

Like a mother hen
We're safe in your care
Busy or free
You are there for me

Your eyes like that of a gem
Your lips bring forth
Words of advice
As I scale through life

After years of practice
Your hands stir up dishes
Dutifully around the kitchen
That taste so amazing

The Garden

THE GARDEN Lavender enthroned, beneath blue skies, The breath of the Lord Praises Mary

Rumours

Rumours

Leaves have palms

Our tree-trunk souls bend in the wind to dance not yield,
And their leaves have palms,
and they clap vigorously at funerals of fallen trees.
Their leaves cup rainstorms a single drop per serving.
When time is unkind, our roots a a dishevelled mess
And the leaves fall with no funerals.

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