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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!

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/neopoem-week-may-28-june-4th-2022

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...

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/person-will-self-destruct

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

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.....

The stream (all workshops)

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The Crossroad

He crossed the path on the lane
Made with iron and bricks like the step-ladder
At the Intersection, he crossed the Rubicon;
Pun…un! The sound came in a shock-wave,
Nearer and nearer it’s coming
With its big head like a Black Mamba
That swallowed the slaves and their lords
With their hope and dreams
From a faraway land.

He did know he couldn’t cross the path,
When it moved slowly on its cogwheel
With its heavy pregnancy
Until it died.

Sit-at-home

Empty streets, distraught zone
It's quiet and empty in all places
In fear and tears we walk alone
Forlorn looks on saddened faces

One man jailed for a whole nation
In solidarity we take our chains
And where he goes we march on
In his loss we find our gains

What's become of the blood-letting
Even the loudest of voices are silent
They loot, they destroy in profit getting
Dead bodies litter wherever they went

It's hard to breathe

It's hard for me to put this down
I don't want to see you frown
But I have this thing to do
Please accept my apology to you

I try to bottle-up my feelings
Just to keep them inside
I know I have to tell someone
But I can't even explain

Since I can't tell you
There's one thing I can do
To write a poem
Then maybe you'll understand them

I know I have to ask for help
Just like you told me
But I'm taking a different direction
That's to write to you

Your dog

Death was a dog,
Panting at your doorstep,
And you so kindly let him in.
You brought out wool blankets,
Filled his bowl with water,
And let him sleep on your kitchen floor.

He never barked or chewed wood,
Never once soiled the carpet.
He sat and waited patiently,
Paws crossed and tail still.
So you took a leash and collar,
And led him out the door.

Take Me To the Otherside

Take me to the other side
where my brighter future
as you all now say lies

I have reached the zenith
which height that
none can relay

I take it as
MOUNT EVEREST
many reached the top
I can now only fly over it
just send a 'copter to me

Honors of Love

I shivered at the fearsome thing,
this affliction that found you here
amongst all your beauty

I could never find the words
to offer as medals and ribbons
I wanted to give you
for wrestling and sparring
with a cruel and indifferent foe

While somehow finding the courage
to provide an embracing home
for the audacity to hope

PLEA TO SUN RISE

when shall you return and
enlighten my hope of perception?
let your rays mass around me and
shade me for your reflection will rouse
my ambition to continue moving forward.

Spare your wings of hope and
let me resonate with you.
darkness barricades the high way!
let your light of goodness find me.
when the light is astounding
hope means something to some one.

my time is fleeting,
my anticipation is to fly higher
like a flying eagle with keen vision.

On the Brink

The painful part,
the bitterest of life’s futility,
is that we each have so little time
to weave in any meaningful ways
a tapestry of rich experience,
of wisdom that will stay behind
when we are gone,
in the minds and hearts
of those we’ve loved, and made.

Trust me when I tell you
it gets worse and worse
the nearer you come to that
ultimate drop
where all of us must crash and break
like waves on rocky shores
and finally step off the ultimate edge.

Cat & eddy styx

Cat And eddy styx

I am both:
the monster who perpetrates
and the victim who bears
the heinous, brutal attack
I become strangled in my snares.

yet I am both Cat & eddy styx
as "Cat" I support charities
and as "eddy styx" I am
the creator of vulgarities.

I am David the man who violated me
giving birth to another Ripper,
and the frightened woman child
who is both a whore and a Stripper.

Myself, The Horizon, And The 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.

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