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2:23am by zach

 

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Early Spring Image Prompt Contest Vote

Early Spring Image Contest Vote

 

Please read the two finalist poems below and click on the vote here link to vote on your favorite poem. Voting ends March 29th 2024.

 

 

The Visitor

By: Mary Beth Magee

You visit for a moment,

Accept a breath of hospitality,

Then dash away again.

You share your company briefly.

 

But in that time, oh,

The magic you bring.

From tiny eggs to instars

To gloriously patterned wing.

 

I watched you hatch and crawl,

Grow, shed and wriggle.

You change your dress. Your

New look makes me giggle.

 

You give me joy and delight

With your aerial ballet.

My royal friend, magician,

Harlequin at play,

 

Dear monarch, share your gift

Of grand, exuberant joy

With all. Give us eyes to

See, and feelings to employ.

 

You set an example

Of living in the moment.

Let us live so our days

Are likewise spent.

 

Dash on, my friend,

Your destiny calls.

Send your children my way

When the milkweed grows tall.

 

Spring Comes

By: Candlewitch

 

Fields of springy clover

beneath my barefoot toes,

dance-happy feet kick up

a delight everyone knows!

 

Green, green all around,

a heart full of joys untold

rolling over and over in

nature's paradise hold!

 

In gardens of my growing hopes

tulips, buttercups and crocus

flourish healthily blossoming,

as Spring comes into focus.

 

 

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Neopoet Weekly 03/010/24 to 03/16/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Dancing In The Dark  by  William Lynn

Congratulations to William Lynn on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

THE LAST RING by  Jokerface82

 

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The stream (all workshops)

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To Janice With Love...

As her voice rose to the stars
and filled my waiting ears
raw emotion took me places
I hadn't been in years

Back to days of happy times
when my heart was whole
unhurt by shattered dreams
built with another soul

I cried for all the times
I left her all alone
waiting through the night
beside a silent phone

The blue roughness of her voice
spoke of promises unkept
and as she sang of love
I hung my head and wept

Idle Intelligence

Hello. Sir,
I’m afraid
I must concur.

Madness gave birth,
Excuse the mess!
This is our planet earth.

Why? you curiously ask,
it changes hourly
Best have a compass or flask.

Insanity has an erection,
If you ask me abstain
It is the best form of protection.

The sane are now quiet,
So, thinking is unorthodox
where is a leader to try it

Instead of being open minded,
We gave our minds to reporters
Who assumed we didn’t mind it.

NIGHT CLOWN

I said my goodbyes to cut a path
down the black snake like winding
park

A sound of screeching invades my
ear holes
the further I walk . I froze so did
my thumping heart. My
eyes flicked alert.

Scanning the midnight
masked curtain i fixated on the
eerie distraction.

It was an old mischievous squeaking
swing
leisurely swaying back and forth then
halting.

Bile starts running up my throat my
body starts to shake.
My stomach wants to
chuck my left over McDonald's up.

What's in a motive?

Motives move like lightning
down a broken path.
Or lift us as an angel
over the aftermath.
They change just like the seasons
first here and then they're gone.
We can't retrace their meaning,
they sing mercurial songs.
Their heart it dwells with heaven,
but sing an awkward tune.
Relying on forgivness
to finally reign them in.
As children we once understood,
what it was, that we should do.
Living then with innocent hearts
a gift that saw us through!

A Father Is A Girl's Best Friend!

Neopoet Contest: What my best friend gave me

Love from the "get go" on day one!
Do not remember I only heard tales
of the happy hours spent awake with you,
you smiled at me, fair winds set my sails.

You picked me up when I stumbled and fell
dusting me off, you wiped away my tears
assuring me I had done no wrong.
You were always there to chase away my fears.

Flight

There came a sleepless night
that offered little consoling light
from a sad crescent moon.

Amid the heavy silence
after the gouging violence
of the red afternoon,

they dug one vast, shallow grave
for those they tried, but could not save
and laid them there to rest.

Then gathered what remained,
though it was tattered and cruelly stained,
battered and oppressed.

Into this sleepless, cold night,
they began their uncharted long flight
away from all they had known.

Her Way of Flying

If she could, she’d help butterflies
arrange the powder on their wings
just so, and they would thank her

with brightly colored performances in the air.
She envies the exhilaration the young ones must feel
the first time they alight after their first flight.

She wears a colorful dress trimmed with lace.
The butterflies accept this effort to be like them.
And they’re okay with her inability to fly with them
because they know she does this in her own way.

Early Springtime

 
 

I recall your smile, front of forsythia, full bloom.

Photographs on  a sunshine day, McPherson Park.

Walking walkways, finding recollections, blossoming times.

You make me young, again, like dogwood flowers.

A gentle breeze moves your hair strings, red, veiled.

I’m blown away, cross fragrances, early springtime,

Our lives fine, now sublime.

 
 

Poetic Creations

 

 

It takes so long to let her live,

From way down deep, of herself, she shall give.

Innocence in there, helped with most care.

My love or my hell, to be done so well.

 

For weeks I sat and thought of her.

And words I write for her do say,

My love through night and through the day,

You surely live a lonely way.

 

SPRING

The winters prison has opened
its cage

to let out of the gate a new
longer
Golden day. The world changed
to
Colours. Burgundy cherrys, sun
yellows,
panther blush pinks, and deep
purples.
Psychedelic, rows of specks
Splashed
soldiers and a

Fusion explosion of colours.
Emerald summer
green
Carpets of buzz cut grass and
cloud
birds

early-morning messages.
The musician sirens
Of musical hedgerows and
evergreen trees

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