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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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Thank you for your participation!

Neopoet Weekly 05/12/24 to 05/18/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 


Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

Congratulations to William Lynn for racking up another contest win!

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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olympslondon

past is history
a story twas…
future will be tomorrow
when it comes
twill be today
so then there is in reality
no tomorrow we may say….
so all boils down to simplicity
of the present we have
and
betwixt history and future,
the salad we have
enlivens us our memories
which indelibly become ingrained
in the deep recesses of the human mind…
we may recall in the distant future,
if we so desire
but then all can't so live
in the present
but all of you

PRESTIDIGITATION

Prestidigitation

I’m not here to sing or dance
play a tune or do magic tricks
and if by chance
I speak my melancholy
it’s not how I want to be
but when that stillness comes
there is no where else to run.

Black Hillside

black hillside
-
I spat the blood, spewed the clotting
tongue out hanging metal spotting
eyes are swimming worlds are plotting
black green rotting black green rotting
-
My breastplate long had cleft in two
I'm yellow red and black and blue
I stare the hatred at a few
My eye on you, my eye on you
-
I bit the vein to show I would
I lit the train to show I could
I hacked the knee of giant wood
I fought each good, I fought each good
-
a fogbound day a folly stood

Bionomics

The verge emblazoned once with brush and trees -
the road to visit childhood - desolate
Encroaching farm undressed the land to seize
the verge emblazoned once with brush and trees
Here ignorance has caused the human species
to clear the land, allow the salt to make
the verge emblazoned once with brush and trees -
the road to visit childhood – desolate
.

WINGED ESCORT

So much morphine to block the pain...
I hope you dream of younger days
in your mind, strong running free again
instead of here in sterile haze.

Labored breathing, thanks cigarette,
heart monitor's monotonous beep;
a scene I never will forget
as dad approached his final sleep.

He gave me love of the outdoors;
now trapped here in this lifeless place.
He'd prefer duff, not polished floors
or fishing in a full tailrace.

Pleiades my Starship

On the other side of maybe
I meet a lot of folks
perhaps Jess will open the door
between the tiger and the lady
but you see there is nothing

not even the smile of a Cheshire cat
can disappear
inside a room too big
or too small
for gratitude
to enter
but if I'm right, a poet just might
slip through the cracks in its opening

Dreamscape

Dreamscape for you to see.
Would you expect more from me.
For walking in the clouds
Hold me gently in your mind

Leave all the unkind things behind
Run with the waters of mountain streams
Bubble oh bubble in love of dreams
Hold a picture in your mind

Of feelings felt sometimes
When heaven bows to the earth where I lay
A lonely person formed from clay
Touch my soul it’s the thing that goes on

Forever your hand in mine
Walk with me to infinity
Leave troubles that scar
Leave those days far behind

Wannabe

I want to be a poet again
and dissolve into the internet to change the world

It would be cool to be able to get up in the morning
and have martial arts like Bruce Lee

Soon I might wash and shave most days
and write the greatest novel ever written

Maybe I’ll take a walk for the hell of it
and spread a meme to end poverty

Yesterday I listened to an Anthony Robbins tape
(please don’t tell anyone)
and felt some general gratitude

Today I went to a great play with a friend
and wrote this.

Depths (revised)

Depths

Plunging...
Into the crystal clear pool
Many secrets hiding
Where the luscious sapphire water
Of lonely indigo yearning
Meets with aquatic forests
Of rich emerald velvet desire
to reveal a haven of acceptance
Where the starlit silence
Of her fairy childlike devotion
is pure and resplendent in a swirl of melding
This tide pool of loving...
The meridian of many an unchained soul

ain't no sonnet.....

you are a lovely sonneteer
the only thing about sonnets
I know is
that there are 14 lines,
last two must do a twist,
someone must read at least
lines of only five syllables,
stressed,
somehow that's all I know
about sonnet composing
my maiden one was laughed off
as free verse one
my own sense of creativity,
as on my broken down car’s bonnet
I sit composing a sonnet
hope they will laugh once again
but then this ain't
no sonnet
thanks friend

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