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2024 1st Half Of The Yearly Contest

The Winner of the 2024 1st Half of The Yearly Contest  is MermaidMaster  with the following poem



In Another Life I Live Bravely

Submitted by MermaidMaster

I want to live in the tallest apartment in New
York City, and peer my gaping eyes through
my window to see only dancing beetles below.

I will wear expensive feathers and furs, I’ll
dance with strangers, and I’ll party for a while
with headliners after sold-out shows.

I’ll walk the streets wearing only perfume and
watch men stand agape as I strut past, too awed
at my nakedness proud and aglow.

I’ll rebel and I’ll wail and I’ll cry out,
“Change will come! Justice will prevail!”
And I won’t shut up until Change comes and goes.

I’ll play poker with CEO’s, and kiss strange men in taxis,
and spin through the nights like a globe on its axis;
to live with honeyed hi’s! And never with lows.

I’ll do pilates and yoga, drink only red wine,
and I won’t dwell on the men who used to be mine.
I’ll live fast and so furiously young,
and I’ll die gentle, soft and divine.



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Neopoet Weekly 07/7/24 to 07/13/24 Winner!

This week’s winner is hippiemoon with the following poem


Coal Mine Canary

Submitted by hippiemoon

Do you know about coal mine canaries?
They used to take caged birds down into the coal mines,
And when they would die the workers would know to leave too.

Let me be a canary in your chest.
Let me live inside your rib cage,
Feel your heart beat for me,
Watch your blood flow through your veins.

Keep me safe next to your heart
And I’ll keep you safe from all that’s bad.

Use me as your compass,
I’ll tell you to run when things get hard.

Let me be your coal mine canary.
Let me sacrifice myself to save you from the inevitable.



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This week’s winner is Candlewitch with the following poem



Submitted by Candlewitch

We mellowed...
reclining by the camp fire
after a day of splashing,
swimming, and water games.

I shivered as
evening came in to surround us
with a cooling breeze.
Your fisherman knit sweater
you placed about my shoulders,
staved off a slight chill.

Your glittering orbs
held me intoxicated.
As I felt the last of
the sun's rays
leach out of the sand

Quietly exchanging daydreams,
I noticed, wood-smoke, was
the color of your smiling eyes!


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June 2024 Contest Winners

         June 2024 Contest Winners


The winner of the 06/24 Living With Depression is Rula with the following poem


A Way Out

Submitted by Rula

As night pulls down its wild dark curtains
And heavy eyelids drop lazily,
I ponder with spider-like loomed shadows,
Thoughts torture my broken, weary soul.

Everything around my room plays tricks;
Shadows with shattered hearts wander,
Carrying bloody, slaughtered dreams,
All howl, moan in pain, "that's insane, that's insane."

I seek a way out, is there no escape?
The door's locked with heavy chains.
Windows, it seems, are all covered with tar,
Behind the sill, bars add weight.

Then more spirits seep in, multiplying,
From nowhere, to heighten the scene.
I try to cry, but my own voice chokes me,
Then a louder voice declares, "There is no way out."


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The winner of the  06/24 Bucket List is Clentin with the following poem



My Bucket List

Submitted by Clentin

I fell in love with a heart so true,
I cherish moments, both old and new.
I learned from failures of the past
I pray these actions will always last

My bucket list as a young man, so vast,
A journey of self-discovery, meant to last.
I chased my dreams with passion and might,
In the pursuit of life, to find the light.

Now that life is closer to the end
My bucket list begins to bend
A list once so big and wide
Now is small but full of pride

I no longer wish for cars or money
I seek love and comfort and a bit of honey
I want to see my family live with success
Free of illness free of stress

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The winner of the 06/24 My First Internet Memory is Hon with the following poem.

My First Internet Memory-Google Search

Submitted by Hon

My first internet memory
this brings me to the
introduction of the
tutorial study through
the google online
surfing with the
fascinating of
opportunity to acquire
for a learning desire in
a science technology
of today’s global world
This interest starts from the
online searching to discover
unlimited learning ability tools
like an encyclopedia collection
with the resource information
for one share a broad
knowledge of understanding
through the adventure of
Internet Explorer with many
interesting selecting topics


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The winner of the 06/24 Five Percent Battery is RoseBlack with the following poem


Five Percent Battery

Submitted by RoseBlack

Running off fumes,
choking on smoke.
Sucking exhaustion
through pasty lips.

Engine's down a quart,
burn out,
Dark circles tell all,
who is about to fall.

Mercy lights,
Low battery,
jumper cables ignite.
Knock down, drag out fight.

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The winner of the 06/24 Overdraft is Geezer with the following poem


Overdraft the Monster

Submitted by Geezer

As the wind howls, I am reminded...
Reminded of the rippling sheet of rain,
a silver curtain billowing across the roof.
There will be water in the attic.

There is an overdraft there, going over.
The spirit of the storm, travels so fast,
it carries water over the edge, to the window below;
dropped, it clings to the wall, and sneaks in.

I've known about that overdraft, for quite some time.
I watched it as a child, awakened by the wind.
The monster that ate at my home, needed company,
I heard the pitiful moans, as the spirit tore at the shingles.

Now, we are together again, the spirit and I;
I am tempted to join it as it drags its familiar water
over the edge and into the draft, but no!
I cannot cling to the wall and re enter the house.

That would be an overdraft that I could not afford.

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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.


Building The State

Building the State

I’ve done my part in building the state
Before I say leave-taking
Even nobody ventures to say a word
I’d known;
I’m a not a venturesomeness
I gave people venture capital to break their yokes
It’s a short speech full of throw away lines
A chance to thumb my nose at the citizens
When I had to strain to reach the peak
I’ve never been joking since all my life
Read me even my handwriting straggled over the pages

Poetry, Unpublished

She created it to shake snow
off trembling mountain tops,
bring light to lost souls in the void of purgatory.

It was hoped to
open blind eyes,
yield intersession and meditation
and pass along peace wrapped in
bundles of unconditional love

like an aid convoy, or perhaps,
a rainbow.

Yes, a rainbow

spanned over miles and kilometers
of this poetry famished world.

It was composed, then perfectly polished.


Only the moon can bear witness
To promises whispered in darkness
Only the moon could speak of our time
Of almost bliss and breathless kisses
Out there under a terrific heavenly dome

While the stars blinked and blushed,
Among the shadows solemnly hushed,
We swayed and swayed as the trees
Do with the breeze...
We swayed, we swayed,
With a "moon and tide" ease.

How quickly it all withers away
A death so diligent as that of a rose
Nothing good can ever dare stay
And that is how it goes.

Low-Down Alcoholic Criminal

Ain’t got nothing in my pockets,
Ain’t got nothing here to hide,
Ain’t got nothing in my heart,
ain’t got nothing on my side.

Pass Through The First Death

Under the same sun and air
We are muzzled like ox as we tread out the grains
Our necks are stiffed like burdens of cattle,
In the flame grass, the oak, everywhere we go.
Under the fine rain, thick cloud, the chilly wind,
We listen to their whistles with the strokes of rod that refines our body,
As we are passing through our first death;
We stare at the birds flying by
Because they appear so free;
There are still words left unsaid
When we travel far than the calling sounds.

Let us bear witness to arm and blindfold...

Let us bear witness to arm and blindfold...
each candidate for president of United States
and therefore witness a duel (to the death)
between Biden and Trump to determine
who occupies Oval Office as forty seventh
Chief executive of the federal government.


I am at the bottom of the birdcage
Just laying in the grit
Feeling snug and warm
Coz I'm a piece of shit

I'm at the bottom of the birdcage
Why don't you come and sit
Not one person will bother us
Coz they can't handle it

I'm at the bottom of the birdcage
It's where I spend my time
Alone in my thought no pardons sought
Smoking reefer so sublime

I'm sitting in this birdcage
But what no-one can see
For growing in this birdcage
Is my own poet's tree

A prayer for who isn't mine..

I closed this chapter, and I did.
“Yeh, fitoor mera by Arijit Singh playing in the background”.
When the sound hit its peak, I smiled.
You came to mind.
I looked to the ceiling, I reminisced about the moments of my silly desire. Wanting You.
So I began; ‘Dear God’.
Again I am crippled with this sensation,
A want, of a precious time called Ahava,
Ahava that is not mine.
I'm not asking you to make him mine, I don't think that's your will but my want banging loud adrift.
I pray he is okay,


Beyond these days in time and space,
when we have ran our pilgrim race.
our soul, set free from mortal shell,
will rest a while, (devoutly dwell)

to pause for peace by sacred streams,
with breaking dawn's delightful dreams…
Until that Lord with flashing eyes
invades this planet’s sin-scarred skies…

to clothe us in immortal gowns,
with gold, replace our thorny crowns.
(Our bodies, buried out of sight,
He'll raise, in wonder's wingless flight.)


Someone sent a savior
just to comfort me

It wasn't God nor angels,
but it held a firm decree.

The measure of the blessing
was clear for all to see.

The effect of pharmaceuticals
reached my biology!

No longer would I suffer
with extreme anxiety!


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