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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!

The winning poem of the

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine is

 Backwards by  Carrie

Congratulations to Carrie on such a unique poem.

 

This week the Neopoem is

 

  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

April 2024 Contest Winners

Congratulations to our April 2024 contest winners!

Spring Fling  was won by Carrie with the poem Spring Fling

04/24 I Was An April Fool was won by Geezer with the poem Fooled Again...

04/24 Waiting In Line was won by  Mary Beth Magee  with the poem The Last Time

04/24 Are We There Yet?  Was won by Rula with the poem We're Almost There For It

04/24 My Favorite Cookie was won by Leslie with the poem After school treat!

This week the Neopoem is

 

 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on his first contest win as a neopoet member.

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VERSE TWELVE

Dust started to settle
On leaves and rooftops
Long absence of rain
Prepared the platform
Feet and vehicle tyres
Trampled dusty roads
Leading to highways

The year at its end
Like grey hairs
Huts stood out
As golden domes
Depicting the aged
Preceded by dryness
Waiting to be fêted

Drums beat
Dancers out
Tone crammed with songs
Some noises prominent
Pistons pounding mortars
Competing for choice meals
Festivity filled the air

EXPERIMENTAL RESET

Since we're already nearby
lets go and check
that petri dish

The one we cleared and then reseeded
last time we came around
perhaps these results will be better
than the last ones that we found

It's only been a month to us
since last visit to this arm
though speaking in relative terms
about 65 million years

So lets check under that yellow light
at the third dish out
the pretty blue one with white swirls
and see what's come about

Then clean it out and start all over
Again

You so compliment me

You so compliment me
As if I were a star,
A celebrity,
A sun,
A moon
And
From this unearthly earth
You would lift me soon,
Into the weeping valleys
Of shadowed eternity,
To where we all return,
Ere human maternity,
To strive in all malefactions custody
And
To seek final solace
After all the mercilessness of humanity,

So must I too return?
From here to the far folds of eternity…

But sad tis,
We all have to parade
The sojourn alone.

another poet is born

I dreamed of
poems
and you
whispering
secrets of the night
eons
of stars stretched over
us like blankets
of ebon light

jealous of lovers
and lovers of poets
we ruled heaven
like gods awakening
into skin,

eyes of rain
filling

i tasted your salt
i tasted your blood,
i fastened myself to your roots
like a ball of earth,

triumphant with the spirit of the lily
and the rose

to rivers of stones
I give birth.

Blurred Absurd

looking up from her work
at me
to see

all

she can see
through me
from my eyes
how I scan
this scene surreal

as I stare back
from hers

at a self portrait

It happened once, during the darkest night
where even I could barely see,
staying that way until morning's light
when the shadows fade, setting us free.

And,the shadow players were also running free
on this particularly dark night,
taking advantage of us, as we could not see,
that these shadows were eating up all the light!

When daybreak returned with our sun's bright light
what my own eyes did finally see,
was that these darker shadows born from the night
were out and about, and a running free!

Monarch Butterfly

Wrap me
in wings of springs
butterfly.
cradle me in
loves simulations

Fly me
across meadows
of scented flowers
pollinating gathering
my hearts motivations

Feed me
with endless passion
preparing
the silk cocoon
of my
Transformation

Carry me
on winds of migration
across the
fields
of life's sensations

Re-born am I
with wings
to celebrate
the spring of my
loves exhilarations

A Ritual Endeavor

Your vapor brushes edges

my prism scatters time

presumptuous are circles
'round this sultry
sleight of hand.

Your song

a silent symphony
too raw to mend my tears
as it wedges through my essence;

floats half hung with muffled jeers.

Aphrodisiac of
redolence
mid ache of pointed pleasure

your release -

implicit servitude;
a wealth of weight and measure.

On the edge,
a new adventure -

adrenaline courses my veins

HUSBAND SNATCHER

She spent her youth in dazzling displays
Many a suitor to her court turned off
Found fault with those who dared
Some with bad body odour, she said
With smelling armpits and mouths
Now, she is a husband snatcher

Her excuses, many and spurious
They couldn’t afford her outlay
Thought herself high and pricey
Lest poverty follow her to matrimony
With hungry looking big-headed brood
So she looked out for a man of means

Palmist

trace your slender strong finger
down my palm
slipping words and musing
the wrist exposed
cradled in your work
your eyes glancing up
and the maple trees
hissing in the currents
flowing

if life were fair
and if it were so
easy

all the lines
and extensions
reaching

the attonements
of movement
grace and meaning

etched in their
emplacements
to be read
by talents

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