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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

Let us congratulate Terumi Sakurai on their first win as a neopoet member.

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Minuteman

Minuteman…

Who really knows us the persons
who are set to be the unknowns
many mystics have claimed to
know but we are of the real

Can anyone hear, have we also
became voiceless articulators

A shout in anger can hit walls even
bring down a host of bingo callers

But still the shout in anguish to
walls that don’t have solidity
may never startle Doves

Society bigots tend to placate us with
morals while we trip guilt and turn
I say F… it we need our own voice
they don’t heed our morals

Owed Away

Long, are the shards of morning light
as they creep slowly into my room,
splaying particles of hope to my right
to my left, the shadows spell doom.

However long I've been sleeping
matters not, as the sun starts to fleck,
across my tea that's still steeping
wish I didn't have this pain in my neck.

today, just like everyday has begun
starts calmly, as hope shines on me,
what's transpired yesterday can't be undone
and, that knowledge alone sets me free.

~shrinking violet

bashful, I hide between
pages in a book

and alone
I surf black seas of night
ride the tide of stars
and wash upon the shore
of moon-flower blooms
dilating my eyes

I dive from mountaintops
call out the names of gods
climb through desert desolation
as if by
one grain of sand at a time

and I am like dust
that floats aimlessly
in some solitary spin

what if?

what if everything were perfect
exactly as it is
since you are awake
to read and understand this poem
and your life is not all that bad
because you're not hungry or thirsty
and you have a bed in which to sleep
and your lover is good,
your children love you and
your friends respect you

of angels and insects

what if
after i cried and
the door slammed
and sirens stopped
and tubes
threaded down
my throat were
wormed into veins
if crevices were
given up to
your hands that
do not love me

after tongues
like steel
tug of latex and
lysol sheets
light, tight as
swaddling

what if suddenly
THANK YOU CHRIST

Celled Souls

yeah!, I know your type
contrarian to the bone
one or two compatriots
scheming, conspiring
contriving ways to make
a fool of the world
its ways
and most every one else in it
soon you'll greed for a following
start generating bigger and bigger noise
garnering attention
gathering only catcalls
and guffaws

"why won't anyone listen!?"

i can not love you more

i can not love you more
than i have loved you
for i have loved you long
and held your love so dearly
in my heart of hearts but now
my eyes have opened
to find my heart in mourning

and when the first bird
sings outside my bedroom window
he sings a sorrowful song
for you have found me lacking
though i can not understand
the how and why of it
and yet my love for you
was gentle and long suffering

Deeply Suppressing

I'm really sad
Fighting getting mad
About what I can't have

I don't wanna talk
So I'll go for a walk
And sit in a park

I'm seeing doubles
Guess, I'll blow bubbles
To mask my troubles

I'm sick at heart
My belly starts
To expand with farts

It's kinda funny
I'm feeling hungry
Can't eat or function

Deeply suppressing
My depressions
About life successes

I can't fit in
Cause, I'm too broken
To make any sense

SPRING SUCKER FISH

It is mid spring as I drive by
this clear and tumbling foot hills creek
and stop before the bridge so high
dismount my truck to take a peek

This stream which many call a river
runs to white descending waters
as if it is afraid to dither
on its way to final resting quarters

Now is the time which in riffles run
above the heads of quiet pools
white sucker fish spawning in the sun
they lay stacked up like utter fools

I Paged the Gods Because I Am Stuck on that Page !

I spied a dainty bruise
powdered away, by a vacant stare,
another pair of pale white elephants
get to prove that they're not there.

Empathy, is probably
that word I'm searcing for,
heros never get the chance to leave
except in times of war.

Great, are my expectations!
Overly zealous, are my dreams!
Do the rest get off scott-free?
Should be a law, or so it seems.

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