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Lion or Lamb Image Prompt Contest Vote

Please read the finalists and choose which poem you like most. Voting ends March 28th 2025.

Best of luck to both Contestants.

 

 

Like lambs to the slaughter

By: Tigger Kaz

 

We're waiting to be slaughtered,
Sat quivering in our stalls.
Eager for that rush of boldness,
Much as Aslan, before he falls.

Lambs lured into darkness,
Ruled by lion's iron rod of fear.
And trapped by their weakness,
Lost the battle, over the years.

Pushed joy right out the gateway,
When they joined that sheeply flock.
Yet the Meek may flee the lion,
In the final tick, of doomsday's clock.

Seeking comfort in memories,
Of the boldness that they lost.
At the sound of pitiful bleating,
It's our lives that fear did cost

 

 

 

Avebury Stones of Lambs

By: Ruby Lord

 

They say this place be ancient, see,
a circle full of mystery.
Like Stonehenge, but minor so not quite,
it’s different, bounded by piles of shite.

These rocks, they stand proud yet small,
not doing much, a ring, that’s all.
The village smack-bang in the middle,
where people ponder on this riddle.

The druids came, or so we’re told,
to chant and dance in days of old.
The sheep lay low and chew the cud,
and young lambs bounce in fields of mud.

Now step with care and tread just so,
one wrong move and in you go.
It isn’t just the past waiting here,
but loads of droppings, far and near.

Still, folk will visit from far and wide,
to see the stones in countryside.
For me I see it plain as plain,
Just stones and shit and English rain.

 

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Lion or Lamb Image Prompt Contest Vote

 

 

Please read the finalists and choose which poem you like most. Voting ends March 28th 2025.

Best of luck to both Contestants.

 

 

Like lambs to the slaughter

By: Tigger Kaz

 

We're waiting to be slaughtered,
Sat quivering in our stalls.
Eager for that rush of boldness,
Much as Aslan, before he falls.

Lambs lured into darkness,
Ruled by lion's iron rod of fear.
And trapped by their weakness,
Lost the battle, over the years.

Pushed joy right out the gateway,
When they joined that sheeply flock.
Yet the Meek may flee the lion,
In the final tick, of doomsday's clock.

Seeking comfort in memories,
Of the boldness that they lost.
At the sound of pitiful bleating,
It's our lives that fear did cost

 

 

 

Avebury Stones of Lambs

By: Ruby Lord

 

They say this place be ancient, see,
a circle full of mystery.
Like Stonehenge, but minor so not quite,
it’s different, bounded by piles of shite.

These rocks, they stand proud yet small,
not doing much, a ring, that’s all.
The village smack-bang in the middle,
where people ponder on this riddle.

The druids came, or so we’re told,
to chant and dance in days of old.
The sheep lay low and chew the cud,
and young lambs bounce in fields of mud.

Now step with care and tread just so,
one wrong move and in you go.
It isn’t just the past waiting here,
but loads of droppings, far and near.

Still, folk will visit from far and wide,
to see the stones in countryside.
For me I see it plain as plain,
Just stones and shit and English rain.

 

Vote Here

 

 

2024 Neopoem Of The Year Final Vote

Welcome to the 4th Neopoem of the year voting newsletter. Congratulations to all who participated in this year’s contests. This year our finalists are Mermaidmaster and Lavender. Below are their poems and a link to the ballot. Voting ends January 17th 2025. The winner receives a 100 dollar amazon gift card, Recognition on their member profile and published in our anthology,

 

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In Another Life I Live Bravely

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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To Those Who Walked

 By: Lavender

I hope you have a quiet day,
a kissing breeze,
sweet hours at ease
planting flowers, if you please,
and nothing there to rip it all away.
I hope you have that day.

I pray you have a gentle night,
under stars so deep
they soothe and keep
your soft breath flowing as you sleep
beneath the crescent moon and her earthlight.
I pray you have that night.

And may your memories be amended
to blissful skies and green earth, so splendid
that they embrace you when you close your eyes.
May this be the rich life you come to realize.

To those who walked through the blood of yesternight,
I hope for you this day. I pray for you this night.

 

Vote Here

Thank you for your effort.

 

 

Haunted Hotel Image Contest Vote

Haunted Hotel Image Contest Vote

It’s time to vote for the winner!

Read the poems below and click on the link to vote

Voting ends November 7th 2024.

 

 

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THE PHANTOM'S TALE.

 

By: Alex Tanner

"Oh! woe is me" the phantom wailed
As through ghostly halls his head he trailed:
"Oh! woe, Oh! woe, thrice woe again,
Eternally walking these halls of pain.
These walls wherein I met my doom
Hacked down in prime as flower in bloom.
You ask what crime deserves such fate
I'll tell a tale sad to relate.

In 1820 early one morn
The sun did herald a bright new dawn,
My lady called, Carruthers, here,
Bring early morning tea and fare.
Fare, a code, alone was she
Eager I ran, duty clear to see.
Full buxom was my lady fair
Lusts as fiery as her flaming hair.

She lay, disrobed on her silken bed
As I rushed in my clothes I shed
With a crash behind the door burst forth
His lordship there, his features coarse.
"Aha! cried he", Oho! cried I,
"I'm undone" cried she and swooning did lie
No chance had I, his sword hissed down
My head on carpet bounced around.

My tale is told, but things get worse
I'll tell you ere I end this verse
Of how, each hallows eve must I
Glide hotel halls, head held high
To frighten guests with curdling shrieks
And rattling chains on floors that creak,
But no one cares as I wail and moan
Great CGI they laugh, I groan".

 

Heartbreak Hotel

 

By Candlewitch

At the edge of Bremen township
Heartbreak Hotel, on the outskirt,
long ago shut down and boarded...
Sits heavy on a patch of dirt.

In its heyday, a jumpin' joint
sporting, dance floor piano Bar,
cafe, and comforts in Aces
noted by all to be five star.

Scandals hit hard, this Roadside Inn,
so many sorrows in those walls,
a place for secrets to gather
now paint peels as wallpaper falls.

Sue, and her swain, caught with pants down,
her husband burst into their room.
Caught in the act, the lovers cowered,
the gun in Jim's hand spelled their doom.

There were tears in Jim's eyes, he cried
as he aimed and shot them both dead.
His aim was truly on target,
her in the heart, him in the head.

Next Jim turned the gun on himself,
cognizant of what he had done.
He took a stiff drink from his flask
shot to the brain, dropping the gun...

Jim, Sue and her secret lover
caught in a time loop to repeat
deadly event costing their lives
ever replay this night of heat!

There are many stories, gruesome,
sordid events of lost humanity
about Heartbreak Hotel, 'tis true
the worst of lost sanity.

On a full moon, do not enter...
you wish to live, stray not a toe,
threshold of Death's agents live here
icy grasp, beginning of woe.

So many have taken the dare ,
to spend a ghastly frightful night
amongst pure evil as his Guest
heart strong enough to take this fright?

 

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Apple Picking Image Prompt Contest Vote

 

Please vote for your favorite poem. Voting is due November 1st 2024.

 

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The Orchard of Choices

 By Shantie Moyo

In the orchard of choices, where branches extend,
Each apple a decision, a path without end.
Some gleam like the morning, tempting and bright,
While others hang heavy, shrouded in night.

With fingers outstretched, I wander the rows,
Sifting through options, where uncertainty grows.
A crisp red allure, promising sweet taste,
Yet caution whispers, “Don’t rush; don’t waste.”

Beneath the green canopy, shadows entwine,
The weight of each choice, a burden divine.
Do I reach for the fruit that glistens with pride,
Or pause at the ones that humility hide?

Some apples are flawless, their surface a dream,
But inside they’re hollow, or bursting at the seam.
Others, though bruised, hold a wisdom untold,
Lessons wrapped gently in skins worn and old.

With each chosen apple, a path starts to form,
A journey unfolding, both chaotic and warm.
For life is an orchard, vast and unplanned,
Where choices like fruits are plucked from the hand.

So I gather my harvest, both bitter and sweet,
Embracing the journey, no matter the feat.
In the orchard of choices, I learn to believe,
That each fruit has its story, and I am the weave.

In ripened reflection, I stand here today,
Grateful for moments that led me this way.
For every decision has brought me to see,
The beauty in choices, and the power in me.

 

 

 

Taste Of Infinity

by Rula

Picking the fruit of eternity
A spark moment of truth held me 
To entice the appetite 
From the very first bite
An eternal taste
Easily traced
Superior 
Apple
 pie

 

 

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Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest

 

 

Read the finalists for the Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest and vote for your favorite poem. Voting will end September 19th, 2024. Best of luck to our finalists

 

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Autumn Rain

By Punkyfrewster

Drops pelt the
fallen leaves
bringing to mind
tears falling
over beauty
and lost love.

Rain bounces
off the
confetti on the
ground like
the damaged end
of a party.

 

 

Autumn's Cusp

By scribbler

Mid October a cool day
with a northern cooling breeze.
All hints of summer gone away.
The few green leaves are just a tease.

Tomorrow will bring the first frost
so this day finds me 'neath the trees
absorbing warmth before its lost
and limbering up titanium knees.

For I'm not what I once was.
Time has seen that I am not,
So I sit on a stump to take a pause
and breathe autumn's scent which I'd forgot.

Then turn my face up to the sky
as cool front winds begin to blow.
I watch the clouds as they race by.
They leave like friends I used to know.

My eyes water from sun's glare
so I drop my head down to my chest
letting my chin settle there
while I count the ways that I am blessed.

I'm blessed with our cabin in the trees
I'm blessed with seeing one more fall.
I'm blessed with grandchildren to tease.
I'm blessed with being here at all.

I watch a squirrel climb to its nest
for now the sun is getting low
so ere' it reaches ridge's crest
I arise then turn and go.

 

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Disconnected Image Prompt Contest Vote

Please vote for your favorite poem. Voting is due August 7th 2024

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Feelings Lost

By Clentin

We once embraced and knocked our knees
Now we are tied to our phones and keys

Human interaction seems to fade away
As our internet capabilities are here to stay

Plucking away on the facebook page
Sends me into an inner rage

Watching our young and how they react
Has changed our lives and that’s a fact

How can we teach them how to enjoy a touch
A warm embrace, the thrill of a crush

Interaction is what we really need
To form a society that will be freed

To stop our moans and groans
We need to limit time on our phones!

 

 

 

The Generational Divide

by Tigger Kaz

Separated by years,
But also by fears.
By changing attitudes,
This generational divide,
Divided by a techno cyanide.

Like a zombie curse
Or something worse.
Glued to their phones,
Decaying cells in their mind ,
More and more become unkind.

Like sluggish snails,
Their memory fails.
Their luddite ways,
Society's loss they mourn,
In this techno killing scorn.

Youth's lost connection,
Their fatal distraction..
Yet they may well wonder,
In their solitary bubble for one,
What they've lost, and what's been won?

Yet, the elderly have each other,
Kindly care for sisters and brothers
Content with all the simple things,
In a connected loving way.
Gracefully awaiting their final day.

Let's jump right back to the start,
To ask which duo has a heart?
And which seems so distantly cold?
In this tale of generational divide,
Though so near they've chosen sides.

 

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2024 1st Half of The Yearly Contest

 

 

Please read the poems below and vote for your favorite to go head-to-head in this year’s Neopoem of the year contest ending in January 2025. Voting for the first six months winner ends on July 15th 2024.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

Ghostly Graveyard Warning

Submitted by paleoray

When the pumpkins turn orange and maples turn red –
When the full moon is yellow and huge overhead;
When October night winds bring a chill to the air –
Never walk in a graveyard at midnight - Beware!

When the crickets stop chirping and bats screech and fly –
When a black cat appears in the wink of an eye;
When the trees look like figures that both point and stare –
Then avoid every churchyard at midnight - Beware!

For if you see these signs and you still pass that gate,
Then you’ve dug your own grave and you’ve sealed your own fate;
It’s because in sepulchers there are ghosts with the power
To arise from the dead in that bewitching hour.

They are ruthless and restless sending chills as they moan,
And will scare you to pieces as they walk through each stone;
They will float over graves, they will fade, then appear –
Then the next thing you know they will wail in your ear.

You will scream and be frightened as long as you stay
In that special ground haunting and don’t run away;
For the one hope you have that will set yourself free
Is to get both feet out of that cemetery!

So the next time you hear a bat screech in the night,
With an October moon that is yellow and bright;
And you pass by near midnight a grave while trees stare –
Then I say it once more to remind you - Beware!

 

To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

Submitted by Lavender

You begin so tiny, My Little One,
just a whisper of an egg on a Milkweed leaf.
But there you are, mellow, yellow, and striped,
delicate, yet somehow stoic
as you tenderly dream.

Soon pillar, pillar Caterpillar, off you go!
to eat, and eat the Milkweed leaf, its welcoming
home, almost yours alone, guarding and
protecting you with
its milky cream.

You shed your skin as you grow and grow,
bright orange, white, and black spiral around you,
stripes over stripes as your lovely
Milkweed offers its kindness
and sweetest esteem.

What happens next? It's so amazing, You Clever Gem!
You spin a base and hang below, spinning, spinning, spinning
from your loyal Milkweed as you both wait and wait,
anticipate, the miracle of life ever changing
in your small space.

Soon you sleep, My Dear, now beheld as a chrysalis,
a secure home as you dream about the fresh air, the sun,
the breeze flowing through your tender Milkweed flower,
its gentleness still holding you there,
keeping you in its grace.

I am overjoyed as your dreams unfold, unfold, unfold...

Oh, I have no words for what blooms and becomes --
it is YOU, glorious you, Lovely Butterfly! Now free
to flutter and fly, and fly and flutter amid your Milkweed friend
in the fresh air, the sun, and the wind --
it's all yours to embrace.

Your Milkweed keeps you in its care,
your every need lingering there.
And when you leave, as you shall do,
its love and devotion will go with you.

I admire you as you flutter by,
My Dearest, Darling Butterfly.
Your colors, bold! Your wings remark
of your joy and zeal as a new Monarch.

 

Spring Fling

Submitted by Carrie

You came into the world,
In September, it was Spring!
Unplanned, yet full of life,
A tiny little thing.

Your smile was like the sun,
You lit up a darkened room
Your eyes reflected who you were
You grew up, far too soon.

The love you have, inside of you,
Your heart could be, the flower.
Standing brightly in your garden
Your stems, they give you power.

So here you are in this Spring fling,
For all of us to see.
In full bloom, that small wee thing,
Was really just old me.

 

Romance

Submitted by Hon

Under the moonlight
shadow dance
you and I embrace
in a delightful stage
Share in the language
of romantic sparkle
with the happiness
filled our heart
celebrating the new
beginning of life
This marks the promise
of commitment
from god's grace gift
display of precious exude
with a sense of gratitude
granted from a wish
relish with a joy of blessing
for a final reunion

 

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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See you in January for the final face off.