Best Neels Poems
Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café
We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a veritable treat
Yasmin the sneak had their names withheld
we're apprehensive yet still by curiosity propelled
My fingers are crossed to meet Eileen
fave poetess mine, the Passionate Queen
dare I wish to meet hamsome Ryerson
not to mention Anne-Lise Andresen?
On first glance the café seems somewhat rowdy
from one of the corners a chorus of "Howdy!!!"
heaven help!! I'm rooted to the spot
all my fave poets from the Souper pot
The Queen of Passion, my special friend
Eileen Ghali, an angel heaven-sent
with open arms and that beguiling smile
that's touched us all over thousands of miles
I spot our Father Christmas, Jackie Ellison
Oh my, mercy me, the hamsome Tim Ryerson
then the beautiful being, Anne-Lise Andresen
and our pretty young doll, Anne Poetess Currin
Andrea, crack writer and popcorn freak
and Nette Onclaud, Madame Linguistics
the talented and sweet Leonora Galinta
oh, for a long time I've longed to meet her
There's the much-loved Reach-Out Lamoureux
a stylish gentleman, delighted to meet you
our very own Linda who happiness spreads
memorable the day as Brown Licia meets Red
He who writes poetry with a golden pen
bestest, fantasticest, hamsomest friend
Rich-Heart Seal-ed Door, my bruv from abroad
by his smile I'm bowled over; by his charm I am awed
I'm jumping with joy at my fave poets meet
befuddled, bewildered; who first to greet?
midst the mountain of talent I'm on a positive high
overwhelmed, I simply break down and cry
This one needs a whole lot of polishing and smoothing
out, but I was too excited to submit it. I'll iron out the
crinkles soon. LOVE TO YOU ALL, LICIA
Water gushed over parched land
fractures are slowly filled left by drought
terrain humidified by cold water
pouring down replacing warmth
everything ice-covered
Water
set in ice form
fluffy and breathtaking
an impish sting to its beauty
arctic
my clothes are drenched
twirl around with outstretched arms
tears are forgotten
By: Wilma Neels
Contest Name: Nature, Four In One
1st Place
One day after years of searching
for that missing link
he came along, without warning
he meddled with the barricades
I build...
The things I used to protect myself,
fragile me, all exposed
and yet
the steps we took healed us both...
Not realizing that every day
our dependence on others
for validation were being cut away
not knowing we were on a journey
of discovery of who we are
without faceless crowds
dictating our behavior...
I've learned to love myself
I've learned to love others again
without the fear of losing them,
I've learned to be happy
without being afraid
that something sinister might happen
we've grown together
and we have grown apart
but we are always in each other’s hearts
Even though we're miles apart
our paths have been cemented...
Connections remain even distance can't separate...
It's a friendship
you don't ask questions about
it’s a friendship you nurture.
Not because you are forced to,
But because it’s the one thing
That has kept us centered
and made me embrace
who I really am…
I will always be thankful for you…
Contest Name : “The Right Time”
By : Wilma N. Neels
Dedicated to B
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Contest: The Right Time
1st Place
Thank You, God.
Thank You for everything
that I know that I wanted and You withheld.
Thank You for everything
that I thought that I did not need and You provided.
Let me be like the one leper
out of ten who returns to give thanks to Your Son.
Thank you for what you have granted.
Thank You for what you held back.
Thank you. Always. Amen.
P.S. Lord, Thank you for the following incomplete list of talented caring people
who have filled my heart and engaged my head.
They, too, are one of You gifts to me:
Be good to them always and protect them as Your own. They are:
Carolyn Devonshire;Francine Roberts;Andrea Dietrich;Carrie Richards;Destroyer Poet;Chris
D. Aechter;Harry Horsman;DorisCulverHouse;Audrey Carey John Freeman; Wilma Neels;Dr. Ram
Mehta; Sean Kelly; Deborah Guzzi: Ambassador Carol Brown;Andrew Crisi;Brandlee
Augustus;Joyce( I told you first!) Johnson;Ralph Taylor; Charles Henderson; Joseph Spence;
Karen O'Leary;Connie Marcum Wong;Barbara Gorelick;Iolanda Scripca;Susan Palli; SKAT*;
Katie Lindsay;Michael Jordan; Caryl Muzzey;James Fraser;Rich Parise; Joe Flach;Tim
Ryerson;Mitch White;Nathan Dilts;Daniel Cwiak;Chris Smith; Brian Strand; and The Rambling
Poet. Thank you all and Thanks to all whom I foolishly overlooked. REGARDS! GERARD!
In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D
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A poetry convention is a wow
Our writes we endeavour to plough
We'll meet so many friends
To enhance writing trends
Our strengths are as thick as the bough
To my table I have decided to seat
Three ladies whom I'd so love to meet
They are favourites of mine
And they will be for some time
Their poetry to read is my treat
The first lady to seat is a gem
Her novels just shine from her pen
She's a New Jersey girl
Who makes my heart twirl
Her poetry flows 'tres bien'
The second lady to sit at my table
If given the chance, I'd surely enable
She's Maltese, she's Celene
A Mediterranean Queen
Her name would be beautifully labelled
The third lady who I now show to her chair
Her writing just makes me openly stare
It's oozes life's desire
It makes me aspire
Table Top Mountain, I wish I was there
Not for any contest, but I thank Michael for the idea, ty
Thank you Carolyn Devonshire, Celene Crescent & Wilma Neels for being you,***
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-16.php
By Wilma N. Neels
My senses jumped into action
When I became aware of you,
Your presence overwhelming
My body,
My mind,
Only had one desire
Like a song without a chorus
Incomplete...
Like a fire without a flame
No warmth displayed...
You draw me into you,
Like a moth to a flame
Slowly floating
My feet didn’t touch the ground,
Until I stood in front of you
Barely touching,
The chemistry palpable
Undeniable too
It had to happen
If not today,
Someday soon
I wanted to reach out
Touch your face,
Play with the lines around
Your eyes…
I wanted more,
So much more…
I wanted to know if I hug you once, could it be forever.
*For Sidney Hall, who gave me the title,
not sure if this is what he had in mind
but this is what I came up with :-)*
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Contest: Razzle Dazzle
2nd Place
Dedicated to my South African friend Willy Neels
South Africa, not often in the news these days
Apartheid has all but vanished
Far from my home in Central Iowa
South Africa, not often in the news these days
A Country that has grown more diverse
far from my home in Central Iowa
A new friend, whom I shall probably never meet
A Country that has grown more diverse
Apartheid has all but vanished
A new friend, whom I shall probably never meet
Dedicated to my South African friend Willy Neels
Willy, Here is the Pantoum I promised you...My new Friend!
the markings are all gone
washed away
invisible
and yet they are still so evident
etched into my mind
every piece
perfectly fitted until
that day
the water came down
chaos
confusion
panic
the water swept away
everything familiar
blank faces staring back at me
am I invisible too
they walked right through me
my thoughts suspended
my footsteps halted
my breathing -
am I even alive?
©Wilma Neels 210420121710
her face was beaming
her best kept secret exposed
he could see the love
10/05/2011
Contest: Short Poem
By: Wilma N. Neels
11th Place
I sit by my window and wonder how you are...
Land and water keeps us afar...
The power of a kiss can travel for free...
No tickets needed or a boarding pass you see...
I just blow a kiss in the air and in minutes it finds you...
The warmth will be felt from a love that is true...
Dedicated to my dear friend Wilma Neels
example for my new contest..
Two birds sit in a tree... A colaboration from Wilma Neels &
Only separated by the sea.. Michael J. Falotico
They hum tunes that only they can hear...
The sun sets on one as the other see's it appear..
The wandering sounds of bliss..
Bring back memories to reminisce...
On days when they could spread their wings...
And experience all those amazing things...
When they would spread their wings and fly...
And time would just whisk by...
All they have left is memories...
And a lifetime of mysteries...
Retracing our footsteps
smiling with the
beating of our hearts
the journey has gone full
circle
the grey streaks of
your hair more visible now
the laugh wrinkles on my
face a
witness to laughter
shared.
We still share the laughter
you still hold my hand
When we take our little
walks before sunset
I still feel safe in
your embrace…
By Wilma Neels
5th place
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He knew his love betrayed him before he walked into the door
Her nervous behavior indicated that she still loved him
Or so he hoped.
He dipped a finger in her glass and moistened her lips
Before gently pressing his against her quivering mouth
Her moan was enough
He knew
This was the moment
When it would all be revealed
The longing….
The passion….
He knew….
He had to see a doctor about his problem
That made him reach the climax of mount Everest before the act of love….
originally Writen by Wilma Neels
realization hit me
it was never about him
the controls were in my hand
reverie was mine
I had to take it
try and alter the ending
starting with my heart
my thoughts became mine again
I could finally exhale
(Dodoitsu & Tanka)
Inspired by Russell’s Sivey’s contest:
“A Mesh of Forms”
Written by Wilma Neels