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September 2024 Contest Winners!

September 2024 Contest Winners

 

Congratulations to all our contest winners

 

The Winner of the What is Life? Is Alex Tanner

 

Life Is What You Are

 

There's a time to go back to live life again,
Let the boy who was fearless be reborn just the same;
Command the old man who grumbles and moans
Of the aches and the pains that torment his old bones.

Ride his bike one more time, no brakes, hands free,
Skate winter's froze pond where he knows not to be,
Go down to the river for frogs, newts, dragonfly,
Climb gnarled oaks so tall they caress azure sky.

Boot footballs, play rugby in fields full of mud.
Wash knees in ice water to clean off the blood
From kicks and from falls but never no pain
Just laughter as into the fray once again.

No laptops, no mobiles perhaps no tv,
But they were not wanted this boy he was free.
Free from an age of want yet to come
To go where he pleases till hungry then home.

From dawn until dusk he was out all around,
With his numerous pals no trouble was found,
Nor was it sought, just laughter and fun
Or maybe some girls as adolescence begun.

The old man sits straight and a smile lights his face
He'll do what he can and if he seems a disgrace?
A silly old sod who ought to know better,
By God! life's for living, he'll show he's no quitter.

 

The winner of the 09/24 The Bully is Tawny023

 

Encroach and Invade

 

Mold is an inconspicuous bully
Decomposes reds, yellows, oranges
Blues, and even lime greens
Does not matter its outer shape
Covets the wetness deep inside
Feeds and declares dominance
Nest and festers, spreads
Like vermin and vectors
Permeates and inhibits
Its host hold on to structure
While degrading its bonds
In order to have its way with
Just about any old living thing
A temperamental nuisance
But it’s grotesque mold juice
caught the eye of Dr. Fleming
Its usefulness is no other
Than the holy grail
called Penicillin
Which fights viruses that would
Otherwise make human’s
procreation unviable and
Their deaths excruciating

 

The winner of the 09/24 Bon Fire is RoseBlack

 

Bon Fire

 

Moon high; middle of the night.
Drums thumping; bumping in hypnotic flight.
Cloaked hoods fall to the ground,
scattered chants mix with the eerie sound.

Candle wax burns at the fingertips;
Hecate's breath embraces swaying hips.
Shadows dance amongst the flames,
linking spirits to our world without shame.

'Tis our season, witches take hold,
The magic runs hot and bold.
Our veil is thinning, hear the roar of the thunder,
when the living and the dead are no longer asunder.

 

The winner of the 09/24 Under the boardwalk is  Lavender

 

Along The Windy Shore

 

I remember you
and your lit-up smile
under the salty boardwalk.
You were seventeen
with your tousled hair
along the windy shore.

Such a time we had
'neath the summer sun
under the salty boardwalk.
With our hands entwined
we would race the waves
along the windy shore.

We never made promises
we couldn't keep.
No promises were broken.

So in the silver moonlight
there on the beach,
few words were ever spoken.

I remember soon
summer days grew short
under the salty boardwalk.
I was seventeen
when we said goodbye
along the windy shore.

Do you remember me
with my deep brown eyes
under the salty boardwalk?
Part of me remains
racing with the waves
along the windy shore.

I'm there along the shore.

 

The Winner of the 09/24 Homecoming is Tawny023

 

Did you know?

 

Golden Shovel after Victoria Chang’s, ‘Homecoming”

Pieces of us still exist from as far back
As diapers and Similac, even before bedtime stories.
Our DNA hangs around in their
Bloodstream like butterfly wings,
As if the contractions remember
Something of us swimming in nothing,
But a secret tunnel and we were and are
Umbilical cord joined until cut, but the bond is never
Broken— our Mother’s DNA still holds our knowledge

 

 

 

 

 

 

Neopoet Weekly 09/22/24 to 09/28/24 Winner!

   This Week’s winner is Jokerface82

 

THE WRATHFUL SEA

 

Her salted bludgeoning maw
swallowed vessels and galleys
with its green saline gullet of
ulcers
barnacles, and a throat full of oily
spots of acne sticky limpets

Treasures guarded by a circle
of sharks in an ocean restaurant
pinching crabs,
and swaying seaweed keeping naval
secrets.

A wave of wrathfulness, tossing
clubbing, floating ships, drowning
them into the abyss.
stripping seamen Into
skeletons with silent screams.

Supported by a howling killer
of a storm . Ripping, blowing holes
into arthritis wooden decks into oblivion
into the coldest dark depths.

         

 

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Nepoet Weekly 09/15/24 to 09/21/24 Winner!

                                                                                      This Week’s winner is Jokerface82

 

Grandiose Majestic Mountain

There stood a majestic
Craggy face with razor blade
Edges of a monstrous
time honoured mountain

Turning its rocky nose up
at anything below him, robust
Jagged and risky, high stabbing
armour with White shark tip
Cut throated fins.

Bald rugged with a silent manner
cold stone as white as marshmallow
steep and strong, bold and old
broad frosted shoulders

With powdered freckles and a storm grey
complexion it wore a white necklace
and a frosted crown, made
by heaven.

 

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Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest Winner!

 

The Winner of the Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest is  scribbler

 

AUTUMN'S CUSP

 

 

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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The stream (all workshops)

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

 

K A R T E S I A N . . O V A L

fire shears
our curves
embrace

you a temp
i the tramp

Starlucks coffee
stirring hope
while dry paper
pages turn
and the world
yearns

embitter me
with fullness
of want
fill a hand with
a touch

raise our skins
from the night
in harried morning
full of gravel dust

tingling of bliss
beneath a showers hiss
sent off on the tube
with a well placed
kiss

rotary hearts
driving compression
we go round
and round

If I am forgotten~Wendy read me a story

If I am forgotten
I want you to know

as the blinding light of summer
turns to fall, a shimmer,
daffodils turn to seed,
drifting on the breeze
I am walking to forget you

another part of me
runs eternity to forgive you,
once there was within
thee a breath of life
bound in our blood
your joy was my blessing
your sadness, shared

Anzac and incense
my memories of you,
whenever terror grips me
thoughts wander to safer times
sleeping back to back with you

JOY-STEALER

Your Joy-Stealer
will drain
clear
de-stable

It flows like
toxic spill
bubbles and
festers
in you

Light and dark
Joy and misery
Ebb and flow

Who will know
the

Dark in your tunnel?
dark in your head?
dark in your exit?

So, no escape
it's a bleak
thief

Takes no prisoners
this Joy-Stealer

You could be wise
confident
smiling

Then the creeping
assailant strikes!

And with A Smile

Sleep you say and with a smile
Dismiss me for a little while
Now left alone here one more time
Allowing dreams to fill my mind.

But could you see beyond the smile
There swims a lonely crocodile
In frigid waters dark and deep
I pray for peace in which to sleep.

And when sleep calls me one more time
A frightful thought invades my mind
Are nightmares real can someone say
What words will make them go away.

Guileful Mask

No man can win without love
Being wise can give you power
Men seeks happiness their own way
What makes man feel the way they do?

No man can be powerful without strength
Strength is given by loving others
A soul loves for he wants love
Who gives love when hate is given?

No man can be strong without faith
A soul is made from faith
God made faith for he is faith
Why care if you are your own?

Falls, the Silent Killer...

Killer stole into the room
White shoes and whiter shirt

He carried thoughts of violence
To do a world of hurt

He'd had enough of this patient's noise
Went and donned a good disguise

Stood listening to the silence
With pure malice in his eyes

Couldn't sleep a wink last night
With all the big commotion

Felt his headache pounding
Waves on a stormy ocean

All day today it was the same
Screaming and some curses

Had all of the attention here
Killer couldn't get the nurses

Routine

There’s a hushed quality to my life.
A catch in the voice, the radio low.
Logging on before dawn,
tap, tapping things out.

The ghost gums sway
as if danced by the wind.
Nor’easters blow more and more these days.
The birdsong choir a nervous shout.

The shopping mall is preoccupied.
Kids cry on like cathedral bells,
innocence peeled...
but we’re not devout.

SERRAGLIO

all the noise of living
settles to a whisper
riding sultry breezes
of black satin nights.
perfumed silk curtains
dance around the room
on ocean waves
Murmurs of the day
still lingering in dark alleys
fade away
into Night’s oblivion

O mum....

your poem also touched me
though I loved my mom
we were never too close,

so I too left at 15
then returned with a blessing,
as all her favourite ones
had ditched,
I alone was left
beside

Since then I have composed
moms’ poems
for so many
an irreplaceable being
not a thing…

moms live forever
in hearts of all
not necessarily to be
a mommy’s child may be
but love of moms is eternal
truly we all miss them
till our own life's end

Mathematics

when my thoughts
drown in debts
and doubts,
too great to count.

when my ills look more,
and endlessly mount,

I take a few moments,
to count the blessings I have,

and find,
they are uncountable too.

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