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Neopoet Weekly 10/6/24 TO 10/12/24 Winner

 

 

Congratulations to This week’s winner Trail

 

DRIFTING CLOUDS

 

The sun rises a little earlier each day
And each day is brighter than the last
On evenings I walk out to see the sunset
And I walk back with a rested soul

I've tried to be more sincere with myself
To hold my own hand
As I walk through the darkness
To sing to myself once in a while
So that I can hear a voice
Of someone who loves me

It hasn't been an easy ride
But the clouds are coming back from the south now
And with each wave I get a feeling
That it's all going to be alright

I'm waiting for the first rains of the season
Hoping that just maybe
The heavy part of my soul
Will be washed clean
And I can smile again
Even if it's just for a while

I carry a weight in my heart
But when the breeze blows, I look up
I am stunned by the majesty of the clouds
And of the moon, and the stars
This, I think
Is how I survived for so long
A.Swantalala

Neopoet Weekly 09/29/24 to 10/05/24 Winner!

This Week’s winner is  Twizzle48

 

WHISPERING WOODS

 

WHISPERING WOODS

Perhaps the rustling leaves are telling the tree’s tale
Whispering, such that only those listening may hear
Only when it is in tune, may the message be clear
Yet unless easily understood, it will be of little avail

The breeze is a medium, but other connections too
To share, an underground root network also serves
It’s communication via a kind of complex of nerves
No myths or stories, as all that’s shared will be true

Summer is a competition for sunlight, as if in a duel
In autumn it is time for the farewell to falling leaves
Yet the first snow of winter is as an axe that cleaves
But next spring, it’s the buzz of growth and renewal

The style of the telling is not random, but planned
Facts the trees near and far, eventually get to know
But its sending and receipt is effective, even if slow
Nature’s sagas few of us will ever get to understand

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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Thorny Roses

You look at them and you see charm,
You become enchanted by their beauty,
You fall in love unintentionally with them,
You draw closer to them with glee,
Knowing not that they are thorny roses.

Like an Icarus flying too close to the sun,
You cannot resist their fine ornament,
You get tangled in their sturdy vines,
Before you untangle from their spell,
Behold, you succumb to their thorns.

Chronic Awareness

When I wake up in the morning,
And I wrestle into my clothes.
The temptation to have a pj day,
Is harder than you know.

The world may think me lazy,
Because I sometimes slob around.
But often the sheer fatigue's,
Like a bus knocked me, to the ground.

And no matter what I tell myself,
My energy"s so depleted.
And all the plans I had today,
Forgotten and defeated.

Yet somewhere out of nowhere,
I find hope, to get through the day.
With steely determination,
I find new invented ways .

MR HAMISH

The sky was as black as the
the devil's heart. The moon
above looked like a
Silver Phantom wheel, it's
harpstrings shimmered

Onto the empty streets and
Foilage

It was that time again, yep hallo
fricken ween, and my big sister
is going to take me around all
the habitual houses so I can
get my thrill.

Our buckets where bulging
with treats,.

It was
starting to get late now
We had one more house to go
but everytime we braved going,
are guts would squeeze and

Disambiguation

When sinking in the mire
Water muddy with confusion
Meaning disappears into a black swamp
Redundant words drown in brain fog
Uncertain ground too soft to stand on

When you struggle with meaning
Look at a loved one’s face
Study their facial muscles
Lips pursed, the nose upturned
The eyes have it,
The smile knows it.

Broken Hearted

I looked at her eyes, adorned with joy of you
Captured a photograph of your smile, your life, so pure; so true
And thought of how much she hates you.
There's nothing but red
Dear, you'd be disappointed
Cause the girl you once knew is dead
And from her ashes rose a soul;
Broken hearted.

When urinating into the toilet bowl...

yours truly (me) could not help but notice
while living social at various residences
within Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
the following described phenomena
actually observed quite some time ago
maybe back during
my carefree boyhood days of yore
that the uncontrollable spurt
analogous to a golden arch
of micturition arcing
toward parts unknown
(frequently missing the target altogether,

When urinating into the toilet bowl...

yours truly (me) could not help but notice
while living social at various residences
within Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
the following described phenomena
actually observed quite some time ago
maybe back during
my carefree boyhood days of yore
that the uncontrollable spurt
analogous to a golden arch
of micturition arcing
toward parts unknown
(frequently missing the target altogether,

Guardians of the Night

Our dogs sometimes have trouble settling down
at night, when owls and other critters are in bloom.

Especially when we have guests.
They feel the need to check on them;
to make sure they are well, we suppose.

Once peacefulness is confirmed
they return to the comfort of our bed,
satisfied all is well and that we are not under attack
from the goblins they might imagine.

Eastern Chaos (1948 to 2024)

Conflict is an old one,
seventy, or more years it has been,
treaties with Arab countries signed
a new state created back then.

The citizenry of Jordan,
mostly Palestinian, here
in sharing a Gaza border,
a call to arms is surely clear...

All the world is watching, now
most media sides with vermin
whether right or wrong, so sadly
delivering a good sermon.

Israeli militants gone mad,
Hezbollah's grim attacks today,
have the world's attention now
will this hold governments at bay?

The defamation of Angelina!

The night sky quickly casting
autumn leaves like rain.
My heart is always calling
someone else’s name.

Tell me if you see her.
Wandering out on route 66!
All across the countryside
her slender body flits.

Hitching rides with anyone
her slippery mind sees fit.
Blue eyes wildly flashing
taken with the wind.

On an empty joy ride
her mind will give her fits.
Hopping in with anyone
on her raucous trip...

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