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

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-28 15:22

   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!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-21 14:59

                                                                                      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!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Thu, 2024-09-19 21:21

 

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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Neopoet Weekly 09/8/24 to 09/14/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-14 14:30

This Week’s Winner is  Edward nigma

 

 Cage of cards

 

 Chaotically clustered
cage of
cards covering
all
cynically silent
sides of life
plainly plastered
before my
persistently passing
presence of
the present day.
Thoughtlessly thrashing
out the leisurely
overlapping lanes
of possibilities
prancing through
the pressuring palms
of probability.
With a single stern stomp
taking back the cross
mask of control.
There steadily
stumbled down
the obliquely built
walls of ambiguity
freely falling at
my frivolously
fleeting feet.
Vigorously revealing
the vaguely vapid
valley of victorious
vultures who
persistently preys
upon the weak
minded ones
who decisively numb
themselves within naivety .
But still
I walk forth
ahead through
the foreboding facade
of fear
lying before me.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/01/24 to 09/07/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-09-08 00:50

This Week’s Winner is Trail

 

Echoes

 

Once there was a man
Who wrote beautiful music
He wrote the music because he was sad
He was sad because he was all alone

But he was noticed for his music
He ended up being loved for it
And in being loved
He lost his sadness
And his music soon after

 

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SONNET FOR ANNE

Submitted by Tam the Chanter on Sat, 2011-01-15 05:59

SONNET FOR ANNE

When young, I thought my life might leave
A history for those to come,
That my descendants could believe
This ancestor was number one

But now, as time and tide combine
To force this Canute from the strand
I see that all I've left behind
Are footprints fading in wet sand.

My life, I fear, no fairytale
No magic carpet to the stars.
No grief, no mourning, as I fail
Just fond farewell from favourite bar

But this I know, and this is true
My life was great, for I had you

Megaton Pixellation

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2011-01-15 02:25

bruise the grandstand
this empty bystander
shelters eyes with dirty
groans the ragged
throne

you needle works
are shinning like sharp
teeth artifice

This slight and delicate
fever thats fickle
your fist holding love
like a wanton sickle

slip me your pang
of lacerate
how I love your
words
to medicate
and they cut away the wires
rusted thick like blistered
cures
and you sway in S-curve
smooth

MY WAY

Submitted by scribbler on Fri, 2011-01-14 13:05

Oh, but doesn't he look good
much better than when last he stood
now within this fine steel box
soon closed by the coffin's locks

Embalmed to preserve the flesh
( of what import that it look fresh ?)
don't the ones who mourn and care
know that he's no longer there ?

Soon to be put in the ground
hermetically sealed all around
isolated beyond any fault
underneath a concrete vault

KISMEE AND MY ARMS

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2011-01-14 12:51

Into My Arms
I saw myself embraced
In your arms last night,
Twas in my dream
But now I feel
The warmth of the embrace
Let it stay
Come out of those memories to play
For dreams come to die away
But in life
In our arms place
Love alone,
For ever we do trace.

Kiss me again
Kiss me again
Like last night’s dream
I had a fall you know,
Kiss me the same way
During day
As my life
In your softness ebbs away

On Her Wings

Submitted by Timbo on Fri, 2011-01-14 04:54

Not so long ago, the journey of life became hard and difficult.
a troubled mind made the waters seem too deep and stormy.
a weakened spirit made the hills feel steep and hard to climb.
a weary heart made the paths seem long and endless.
And the land of hope, joy and peace became distant and impossible to reach.

Crave

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2011-01-14 00:51

cry
douse frustrations
agony
in this cascade
wash away cruelties melted
tasks
all this border harvest ache
striking like lightening
the tinderwork heart

how this smoulder
grows
in winters depths
like a phantom howl
let loose within
grey ghost of dream gate trace

MEN"S HEARTS

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2011-01-13 20:15

Some hearts run with ice and fire
cold of hate, heat of desire
with souls formed of solid stone
hence from birth they are alone

What they think is love, pure lust
which in time turns into rust
leaving him to seek elsewhere
for another fool to care

Guard your heart so full and pure
before you open it be sure
ere the push proceeds to shoving
that he's capable of loving

THINGS YOU SAY

Submitted by Psyve on Thu, 2011-01-13 13:40

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THINGS YOU SAY

 

Oh , I knew you wouldn’t go without a whisper,

And I knew you wouldn’t go without a scene-

A love that was burning out, not turning crisper:

 A love that might as well have never been…

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Oh, you bore me to the seams

With your sorrows and your dreams,

And the tales of things you gave up just for me-

You tell me when I came,

That I was bound in mental chains,

Beautiful British Blackbird

Submitted by mand on Thu, 2011-01-13 12:55

Beautiful little blackbird
Greeting the first light of dawn
Fluting and chirping his repertoire
Richly waking a sweet summer morn.

Standing atop a gate post
Singing his song so mellow
Distracting and attracting a mate
With his bill and eye ring of yellow.

Plumping his feathery suit
Darting his beak in the soil
Stretching and pulling out juicy worms
That wriggle and curl in a coil.

Porth Joke Beach.

Submitted by Timbo on Thu, 2011-01-13 10:43

If you were to ask me the place I like the most
it would be Porth Joke Beach on the Cornish coast.
Where walking down to the beach on the path so steep
red poppies and corn marigolds dance at your feet.
Then as you reach the gate at the bottom of the field
a wonderful view of the rocky coastline is revealed.

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