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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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Shahenda

Submitted by eekwrite on Mon, 2010-11-29 00:34

She stood on top of the crest of the falls,
As sunlight danced within the rushing waters.
Hands spread upwards in meditation,
Speaking to the inner powers to appear.
Her full-length emerald green cloak
Whipping in the wind that burst forth.
As she stood on top of Kaaterskill Falls,
The wind gushed, throwing her hood aside
Letting loose a wave of waist length auburn hair.
Her green eyes flashed as she chanted.
Dazzling rays of prism light
Danced forth from her right hip,
Her powers, being flocked together.

untitled

Submitted by Tonya on Sun, 2010-11-28 23:31

I wish I were a bird;
could soar above the clouds
and touch the moon

fly faster than the speed of light
and hear the planning
of tomorrow

take wing against the march of time
and listen to the voices
of the past

or simply be;
glide upon currents of air,
observe the beauty of steamy tropic forests,
feel the icy cold of snowy mountain peaks,
perhaps, taste the tang of wild salty seas
and then perch, nonchalantly,
in a favorite tree.

11.28.2010
© Tonya Greenlee

Solemn

Submitted by washing tears on Sun, 2010-11-28 18:54

You say there is nothing left to say
And that I have crossed the line to many times
So we stand in separate silences
Apart in heart and apart in body
So why won’t you hear, my solemn apology

Yes, I still love you
But what good could it do now?
Yes, I still dream you
But what does it matter now?

So don’t cry, when you’re lonely
This was your idea to part ways
And I know I have made mistakes
But you’ve made them too along the way

CHRISTMAS SPIRIT SONG

Submitted by scribbler on Sun, 2010-11-28 16:19

* sung to the tune of " Deck the Hall With Boughs of Holly "

'Tis the season to be greedy
falalalala lalalala
Buy for yourself, to hell with the needy
falalalala lalalala
Don we now our tailored clothes
falalalala lalalala
While elevating well bred nose
falalalala lalalala

desert love

Submitted by Victorclaude on Sun, 2010-11-28 07:23

love is a
a tree
that flowers in
the desert

if it bears no fruit,
its branches
turn to
inevitable dust--

to be blown on
whispering winds
of sadness and grief
so deep,

even angels weep.

Mild Rebellion

Submitted by lou on Sun, 2010-11-28 00:34

I pay homage to the music of my youth,
To the decade filled with teenage hang ups
and mild rebellion.

To the heaven of 7inch singles and long players,
The Birdie Song and Jive Bunny,
a disgrace.
 
 The first  single ever purchased
Gary Numan's Cars, 
Second Soft Cell's Tainted Love.

I recall a loathing for New Romantics, due to Mr Le bon
I hate Duran Duran  to this day.
Tolerated Spandau Ballet, Tony Hadley had a great voice.
 Loved Adam Ant, a genre all his own..

Their different ways! Only Way

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2010-11-27 22:42

Their different ways! Only Way
Pass,
See,
Observe,
Be candid,
Avoid being rancid,
Pause,
Wave
And
Let all see
The moving of
The train slowly
As the doors shut
The world outside is cut,
The train moves on,
The sojourn is now on
Two trains they caught
One gong East
The other North
The distances widened
Far apart there was nothing then
To be lost,
The sojourn was on
To a lonely resort,
Awaiting there was
Someone’s consort

The Vist

Submitted by greeneyes on Sat, 2010-11-27 22:21

One night long ago,
In my darkest hour,
I felt through my soul,
A unspeakable power.

A whisper to forsake,
All that was right,
Sudmit myself to evil,
Give in to the fight.

It told be being good,
Had nothing to gain,
But bitter dissapointment,
And unbearable pain..

But If I followed the darkness,
The whisper promised me this,
I would feel only victory,
In the wonderful abyss.

My Poetry!

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2010-11-27 19:33

My Poetry!

There is no lack in you

Submitted by crypticbard on Sat, 2010-11-27 16:26

There is no lack in you

And you have discovered
And
Continue to uncover,
Imagery and metaphor
That only you uniquely
Can share with the world

If however you choose
To silence your pen,
Then the world would be at a loss....

There are among us,
Many scientists,
Who have expressed themselves in verse?
Wonderful poetry and fiction...
It is a known territory
And a very open road

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