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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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Goodna Upon Brisbane

Submitted by crypticbard on Thu, 2011-01-20 09:28

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From higher ground
to the valley below
wound through tributaries
the Bremer and Moggill
swept past my home

then slithered to the sea

an ocean of thought
this fear sets me free
my yesterdays erase
the future still unclear
each sunny day raises

a pristine cup of promise

each little drop of rain
will wash or drown
should salve these wounds
only to be wind-dried
its dust gets in my tears

`

The corner of 5th and Main

Submitted by themoonman on Thu, 2011-01-20 08:48

Dark glasses on a bus to Buffalo,
our eyes lock;
she pierces somber into my being,
we share unspoken loneliness,
connecting what conversation cannot.

We don't lose sight until we do,
my knees shake,
touched in the nine second collision,
and now the feeling of loss.

THE LONG WALK

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2011-01-20 08:07

I went back to the inspiration for the 1st poem I ever wrote..............

Come my dear and walk with me
as I travel down this path.
Who knows what sights we may see
or our journey's aftermath?

Let's stroll slowly holding hands;
we'll often stop to rest
while seeing ever newer lands
pausing at the views which we like best.

We'll help each other ford the streams
and scale the steeper grades
sharing all our doubts and dreams
while hearing song bird serenades.

Where do i stand

Submitted by TruTh sE3ka on Thu, 2011-01-20 04:25

Going through the motions day in day out
Trying to break away pulled back
Each day seems the same
Same faces
Same drive
Same conversations
Day in day out routine has taken away my freedom
Where do i stand
When my heart yearns out to be more
When my passion feels entombed
Caged wanting to tear loose
Start again, a new chapter.
One i can rewrite with a new path
Knowing where i stand.
But for now i remain wondering ....
Where do i stand

Berated, and Belated

Submitted by docmaverick on Thu, 2011-01-20 04:07

My parents were "venti" mentors,
my grandparents were demi-gods;

close families, and other associates
did influence me, against all the odds!

I've yet to get things, exactly correct,
so, the lessons I still try, and learn;

someday, if the planets ever do line up, right
then maybe, it'll really be my turn.

Don't get me wrong, I'm as "slap-happy" as,
any simple-minded man aught ever be;

TImeless sound

Submitted by TruTh sE3ka on Thu, 2011-01-20 03:51

Rhythm beat melody passion the heart the soul
A being given into a sound that echoes from the heart
Songs that have no beginning but will never end.
A tideless flow that will never cease to end.
I bury my being in a single song
eyes closed falling deeper and deeper
the words surging over me caressing my heart
Peace washing away all other thought
Nothing but notes cords melodies rushing through my head
my being encased lost in songs that speak of things lost
Songs now forgotten
But still the music lives through my soul

dreamline

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2011-01-20 00:49

house whispers
pipes creak and furnace
wakes and rumbles

easier to sleep from dusk
to now Midnight clear

watch over all
until dreams catch me
until gavel bed esker reachs
and singing drumbeats
stagger me beneath aurora
ripple glow

Powerless

Submitted by lou on Thu, 2011-01-20 00:33

I've learned to hide
Where you can't find me.
I am the outsider.

I cover my pain, 
Coat it with a veneer.
Of gladness. 

Humour is my weapon of choice,
And my defence.
No one knows me 

I'm out of control
So easy to hurt
i'm powerless

Seasonal Sensational Love

Submitted by loved on Wed, 2011-01-19 20:58

Seasonal Sensational Love
Let me birth the child of tomorrow,
When the sunrises a bit differently, in the room facing the west the sun rise will be shown periscopically
The sun shall never set the whole night through,
through sieves of lasers twill be seen,
When spring arrives and flowers bud
the plants will be shown
on the wall screen,
There will be no TV to be seen
When summer comes,
Lovers shall sprout
There’ll be no married ones without a doubt.

Reckoning

Submitted by Dennis Go on Wed, 2011-01-19 16:05

I lay my soul
To rest
After all of
The grief
And turmoil.

It is done.
The heart is tired
And the spirit
Is weak.

I shall stand aside
And let reckoning
Take its toll.

To you my dear,
The shadow
Of this clenched fist.

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