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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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I AM AN OPEN BOOK

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sat, 2011-01-01 14:44

"I AM AN OPEN BOOK"
Margaret Ann Waddicor December 29th 2010.

I am an open book,
and yet behind the page,
between the lines
resides,
a deeper Ann.

And deeper still,
in pools so black and hard to see,
reflect there wisdom,
understood,
of all that interests me.

The cache of senses precious,
not hidden by the will,
stir in their nest so coveted,
when new ideas fill
their liquid rippled rings.

And make new bright connections,
that make her heart just sing.

January Winds (Originally Written as a song)

Submitted by Rett on Sat, 2011-01-01 12:20

January Winds

Cool and clear December nights
And cold January winds.
December cheer and Christmas lights,
Now the New Year begins.

Sitting alone with no-one around,
Thinking 'bout times that's been
Makes your spirit feel so down,
Frozen by January's wind.

Wondering what the New Year brings,
Sitting in my easy chair.
With thoughts of love and other things,
Floating on the frosty air.

Hello World of NEOPOETS ALL FRIENDS

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2011-01-01 11:02

HELLO ...Good Morning to the WHOLE World OF NEOPOETS

This is a new Morn

The sun is up as usual,

We bow to thee

Oh Sun Lord

Without thy blessings

There can be none at all.

Thy kingdom comes,

As a man made

Integration of time,

As tis a continuous stream

We slice it into pieces,

As we need a remembrance,

Which you don’t need

Its eons passed

Millions upon millions

Aeons of aeons,
gone by

How eras do fly.

But upon stronger shoulders

You hurt me no longer.

Submitted by mand on Sat, 2011-01-01 10:37

Righteous anger
Fully justified
Flames the heart deep inside.

Frustration burns
Eclipsing hours
Raining scolding showers.

Insanity
Blisters restless strife
Jilting the joy of life.

Sleepless despair
Seething aggression
Tossing cruel depression.

Penetrating
Assailing sweet dreams
Flaring internal screams.

Assaulting me
With explosive force
Scorching without remorse.

I forgive you
And let you walk free
Not for you but for me.

THE PRAYER OF MY EVERY DAY.

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Sat, 2011-01-01 02:37

THE PRAYER OF MY EVERY DAY.

In life, everything eventually has its end.

Waiting on the inevitable
To drop a hand full of soil
On my dear mothers grave,
When it happens
I feel somewhere deep
It will also be the end of me

Please let life
Continue to flow
Through her veins
The thought of her
Being encased in a lifeless grave
Takes some of my life away

The Sea Of Tranquility

Submitted by China Blue on Fri, 2010-12-31 21:37

As Father Time pens his last words
The winds of change are crying to the night
They mourn the loss
Another year

A year when peace did not come
Hunger and death still abounds
Sadness blankets the world

You hear them moaning
Why must this be
Where lies the Sea of Tranquility

When will mankind learn
To live as one and end what
Was so thoughtlessly begun

Their egos and money
Have corrupted this life
Will a time ever come
When a flag is unfurled
Denoting the unity of one world

NIGHTMARES

Submitted by ziggy on Fri, 2010-12-31 20:05

In a sea of torment, what
hides behind screams back
at you from the other side.

Sleep deprived eyes within
shrunken cavernous hollows,
A deep dread bleeds through
bloodshot focus, blurring reality's
segmented mortality's.

From the hidden depths of your
immortal soul thoughts collide
and swirl, an unthinkable hellish
glare can hardly bear ridged body
nightmare stare.

Saving Grace

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Fri, 2010-12-31 17:17

Laced with sincerity
These words overpopulate
This here blank page

Tearing my heart
And letting it spill
Endless emotions
Into the spotlight

When the world
Spit me out
You held my decaying
Soul with such care

You fed me compassion
Till my stomach couldn’t
Digest it anymore

I know it seems as if
We’re growing apart
Your more than a creation
Yes, you’re my saving grace
The pill that can’t be
Prescribed

TRIPLE-TWO-THREE-ONE-OH

Submitted by Psyve on Fri, 2010-12-31 12:48

TRIPLE-TWO-THREE-ONE-OH

We take long walks quite regular,
We sit around and chat-
But, since you boys are dying to know,
There ain’t nothing lovey-dovey
You know, we’re really not like that!
(But that girl is mighty good for my ego…)

And then, that night for all confessions:
I am- you are- the only one…
Did you know “Blue Jeans” were tailor made for you?
And, you seemed so sure
When you said you loved me more
And more and more than anyone before…

memories now have become memoirs ....recalled ///upgraded

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2010-12-31 10:03

memories are the imprints
everlasting ones
on the footprints,
maybe finger prints
of time,
but all evade us
even does time.

but memories take
much longer
these after all
none can ever erase,
it’s an inevitable phase
today
becomes a yesterday
and
with a coming tomorrow
we hope to play
as if it's a today

then memories,
many more
will form...

friend how then these
can be willed away
could anyone that ever,
say

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