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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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The Lion In The Cage (Positive Critique WS #1)

Submitted by William Saint George on Thu, 2012-08-30 09:34

The Lion wakes up in the morn,
and sits up in the cage.
The sheep rose up and put him there
to watch the old beast age.

They shut him in,
they shut him up,
they'll never let him out.

His cubs are lost
without his roar;
they fear the bleating sheep.

Workshop: 
Critique workshop - positive critiques

Laced Destinies

Submitted by weirdelf on Thu, 2012-08-30 03:55

Each choice is not one
no fault remains undone
parting branches of each path taken
are really just this one now
diverging endlessly to a fine lace of possibilties
wrongness is right, elsewhen
nothing can be wrong, or then

but to skip across the streams of time,
to the ones I want

In this way is time truly undone,
destiny dismayed,
its hold diswayed.

Workshop: 
Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge

He Dares Her

Submitted by captjack on Thu, 2012-08-30 00:07

Holding close against her cheek.
he tempts, taunts, teases, tries, her fickle nature.
He dares her catch him at his flirting glance,
capture him within the fullness of her smile,
contain him motionless within her grasp.
She lets herself be used but never tamed.
So back and forth for hours play he and she their game,
the sailor and his mistress wind.

Before it is too late...(Mindful Memorable Free Form WS)

Submitted by Rula on Wed, 2012-08-29 23:35

I always wanted
the hands of the cuckoo clock
to catch time;
to stop it,
or at least to slow it down
so as not to run
not to race with the lub dub beats
Of my heart
before it is too late
before death alarms aloud

Workshop: 
Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge

"A Journey" " memorable workshop " (Second piece)

Submitted by Ian.T on Wed, 2012-08-29 16:13

A Journey

Steam shrank, pistons moved
Iron horse bucked and fled
Yet held by the sheer weight
Track bent curved and sped away

Clikety clack, was heard
Parallel lines gobbled up
Red eyes scattered on stone.
Underway, with a gentle sway.

I am smiling sat in comfort
Lulled by the sounds
Thoughts of destination
Love to be mingled with

"It's Cold"

I tried to hold it
Cold as winter snow
Slipped through my hands
Dropped on the floor

Workshop: 
Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge

Assonance (Positive Critique WS) #2

Submitted by Rula on Wed, 2012-08-29 11:53

Soon shall croon the cuckoo,
and buzz the early bees,
to promise a pristine day,
Hey lazy! Wake up!

Workshop: 
Critique workshop - positive critiques

Dirfiting Far Away

Submitted by The Rain Sprite on Wed, 2012-08-29 11:31

lost in the heart of a crowded city

....everyone has places to go to...

           destinations they hope to reach soon...

trap themselves inside the four-walled monster...

....streets with so many road arrows...

....................pointing everywhere....

but they sure find their way...

their eyes so full of life....

                                    but she doesn't know the name of the street

she is going to...so many streets...signs....so confusing...

but how do people know where to go?

EXPERIMENT'S END

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2012-08-29 08:41

We tried a new experiment
five trillion dollars in the past
by putting radicals in charge
giving them their chance at last

The amateur in the white house
who's never even held a job
but can give a pretty speech
about the rich he yearns to rob
has no grasp on reality
he's just a governmental leach

Then Harry,Harry quite contrary ................ * Senate majority leader Harry Reid
who hasn't got a clue
advanced way past his ability
has not one idea what to do

H u b r i s

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2012-08-29 01:51

mottled shadow
dance the shape
the driven moth

a plate of light
filled with a yearn
this sight

lies upon the cloak
alive in teeming
sparks

while the voices
swiftly turn
their mouths alive
with words to burn

the dark torch sharks

A velocity of beauty
damped in dream
with its ferocity
rides the dark driven
ride

and its name
is pride

A Heartache From Within

Submitted by arja on Wed, 2012-08-29 01:18

Trapped within this adversary,
memorizing each agony,
of an era filled with pain,
with nothing to gain...

Seeing each other’s sorrow,
from a moment that's borrowed,
stolen by an entity,
leaving our souls empty...

Why do we let ourselves fall,
into the hands of those who control?
Our cry for democracy lost,
where we fought for freedom the most.

Workshop: 
Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge

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