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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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e n t w i c k l u n g s n j m m e r

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-08-19 21:00

treponema
pallidum

the hard bargain of love's road
beneath the savage velvet of the moon
the candle gutter gloom

we picked our pockets of silver
and toxin
licked our lips with sated
maxims

the careless boost
our hearts loosed
we spun like sparks
beneath the stars
we lived like boars
made love like Czars

the fires quenched
the days roamed past
the palsy trembles do
hold me fast

Now (Rhyming Patterns workshop revision 1)

Submitted by BlueDemon77 on Sun, 2012-08-19 15:10

Now (Rhyming Patterns workshop revision 1 Ron BlueDemon77)

A Rhyme pattern workshop it is indeed
to help us to germinate a small seed
to guage precision when limits are set
it can help this poem, many more yet!

A classroom, a guideline for each of us
meant as a forum where we can discuss
form poems that teach us disciplined craft
free style is still there the classicist laughed

Workshop: 
RHYME PATTERNS (part 1) let's begin

Could it be Me.

Submitted by Ian.T on Sun, 2012-08-19 10:58

I felt its presence but it held its sway
I was alone without my feelings today
A lifeless mass not thinking straight
A squatting beggar with an empty plate

How did this thing devour me so
When friends had told me to let it go
They can rot in hell, thought came through
Now who to blame not me, it must be you

Turn back the clock and stare at me then
A complete person, writing I would pen
Love stories and sonnets so clear
Look at me now my mind so bare.

"Littleton" [Rewritten for rhyme pattern #1]...

Submitted by Geezer on Sun, 2012-08-19 10:32

Littleton’s son, Littleton’s son
His father loved to beat him
The poor kid was a bastard-child
Born of just a whim

Pokers of fire, glowing red
Were instruments of torture
Burning flesh and salty tears
On one so immature

Red Beard, Red Beard is so feared
No one knows he’s haunted
His daylight hours are dreadful
His nightmares keep him taunted

Stained cloak of dun, clutched closer still
Backyard grave is guarded well
Littleton’s son is buried there
In his father’s private Hell

Workshop: 
RHYME PATTERNS (part 1) let's begin

YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sat, 2012-08-18 20:26

Looking back at the day we met
From where I’m sitting sulking now
I regret what made me ask you out
I made jokes with cordiality
You spoke eagerly and giggled
Your voice sounded like an angel
Your smile stole my tactless presence

Reaching home, I told my people
They stared with concealed cautious look
Thinking I was pulling their legs
We moved in as one ever since
You say you love me, state again
The things you do, query your claim
Hot tears run down my face freely

you'll be enticed

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2012-08-18 13:02

what ever you may say
I shall entice you one day
the charm of a woman
none can resist
no matter how much
one does persist.

I will entice you one day,
if it is not today,
at least
some other day

with all the experience
behind my years
I know by now
what only a girl can do
without any fear,
no matter what her intentions be
her lover that can never see…

how I’ll entice
you’ll never know,
for every guy has a price….

Littleton

Submitted by BlueDemon77 on Sat, 2012-08-18 06:03

Littleton by RW

Littleton's fun was to torture his son
The hearth fire roared but of heat there was none
space where old angers restore, cold, unwon
paths worn ancient scorn, past hurts redone

old man clutched his cloak of stained and worn dun
sweat poured small rivers, he could not outrun
grave in back yard guarded by Littleton
if death is pain's surcease he's just begun

Workshop: 
RHYME PATTERNS (part 1) let's begin

one

Submitted by judyanne on Fri, 2012-08-17 23:25

one exploded expansively
into silent splinters

sending prismatic whole fragments
of holographic completeness
through the perfection of
the Pillars of Knowledge

spiralling

tumbling

falling

into the manifest of
the Mirror of Forgetfulness

for-as-much we desired
to look ourself in the face
so deed answered thought

and since it is impossible
to view the whole at the one moment
every heart holds a separate world
.

s t y p t i c

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2012-08-17 22:52

powder burns
the star pole turns

and winds urge loose the staples
we have buried all the alms
and urns beneath the rouge
red haze of maples

Starry aged your hiss of cause
spreads in its river red
I'd fallen through the "I" of eyes
to wander worlds within your head
prose patent scenes upon a bed
dead worlds where the dust star
fled

Kisses tarry balm of leave
the rain is jumping from the eaves
the print of haste upon your sleeve

Windows of Twilight

Submitted by docmaverick on Fri, 2012-08-17 12:35

In the summer of an evening
where the days seem longer bright,
and the evening cannot cool the heat of day;

the silky shadows dance among us
in the playground of the night,
through the twilight haze they seem to jump, and sway.

In the autumn of an evening
when the dusk is but a dot,
yet still the day is eaten by it's appetite;

half the shadows are running from
what the other one's just sought,
as night causes the shadows to vanish from our sight.

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