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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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Your Glow

Submitted by Ian.T on Tue, 2012-08-07 14:37

Your Glow

Starlight doesn’t disperse shadows in my mind.
They point to those places that we should find
Peace that transcends each hour of the night
The shadows will stay until new daylight.

Hold us here from this our shadows glare
I am so frightened we will be lost there
Thank you my love I can now feel your glow.
This is where, with your love I want to go.

In love together we could always be
Just you and me, both, being completely free
Now hold me as I feel the morning warm.
I am in essence, beautifully reborn.

Sometimes, at times...

Submitted by loved on Tue, 2012-08-07 12:45

sometimes when I read others grumble
I too tumble
but then I compose my off cuffy ones …
some senselessness ones
this is such a one…
still you love it
that's the whole fun
poetry makes me smile
and I help others also follow me
those who cry
I shake them up too you see
just simply follow me
I am the master of free verse
off the cuff creative poetry
humour I must all of thee
which accomplish
very few poets like me.

No Longer Musing

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2012-08-07 04:22

The other day I called it in

to my office, from the hall;

it wasn't that my muse was, "off"

it wasn't doing anything, for any reason, at all !

At the onset I thought it was but, a tad tired;

and l thought l'd give it another day;

then l began realizing a listlessness

that was contagious, much to my dismay.

I spoke with the man at the pharmacy

who assured me that there was a cure;

and that, if it were not soon administered

there'd be consequences no poet could endure !

Poet of War

Submitted by Search on Mon, 2012-08-06 23:49

Run!
Go ahead and cry bloody war
Cry in fear as we run towards the shore.
A battlefield,
That’s what I see
A cold and dark moment for all humanity
Funny what a fight can turn out to be.
So just turn around,
Keep walking away,
You’d be afraid of what a poet can say,
Soldiers come our way.
A poet of war has written his verse,
The people have run away.

Saudade [Brazilian/English]

Submitted by Geremia on Mon, 2012-08-06 17:53

SAUDADE

Você é fogo-eletrico
rasgando em desejo
dolorosa refração de cores
em cegueira de luz
êxstase de ser
prazer de viver

Você é agua caindo
pelos dedos
rio fugindo na desilusão
promessas quebradas
traição e vontade

e eu sou…
saudade.

LONGING

You are fire electric
ripping into desire
the blinding light of colors
in painful refraction
senses stunned
into the ecstasy of being
pleasure of living

Grand Old Hairline

Submitted by BlueDemon77 on Mon, 2012-08-06 17:23

Grand Old Hairline
by RW
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I don't know much history
yet less about economy
no clue about the policy
But Nixon had less hair than Kennedy
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-
I don't know about the deficit
can't expand on any party view
But this I know lickety split
Bush had less hair than Clinton too
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-
Don't know much about the arms race
My train of thought don't go that far
Though Mondale's case I did embrace
Reagan had more hair by far.
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for now

Submitted by judyanne on Mon, 2012-08-06 14:17

as sepia memories exsanguinate
desolation implodes
and copper spasms overwhelm emptiness

with a little guts, magenta wrists -
allow the pain to be washed
in the shade of sorrow
as past gets longer, future shortens

but tears bring release
for now ...
.

B . . . . . . o . . . . . . . r . . . . . . . d . . . . . . . . e. . . . . . . . . . . r

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-08-05 22:46

Cigarette wrecks in a saucer
gold rimmed Cadillac butts

its ten thirty and the border is open
The radio crackles its hiss and pop show
the faraway flawless dead come alive
to croon

baby you said its all rock and roll

and on with the Show

O holy shit Father

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Sun, 2012-08-05 14:47

O holy shit Father …

Jesus stood on a hillside and said,
what the hell have you done to man.
Look at these murdering bastards,
they’re killing everything in sight.

The poor animals are trying to hide,
while these cowardly savages graze.
It won’t be long until they eat each,
a pretty picture, so much for might.

Can you not send down a human ill?
forgot you tried that, monkeys died.
Change this religion shit it’s useless,
all these idiots do is argue and fight.

WITH WHOM I STROLL

Submitted by scribbler on Sun, 2012-08-05 08:42

I seldom walk these woods alone,
matters not the time of year,
when I forsake both town and phone
others stroll here at my side
often loved ones I held dear.

As autumn rolls in like a tide
I hear my brother laugh with me
at flying squirrels as they glide
beneath a silent hickory
as some deer snorts derisively.

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