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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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Aesop's: the Farmer, the Lion, the Cock, and the Ass.

Submitted by docmaverick on Sun, 2012-08-05 07:35

Strictly against all existing odds
a farmer was having a bad day,
for out of every farm in the county
onto his farm Leo the lion found his way.!

Well, the farmer was very much startled
his mule, dumbstruck was even paler with shock!
The only other farm animal who saw him
was struttng proudly, and was ol' Colonel cock.

His rooster seemed quite impressed with the cat
but, not so much was the farmer's, work mule;
in fact, he quit working, as scared as he was
and ran and hid, like a big, donkey fool!

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse (sempiternal)

is the moon only there when observed?

Submitted by judyanne on Sun, 2012-08-05 01:20

scientists have now decided (deep study they have started)
the atom holds the key to map the cosmos yet uncharted
they now believe, to understand the mighty universe
we need perceive the workings of the minute micro-verse

it would appear the tiny’s strange, it seems we cannot know
we can’t predict what will occur within the microscopic flow
but even more amazing, or so say the articles
the quantum is an enigmatic character of particles

Who I want to be…

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sat, 2012-08-04 23:27

I want to be a simple man
A leader where there is a need
Unlike the conduct of some groups
To boss people, once they make way
Ambition is the spur, our dreams
Sad, when you look at the pains
Riots, wars and wanton wastefulness
Waged to support impositions
Claimed to be divinely ordained
We have hydra headed monsters
Elected to serve, but out to steal
While we bleed dry for the chosen
Pension funds and subsidy probes
Baring a can full of maggots
With scandalous revelations

Jogging among the sun

Submitted by ANC1996 on Sat, 2012-08-04 16:06

Rising with the sun
racing with its rays,
basking in the beauty
of Earth's pleasant days.
The morning coolness to take you in
drape you in its humid friend.

Feeling the trickling beads as you progress,
with each sprint you keep a step ahead.
Drippings of morning welcoming you,
gentle reminders of rain mixed with dew.

To rise with the sun is to rediscover.
Remember the beauty within.
To race with its rays and grow as well.
Fading away darkness,
renuining the world's light.

olympslondon

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2012-08-04 15:39

past is history
a story twas…
future will be tomorrow
when it comes
twill be today
so then there is in reality
no tomorrow we may say….
so all boils down to simplicity
of the present we have
and
betwixt history and future,
the salad we have
enlivens us our memories
which indelibly become ingrained
in the deep recesses of the human mind…
we may recall in the distant future,
if we so desire
but then all can't so live
in the present
but all of you

PRESTIDIGITATION

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2012-08-04 11:33

Prestidigitation

I’m not here to sing or dance
play a tune or do magic tricks
and if by chance
I speak my melancholy
it’s not how I want to be
but when that stillness comes
there is no where else to run.

Black Hillside

Submitted by BlueDemon77 on Sat, 2012-08-04 02:58

black hillside
-
I spat the blood, spewed the clotting
tongue out hanging metal spotting
eyes are swimming worlds are plotting
black green rotting black green rotting
-
My breastplate long had cleft in two
I'm yellow red and black and blue
I stare the hatred at a few
My eye on you, my eye on you
-
I bit the vein to show I would
I lit the train to show I could
I hacked the knee of giant wood
I fought each good, I fought each good
-
a fogbound day a folly stood

Bionomics

Submitted by judyanne on Sat, 2012-08-04 01:15

The verge emblazoned once with brush and trees -
the road to visit childhood - desolate
Encroaching farm undressed the land to seize
the verge emblazoned once with brush and trees
Here ignorance has caused the human species
to clear the land, allow the salt to make
the verge emblazoned once with brush and trees -
the road to visit childhood – desolate
.

WINGED ESCORT

Submitted by scribbler on Fri, 2012-08-03 23:36

So much morphine to block the pain...
I hope you dream of younger days
in your mind, strong running free again
instead of here in sterile haze.

Labored breathing, thanks cigarette,
heart monitor's monotonous beep;
a scene I never will forget
as dad approached his final sleep.

He gave me love of the outdoors;
now trapped here in this lifeless place.
He'd prefer duff, not polished floors
or fishing in a full tailrace.

Pleiades my Starship

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Fri, 2012-08-03 18:49

On the other side of maybe
I meet a lot of folks
perhaps Jess will open the door
between the tiger and the lady
but you see there is nothing

not even the smile of a Cheshire cat
can disappear
inside a room too big
or too small
for gratitude
to enter
but if I'm right, a poet just might
slip through the cracks in its opening

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