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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 Pawn Folly

Submitted by docmaverick on Sat, 2012-07-28 06:44

Sand-like cliffs reaching up as towers
their sole purpose, but to measure hours,
feels a though I'm stuck in a cage
resulting in more visitations with rage;

There's not enough drink to fade it away
and too much left to quit it, today.
A good woman could help me put it down
but, there doesn't seem to be any of them, around.

Earth is Faith Redeemed

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Sat, 2012-07-28 06:22

A casual elegance--
you never speak in black and white,
mixing the analogy with various
shades of rain.

Forlorn clouds sweep across your eyes.

If the evening mist pays homage
to the alluring moon, there is faith
in summer's yielding kisses,
there is roundness
in the beckoning horizon.

Wild is the grass that bends to your touch,
my love. I love you more than this poem
can say but only distance grows.

A post depression haiku

Submitted by Conect11 on Sat, 2012-07-28 01:34

If we could go back
would we ever have eaten
that stupid apple?

A TAILLESS COW

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sat, 2012-07-28 00:58

Who drives away the buzzing flies?
From a lonely calf without tail
When the wounds are open and sore
With no helping hand of shepherds
It must graze like others to live
Green grasses cover the meadow
Houseflies, tsetse flies and lean wasps
Hurry to the nibbling beings
Those with tails swung high and low
To attack, protect and to kill
Driving away the intruders
Who bring, with them, sickness and death
Spreading infections while they nosh
The tailless stands defenselessly
Seemingly tough and immune

FREAKIN' RHYMES! (rhyme crimes fun write)

Submitted by scribbler on Fri, 2012-07-27 13:10

These rhymes can really be a pain
when I sit down to write
perhaps it isn't worth the gain
have the free versers got it right?

Searching my brain for the word
which avoids that sing-song sound
should I use endured, inured or turd?
decisions make hollow head pound

Then there are rhymes merely near
but how near is close enough?
each time I use near rhyme I fear
that it still sounds a bit Too off

Workshop: 
Rhyme Crimes

Cheeky

Submitted by Feign on Fri, 2012-07-27 07:19

Sassy cat and chirpy bird,
dirty looks from both.
I don't give a rats behind
and that's what I give most.
Important isn't what it was,
this I clearly see.
So what I do is what I want
and do it happily.
.
Monsters, imps and goblins
can just go take a leap.
I refuse to let them

korruption....

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2012-07-27 03:06

let’s face facts of life ....
Oh Father! someone had said ..
give me wisdom to do what I should,
the intelligence not to do what I shouldn't
but sixth sense to know the difference
or such words to this effect.....

Corruption
she also answers
we at least get water,
light,
electricity,
medicines
bigger companies..

l u n c h b o x x

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2012-07-26 23:11

pin hinge
tin ridge

rain drums

sweet air
wild hair
outside the house
lair

twist pretty stars
no stares
thoughts and being
no analyze the feeling

no Ju Ju dream stealing

got all the bits and peices
memories
folded full of creases

love in a box
left open
no breaking the locks

couch potato (rhyme crimes exercise 4)

Submitted by judyanne on Thu, 2012-07-26 22:10

I could go get the pencil but
it really seems I've hit a rut
and kegs of ale I want to quaff
to stop the world, and then get off

I sit here on my lounge-room chair
and think on things like life and stuff
and hope in vain I'll be inspired
one day to wake up just enough
to write words of my own wisdom
if only I could think of some
but it is hard, one cannot bluff
and I am just too doggone tired
'cause sometimes it is just too tough
to think up clever things to share

Workshop: 
Rhyme Crimes

We Were Swans Dreaming

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Thu, 2012-07-26 21:08

I wanted you to turn around
but you walked away,
you turned the corner
and disappeared before
I knew your face--the
lines wrinkling your brows
adjacent to
the steel hammer of your eyes
as you broke into laughter
yawning into the rain.

I wanted to feel
the way you wrote your poems
with the left side of your heart
I wanted to hear them all
but the wind wrapped them
up with total darkness,
it was all more than
a dream.

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