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Neopoet Weekly 09/29/24 to 10/05/24 Winner!

This Week’s winner is  Twizzle48

 

WHISPERING WOODS

 

WHISPERING WOODS

Perhaps the rustling leaves are telling the tree’s tale
Whispering, such that only those listening may hear
Only when it is in tune, may the message be clear
Yet unless easily understood, it will be of little avail

The breeze is a medium, but other connections too
To share, an underground root network also serves
It’s communication via a kind of complex of nerves
No myths or stories, as all that’s shared will be true

Summer is a competition for sunlight, as if in a duel
In autumn it is time for the farewell to falling leaves
Yet the first snow of winter is as an axe that cleaves
But next spring, it’s the buzz of growth and renewal

The style of the telling is not random, but planned
Facts the trees near and far, eventually get to know
But its sending and receipt is effective, even if slow
Nature’s sagas few of us will ever get to understand

September 2024 Contest Winners!

September 2024 Contest Winners

 

Congratulations to all our contest winners

 

The Winner of the What is Life? Is Alex Tanner

 

Life Is What You Are

 

There's a time to go back to live life again,
Let the boy who was fearless be reborn just the same;
Command the old man who grumbles and moans
Of the aches and the pains that torment his old bones.

Ride his bike one more time, no brakes, hands free,
Skate winter's froze pond where he knows not to be,
Go down to the river for frogs, newts, dragonfly,
Climb gnarled oaks so tall they caress azure sky.

Boot footballs, play rugby in fields full of mud.
Wash knees in ice water to clean off the blood
From kicks and from falls but never no pain
Just laughter as into the fray once again.

No laptops, no mobiles perhaps no tv,
But they were not wanted this boy he was free.
Free from an age of want yet to come
To go where he pleases till hungry then home.

From dawn until dusk he was out all around,
With his numerous pals no trouble was found,
Nor was it sought, just laughter and fun
Or maybe some girls as adolescence begun.

The old man sits straight and a smile lights his face
He'll do what he can and if he seems a disgrace?
A silly old sod who ought to know better,
By God! life's for living, he'll show he's no quitter.

 

The winner of the 09/24 The Bully is Tawny023

 

Encroach and Invade

 

Mold is an inconspicuous bully
Decomposes reds, yellows, oranges
Blues, and even lime greens
Does not matter its outer shape
Covets the wetness deep inside
Feeds and declares dominance
Nest and festers, spreads
Like vermin and vectors
Permeates and inhibits
Its host hold on to structure
While degrading its bonds
In order to have its way with
Just about any old living thing
A temperamental nuisance
But it’s grotesque mold juice
caught the eye of Dr. Fleming
Its usefulness is no other
Than the holy grail
called Penicillin
Which fights viruses that would
Otherwise make human’s
procreation unviable and
Their deaths excruciating

 

The winner of the 09/24 Bon Fire is RoseBlack

 

Bon Fire

 

Moon high; middle of the night.
Drums thumping; bumping in hypnotic flight.
Cloaked hoods fall to the ground,
scattered chants mix with the eerie sound.

Candle wax burns at the fingertips;
Hecate's breath embraces swaying hips.
Shadows dance amongst the flames,
linking spirits to our world without shame.

'Tis our season, witches take hold,
The magic runs hot and bold.
Our veil is thinning, hear the roar of the thunder,
when the living and the dead are no longer asunder.

 

The winner of the 09/24 Under the boardwalk is  Lavender

 

Along The Windy Shore

 

I remember you
and your lit-up smile
under the salty boardwalk.
You were seventeen
with your tousled hair
along the windy shore.

Such a time we had
'neath the summer sun
under the salty boardwalk.
With our hands entwined
we would race the waves
along the windy shore.

We never made promises
we couldn't keep.
No promises were broken.

So in the silver moonlight
there on the beach,
few words were ever spoken.

I remember soon
summer days grew short
under the salty boardwalk.
I was seventeen
when we said goodbye
along the windy shore.

Do you remember me
with my deep brown eyes
under the salty boardwalk?
Part of me remains
racing with the waves
along the windy shore.

I'm there along the shore.

 

The Winner of the 09/24 Homecoming is Tawny023

 

Did you know?

 

Golden Shovel after Victoria Chang’s, ‘Homecoming”

Pieces of us still exist from as far back
As diapers and Similac, even before bedtime stories.
Our DNA hangs around in their
Bloodstream like butterfly wings,
As if the contractions remember
Something of us swimming in nothing,
But a secret tunnel and we were and are
Umbilical cord joined until cut, but the bond is never
Broken— our Mother’s DNA still holds our knowledge

 

 

 

 

 

 

Neopoet Weekly 09/22/24 to 09/28/24 Winner!

   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!

                                                                                      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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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

THE DEATH OF HOME.

What is this stagnation I see?
Where did these vultures come from?

We open up our mouths
And beg our own dogs to spit in them
Gather up dust and throw it
In the corners of our eyes
And tomorrow we turn around and point our lean fingers
Towards history that has forgotten itself!!

Eager to tell tales of accusation…blaming
The very wedding party we sent invites to!

We pull out our lips and get them pointed sharp
To pierce through songs, words, acts
That create a larger vacuum

Winning

In piss and shit and filth we grovel deep
Our masters grin so smugly at our plight
So helpless we abase ourselves in sleep
Yet knowing that there is a way to fight

On Wall Street and each other sign of wealth
Our presence can’t be lied away as mad
There is no longer any need for stealth
The fight is a political jihad

Our toys deflect us from our thoughts of truth
ipad, smartphone, facebook, ‘puters lies
in the end they mean we’re fools, our faces blank
and political action is just a bother

East Village Paper, Pen & Pocket Knife

As I walk the streets of the East Village
a bag full of paper, pen and a pocket knife
the tight fright upon the face
obvious I'm in the right place at the wrong time

band of banshees
sadistic meth heads
one possibly could be the next vic
tomorrow's daily news

tonight unhinged
faux fear; I'm really scared
an alley cat timidly stalking the dark side
near the watchmen of life
wait to harvest unsettled bones
rattling along Village streets
marking their tombstones

~Listen. A whisper~

Able to understand.
Listen. A Whisper.
Secrets known but unearthed.

Help me to be what I am not,
Myself.

Truth revealed, only seconds to heal
Stop. I can't be
unbroken.

It's what you understand
that keeps you
Able.

Listen. A whisper
Secrets known but unearthed

Help me to be what I am,
not myself. Truth revealed, only seconds

Stop. unbroken,
I can't be.

Morning Pearls

morning pearls
By: now not off the track poet

the ecstasy expressed by rose buds
desires unfurling in the morning dew,
the lovers eyes
await for her silkiness true
and
caresses the sweetest lips
how I wish we all do
to express a pint of happiness
a burning desire
at the warmest mornings welcome.
I wasn't any poetic material,
but now dare to induce pearls of wisdom,
hope in a friendly way
you will continue to take
as you always did.

Bad Seed

Bad Seed
It's such a shame
Can't find it in herself,
Puts all that blame
on the likes of someone else.
She'd never think
To look inside
Not even blink
The girl knows how to hide...
She thinks she's so sensitive
All those times she cried
Alone in her room,
Whispered goodbyes
As her tears roll down
From "little lost martyr girl" eyes
Alternating ass-kicker attitude
Demanding tribute
with usual platitude
Don't expect any thanks,

SHATTERED HEART

SHATTERED HEART

A sudden gust
of Winter wind
icy cold
took my breath away.
and my heart began to shatter
with each lie
your caress told.

I felt the sting of your
loveless kiss.
its poison seized
my soul.
and I was forever lost
to this world.

Who Goes There?...

In trying not to think, he thought
There was blackness all around
He knew his soul was bought
Now it takes him to the ground

Killer sees a mindless frenzy
By innocence portrayed
The truth of what he's done
At his feet is laid

Sir Gee; his brother warned him
Please give up your fruitless goal
Here is the truth; for eternal youth
You give your immortal soul"

Blackest thoughts do seize him
Guilt trips him up again
Makes him yet again the monster
Emotion loosed from chain

Curse Of The Memory

Everything as if yesterday
Memories that will not go away
They rise up wanted, unwanted

Some are kind and welcome
Others full of sorrow
And touch the heart with pain

memories live within the soul
Some arrive on gossamer wings gently
Others as dragons fly, circling, circling

They weave in and out of the mind at will
Then return to their past for a while
Waiting to create our future

GOODBYE...

One star tonight, went dim
And caused my heart to faint
What wrong, I ask, what sin
Could take away that quaint
Loveliness that star possessed
And leave me with such bitterness?

One smile tonight, went stale
And caused me many a tear
What thoughts, I ask, could fail
One to sense the death that’s near
To take away the beauty in that smile
And leave me tasting bile?

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