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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.

 

Separation

Before this round of Karma's wheel began.
Emotion strove to think of new ideas
and challenges she could present to man
and woman, while we learn to face our fears.

Such as the lesson of the door of death -
to teach us separation, and the plan
is, while we're at this place where we draw breath,
our memories are clouded for the span
and we forget we are eternal beings.

NOMADS -- updated

NOMADS

When the battles are over
and no one has won
we gather our chattles
and farther we run.

But there is no peace
where conscience abides
there is no home
where treachery resides.

And so nomads we become
wandering from sun to sun
pushing tiime beyond its limits
before we are forever done

Waters

Timeless has been your love
Sweet, tender and gentle
Have been your caresses
On my shores

The never ending soothing lapping music
That invokes the winds to dance
With my trees
In sweet salty scented embraces

Songs born of life eternal
Which you have sung
Day and night
Since the beginning of our time

You softly run your liquid fingers
Throughout my contours
Creating countless pleasure
The heavens wish to know.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

RANDOMLY SEARCHING THRU MY METHODICAL RAMBLING
IN HOPES TO FIND THE CREATOR OF ALL THAT IS
I START TO NOTICE MY SURROUNDINGS
WITH A SUDDEN URGENCY
THAT HOLDS THE ABILITY
TO DRASTICALLY CONTAMINATE
THE SESS POOL OF HUMANITY

GIVING OFF THE ALL CONSUMING FEELING
OF BEING SWALLOWED
ALIVE
MY CLAUSTROPHOBIC ANXIETIES CHURNING DEEP WITHIN BEGIN ITS RACE FROM MY CORE
TRAVELING AT FULL THROTTLE
UNTIL RELEASED WITHOUT REMORSE
ONTO MY CONCIOUSNESS

My Swing

Back and forth and back again
On my swing I'd fly
With my friend the wind

Pushing me higher and higher
Such freedom in flight
Small moments in time of delight

"HOPE AND CHANGE"

I was doing fine today
birds all singing, springtime views
but that all soon went away
as I read the morning news

Headlines had the usual stuff
storms and death, unending war
the rich who never get enough
Congress bought by cash and whores

Big news beyond my comprehension
things I can do naught about
vague additions to my apprehensions
not quite enough to make me shout

Us and It

there is one truth
that radiates from each and everything,
it lingers in hungry eyes,
it bleeds through with blood of a beaten wife,
it's in the stink of burnt rubber and
it's reflected off of shattered glass
it's in the rain drop molecule on each blade of grass
it's in the warmth of homeward love
in the simple breath we take, each day
it's in the contour of the fray
it's in each prayer we pray
it's in each word we say,
the one truth,
radiating through each and everything

YOUTH'S CHALLENGES

Poetry, challenging to the mind
when youth finds challenge in mere speed.
the subtle thoughts philosophy engenders are overlooked
as dusty tomes descry
it seems they look askance, offended,
if mention of another life is raised;

their gum well chewn in cheek,
tobacco too, their death taste in advance,
they do another dance from ours
whose lives enhanced by deeper thoughts
become enriched beyond the sudden flirt,

Poetry Spin and Spun

I write poetry to abort
Tell readers what others shun
The scripts however long or short
I attempt to spin and spun
For creative writing fun

Whether its good or not, I won't say
I'll leave it for critiquing sake

A Muse

Listen to the words
Which are sung in my voice
And use them to inspire
Your verses

Hold tight to me
And let my wings
Carry you to places
Yet unseen

Open your mind's eye
So as to record
All that you are about
To gaze upon

Do not ask,
But rather contemplate
so as to later put pen to paper
of all the wonders you will illustrate

Let your pen dance on paper
Without thoughts
Of where it might go
Free yourself and let it flow

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