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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)

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the last drop

as i sip the vile vial
colours contour my perspective; only just for a while,
so i drink the potion
derived from elements of a dream in motion,
and watch stars fall into the ocean
to admire their brilliant glow,
coming from the deep below

Their Nape

Never trust strangers
And
never believe a word,
Of what those who
Can’t look into your eyes say.

Showing ones rear,
Is a facet of indignation.
To the machinations of such folks,
Never fall prey.
This Loved doth say

Love Is Like A Butterfly

Love is like a butterfly:
small, frail and fleeting.
Hard to catch
but tell me why
we still can share this feeling?
Pray, my darling, tell me why
this moment is not fleeting?

Love is like a butterfly:
daint, dear and dancing.
Tough to tame
but tell me why
your name gets my heart ringing?
Pray, my lady, tell me why
I hear the lovebirds singing?

How

How can you start a fire
Without a little flame?
How can a storm begin
Without a drop of rain?

How can you grow a tree
Before you plant a seed?
How can there be life
If a heart doesn’t start to beat?

How can birds be soaring
If there’s no wings to fly?
How can it be day
When there’s no sun up in the sky?

Some things belong together.
No one can take them apart.
So how can I be happy
If I haven’t got your heart?

deception

as briny billows gently float the foam
above Poseidon's realm they dart and dare
like horses, wild and white, they seem to roam
and gambol oh so buoyantly just there

seafarers settle in complacency
fair sails has always been the passage here
and what has been, no doubt will ever be
there's absolutely nothing now to fear

but this time storm clouds gather, don't disperse
the ocean howls with rampant rage filled waves
as tridents carry, on the tide, a curse
that ferries unprepared to darker graves

Life's latter lessons

Drunk on the possibility of love and truth and passion
I handed him the last years of my youth and vigour
And starved my heart and soul on the empty calories of hope,
and crumbs of wishful propositions
which he sucked the life from as he turned to leave for any stray distraction
Yet I am blessed for his deception
The leaving and the liberation crown the angel of redemption
My silent shame and torture ended
And his ignorance and rigid gap removed
My freedom stole in quietly to claim me

Into Tomorrow

Carry me brother hawk
away from all I know
so I may move and breathe
and take my daily rest
my bodies worn, my mind is tired
my spirit runs on thought
it seems my dreams are out of reach

Talk to me sister owl
tell me it's alright
to sit still and find myself
to let myself be lost
knowing that you're here with me
my longing heart still echoes

Patches

Patches

Patches in the sky blood stained by the sun
As duskiness falls over dillion park
Children playing, walkers holding their own pace
Base ballers play catch on either side of me
Oh, how I miss those days being invited to come out

Patches in the sky slowly traverse overhead
As it gets duskier by the minute and temperatures drop below fifties
Children chase after puppy dogs as the patches once blood stained now darker

391 Dreams, Precarious In The Night

Dreams, precarious in the night
Flashbacks of never a time
And the memory breaths,
A touch to liquefy bone
As fear takes residence within the mind
Pleasantry is frightened by the night
The darkness penetrates the iris
Blinding only the eyes
While the mind dissipates from reason
The wakening within the dream
Mutes even the blistering silence
What the mind depicts
Causes the stomach to writhe
The tightening tendrils force the eyes to open
And morning echoes the sin
~
By: Darren J McMurray

comfort zone

Scared ,lost, alone
like when nobodys home.
I need someone to hold my head high.
The feeling everything will be alright.
No one can change this
only me.
Stop feeling sorry and just start
writing a new story to change my life,live
the way i want.
Try not to impress
settle for nothing less.
you want to help ?
just be there. so ill never fear
being alone.

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