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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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a Zen story

Men with guns rule the world
we are not oblivious if we take
advantage of the Ohio sun bearing
down late October;
if we walk along
the Erie Canal,
name the flora and fauna we can never
know from the inside but for the gift
of being human.

The heron speared a perch, we waited and left,
it takes a long
time for a fish to die and be swallowed,
I had a lucid dream once, perhaps it was you,
smoke-feathered coming closer...

Exist

I scream and shout
but no one can hear me
I'm mute in their world.

I die a little in increments,  
then revive just enough to survive,
at the end of the day.

We are an alien clan ,
set to wander upon this small planet,
cocooned in our own universe.

How could anyone fathom 
the tangled depths, of another's despair,
and heights of their joy.

When we meet we will lay our burdens down,
we will need no more.
We will exist for one another.
Nothing more.

IT WAS A DREAM - 2

The relapse was swift
the scenes changed fast
I could hardly describe
the transport and the means
That took me far away
not by air, land and sea
I found myself in a place so strange
In the middle of a great hanging bridge
Over a large expanse of water
Suddenly
the bridge collapsed in front of me
Terrified
I ran faster than I had ever done
To get to the edge of the bridge
But not fast enough
to cover the stretch
I was afraid of being drowned
So I leaped and soared into space

The Warring Within Me

A  The Warring Within Me

Hard  trying to stay warned
Of conflicts warring in my soul 
The will to live, desiring Sheol 
Freeness from pain lingering in my veins

I look to heaven, thankful for moments, between 
Depressed, feeling distress, none to late
Inner peace increases,  demise releases, as
I lie upon my sick bed, tie-in to God's message

Defending my reasons for leisure
Has become treason
A desirous, Industrious way burns within me
Feeling lazy, mentally dazed

Who did we think we are?

Did we happen to surrender
small chunks of earth we claimed
as our own for a musical pathway to the stars?
Did prayer flags unfurl our camel's survival
in that lonely oasis of our vampire eyes,
why did no one meet us
with the rising sun?

Where were all the unopened doors?

Dead Tree in the Forest

Stark among the lush of youth

tall, unashamed

no leaves twirl downward

no fertile blanket of rot

to feed saplings

fresh with green sprigs.

Many seasons

they have tasted your nourishment.

Do they regard your wisdom

whispered in the mountain breeze?

Do they believe tales told of

life on the hill,

of cycles of torrents, droughts,

penetrating frosts and mountains

of drifted snow?

Do they devour the lore

falling among the leaves?

IT WAS A DREAM - 1

I saw a monster whose face was blank
With all my strength I tried to run
Something held my legs and dragged them along
Every step was hard a task to do
A witch flew with spells across the sky
I stumbled and began to crawl
Crawling was not easier either
How to escape was all I could think
Each move brought the monster closer
What was that? I turned to look
There it was in changing mode
A strange looking mountain gorilla
An elephant in a human form
A formless entity with all our fears

Integrity

the hand that reaches across oceans
does not sing a siren's lullaby
does not churn the sea to give birth,
for love makes no demands and spares
neither blossom nor rind
but feeds the magnetic heart
with the scent of ripened fruit,
bearing memory and unyielding pleasure
like a lotus that unfolds,
petal to petal,

only the wisest owl takes life into
consideration, leaves his perch and
flies away, homeless for the sky.

Savor the Moment

A moment united
An awesome distinct thought,
point of view, none imagined

an idea freshly decided
initiated from creative cruxes of poetic etches
should be mounted, the next time

unveiled nuggets, shimmer in the light of your eyes
and, enhance taste, savoring the moment

My Poetic Child

Oh, child
you brighten
the darkest
sky

oh, you have grown
intro a young man
that embraces
ecstacy

you took my demons
as you became home
to my wildest
dream

a tear of joy
falls on my pad
my dark thoughts
flee at your sight

son, this world
felt monotonous
until you smiled
and my worries
were on the first flight
out of my mind

when I almost lost you
I became useless
As the time hesitated

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