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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.

 

Raga

The importance of knowing something
as opposed to knowing nothing,
for sure,
imposes a quandary,
words are objects of adoration, sometimes
words bite back from the margins of the page.

Tawny lions in the Gia forest of India roar
the Barbary lion is extinct.

The expedition to the inner landscape changes,
thorny forests of poetry rip the skin.

Love's Light Shining

I’ve found dark places in my mind
but I’ve seen the light there too.
You’ve been the light of my life
since the day I first met you.

You shine your light in my heart
so I’m never lost in the dark.
And I can just look at you
to see love's light shining through.

If you’ve dark places in your mind
I will do the same thing too.
And shine a light from my heart
of all of my love for you.

Remember Me

Decades have lapsed,
Down memory lane,
Do remember me
When I’m gone,
The sojourn was fraught
With love,
Lost loneliness
Yet twas worth our style
Remember me when I’m gone,
Twill be worth your while…

Memories sure are interminable
Love has always so been,
The finale is a matter ordained,
Come hold me,
Remember me for my good
Bad
Also
When we were happy
And sad

For times a fleeting passing phase,
Only memories do for ever remain,
In this brief life’s domain

KARDSTOCK

kaleidescope histories
flutter like moth wings
the unwavering furnace of the filiment
shinning
dark shadows rippling across keen
and blurry edges
and that howl caught in the teeth of fear

windowframes and taunting blames
they dig enough to scar
like blemished hearts
near seashore haunts

and a cold wind comforts
tossling through the hair
of troubles

wink wave of diamond teeth
mirage smile
dexterity of your kindness
I close my eyes and count
the miles

A MOMENT WITH YOU

We speak in a tongue
that none can understand
words that come from deep
which are only heard
by you and I

A spark happens
and a glow
begins to grow
slowly simmering
in the fire of our love.

The distance in this moment
does not exist
we are bound by electricity
that travels through
time and space

I feel you
as if you are here
right next to me
I can smell and touch
your beautiful skin

TRADING PLACES

A trader needed some money badly
To buy goods to sell at Christmas
He went to his friend and a brother
Who works within the court house
He got some money and a quick sales
But fire smoked out his painful gains

Poor trader couldn’t pay back the loan
And did not know how to face his friend
He stayed away since he was troubled
Till his lawyer friend caught up with him
He pleaded with him to buy some time
His angry friend threatened to go to court

Broadway for Lovesick Puppies

A silver stage,
dim lights,
applause, resume.
Silent pause, you assume-
Your electric presence,
my eccentric absence.
And I presume, it's time
for a curtain-call.

You, and me;
that’s all.

(part two of the three poem set can be found at http://new.neopoet.com/node/encore )

Hopefully Polite edit......

In hope we live
In amazement we dwell
At which cross roads of life,
We shall meet,
no one can tell,
But we continue to hope
With our desires
limitations we have to cope.
Meet,
perhaps we shall never,
But friends,
We shall be for ever.
Hopefully...
No!

in homage

this then is poetry,
the skin of our teeth
clinging to words
stealing the breath
of all that remains

bones drying in the sun
splintered by stories of our names

what do we crack open with the
dark shade long shadows make, hiding
from what we profess like sardines compact
in tin cans, the last food in our knapsack
and us with no opening lines,

Incommunicado

I will not let time enter into the fray
the albatross is already perched high
scanning the grey sea with grey eyes.

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