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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.

 

Fallen

It was love at first sight
Or so they say,
I lost my heart
So why give it Away.

He came unannounced
From the back of beyond
I couldn't believe my eyes!
Here was love,
Here was an angel in disguise

I made an ass of myself
When I was caught in the act -
Lurging forward as if to attack.
He smiled at me, to give me some slack.

So as with Adam
Who blamed it on Eve
I said my goodbyes
and took my leave!

Bj 24 June '11

OF ANCIENT INVIOLABLES - IKAAN

Some taboos in our tradition reveal
Not mere structures of steps and rites
In burial observances, crowning a king
Or passages in marriages and successions
But potent pillars of tacit family ties

The slaughtered cow or goat has rules
Household of the first son takes the head
The waist is sent to his maternal origin
The legs with contrariety attached
Like what the owl and the rabbit say:

rain

i.

you drew clouds
under my feet
to break my fall

only light
this side
of creation

salmon skies
embraced
your tenderness

ii.

I heard
your heart
calling

only love
will show
the way

let us
reconcile
this passion

before
it turns
to rain

and earth
swallows
our tears

goodbye
goodbye
we meet again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJNB8fXje3I

CLICHES workshop poem :It only comes once

CLICHES workshop: It only comes once

It's all good<
Until you hurt some one
Keep it on the down low<
It’s best they don’t find out
It ain't nothing but a chicken wing<
When I look at the scheme of things

I am truly
Hot to trot<
To see what comes of this
A mile a minute<
You run your mouth
To many cooks spoil the broth<
Then plans fall apart
Silence is golden<
Just keep your trap shut

WASTE NOT

Once a fancified city slicker feller
was driving down a country road
when he hit a deer busting his radiater
scared him so bad he near dropped a load

I reckon the dude was still in luck
'cuz there wuz a farm house in sight
of where he had to stop his truck
a mere phone call would set things right

So he eased up on the porch on front
where he was met by a three legged pig
which hopped about with happy grunt
the oinker was both tame and big

RUSE

uncovered and revealed
the revelation untwined
the false dawning of all
the word submerged

held at the edge
like a frightened wave
like aurora sweeping
I seek you
I see you

in the falling winter rains
in the dark river mane
I hear you whisper my name
where my heart you claimed

desire you said was a cutting flame
where you would remove the chains
where the gate called fame
would remove the opulence of
innocence like a smashed chalice

Unoriginal (Cliche Workshop)

I'm game
Fresh as a summer's rain
A rolling stone gathering
no moss
A mile a minute

My frame
The lesser of two evils
Is a necessary evil
My acid test
Rotten to the core

I'm sane
Nose to the grindstone
The icing on the cake
that knocks
the cover off the ball
and Knocks that ball
Right out of the park

Cry Me a River (Cliche's Workshop Poem)

It's all good when some say
Keep it on the down low
then it ain't nothing but a chicken wing

There are those that insist on having it their way
Too hot to trot when expected to change
Then talk a mile a minute tuning out understanding

At other times too many cooks spoil the broth
then Silence is golden
and emotions are free as a bird

When love is blind
sex becomes a necessary evil and
all hands to the pump lose control

Life

Old woman in the corner
Bent and weary worn
Regales her family with days of yore.

When it was all good and
Wrinkles were like hens teeth
And false teeth were on the down low.

Life goes a mile a minute
When your filled with the vigour of youth
A rolling stone gathers no moss

Free as a bird and 
fresh as the summers rain
Your love is deeper than the deepest ocean

But it's nose to the grind stone
There is no icing on the cake
Too many cooks spoil the broth 

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