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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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Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest Winner!

 

The Winner of the Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest is  scribbler

 

AUTUMN'S CUSP

 

 

Mid October a cool day
with a northern cooling breeze.
All hints of summer gone away.
The few green leaves are just a tease.

Tomorrow will bring the first frost
so this day finds me 'neath the trees
absorbing warmth before its lost
and limbering up titanium knees.

For I'm not what I once was.
Time has seen that I am not,
So I sit on a stump to take a pause
and breathe autumn's scent which I'd forgot.

Then turn my face up to the sky
as cool front winds begin to blow.
I watch the clouds as they race by.
They leave like friends I used to know.

My eyes water from sun's glare
so I drop my head down to my chest
letting my chin settle there
while I count the ways that I am blessed.

I'm blessed with our cabin in the trees
I'm blessed with seeing one more fall.
I'm blessed with grandchildren to tease.
I'm blessed with being here at all.

I watch a squirrel climb to its nest
for now the sun is getting low
so ere' it reaches ridge's crest
I arise then turn and go.

 

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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

P a l l M a u l z

void a check
crushed like a fender slender

pull it tight
back from the skew
strut on and on

glamour smash

paint fleck and rust dust
your glitter annointments
the gleaming backscatter

crawling hunger licking
like a hot blue wave

Today- (Yesterday Now)

It came to me as I browsed my pictures
That time of nature was evolving
Changing life forms each day
A creep of a vine, the swelling bud
That in time will bear flowers

A sanctuary for the busy bees that awake
Yet I have heard that drone of the humble
Way before the bee, sipping the early flower
Bumble, I wonder why they seem to be drunk
Holding onto those blooms in fresh breezes

KOAN

walking without tracks
I moved

beneath a torn sky
lame of light

passing the lacquered skull
bonded to its talisman’s
forgery

finding shamans
with blunt knives
eating the blame

watching
each sacred breath
tarnish bodies
aging fates

gaunt thieves hover
keyless
before nirvana

I enter
through the single crack
where
paradox explodes

unveiling

The Hidden way

PARTIAL LIST (a list poem)

These are a few things that I love
a rainbow arching high above
the fresh smell of new cut grass
a flight of wild geese as they pass
first peanut butter from a jar
thunder rumbling from afar
fresh potato chips are great
on unposted unlocked pasture gate
the chorus from an evening fen
watching squirrels exit their den
fishing in the warmth of spring
hearing dove and whippoorwills both sing
the harmony of hunting beagles
defiant screech of lonely eagles
the smell of rain on hot asphalt

what do you say

my house where I was born
is in shambles
I can’t demolish it any way
as some day they will want to know

all about my birth
place of birth

and

final death…
where I was exhumed
to amass such wealth of knowledge
none gave merit to
when I lived….

now they all want to earn a dollar
a bit of pounds
and have many rounds
to find where the parents
made good of their conception
which evolved around

an unsung hero….

till today…

Krumbz

saturation ghost
there are flicker visions
resting in neon

pallid like a shelter of dust
clinging
viscosity of being

I am hungry
and finding the trail
tasteful
and lingering

starvation meaning
brilliant
in its dream

tall on its legs
limber on the frame

backlit and steady
you lead me
deeper
beneath the eclipse of
stars
flaming and caustic

words of caution
like the flare in a votive
prayer

we step together
into the territory

The House Painter

He works,
a dialogue of tide ebbs and flows.
He works,
a paradigm of clouds tantalise triumphantly in procession.

He engages with the polemics of a ceiling's defects of character,
beauty happens.
He finds the line and talks with a wall's memories,
beauty happens

Meal ticket

The door shuts behind,
key turns, footsteps
stravege after
a tedious shift;

eyes lift up
then revert back
to telly, magazine,
PS3 and tablet.

The dining table
is empty yet cluttered--
inhabited by non-edible,
non-essential stuff.

"There should be
something or other
in the fridge,"
a mouth points.

"Got that, thanks."
Footsteps stravege back,
that's what it feels like
to be a meal-ticket.

The door slams shut.

Soon

Cold as water, the escalator cascades.
Floating away, channelled by glass,
I'm out of this shiny mall
and home, via more machines,
to my shuttered room.

The bed is tender, the lamp touch sensitive.
(hands splintered by age,
mottled skin a colour blind test)

I'm hollowed out to a small moment pinched tight.
Within the light is bluish
like the sun shining through ice,
or snow.

Politicula

Politicula

cold and crumbling circles take us
breathed by broods of basilisks make us

blinding minds to yawning flaws, metal shards

the dead man's cards

basilisk bards

despair

The words of prophets nourish

the curds of profits flourish

political genome linked

watch the planet decay, we blinked

the obvious is there

oppressive games pick their

players like FBI or MI6, KGB, or CIA

corporatic incomes pay

rise rise rise, a bully's knuckle

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