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Neopoet Weekly 09/22/24 to 09/28/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-28 15:22

   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!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-21 14:59

                                                                                      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!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Thu, 2024-09-19 21:21

 

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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Neopoet Weekly 09/8/24 to 09/14/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-14 14:30

This Week’s Winner is  Edward nigma

 

 Cage of cards

 

 Chaotically clustered
cage of
cards covering
all
cynically silent
sides of life
plainly plastered
before my
persistently passing
presence of
the present day.
Thoughtlessly thrashing
out the leisurely
overlapping lanes
of possibilities
prancing through
the pressuring palms
of probability.
With a single stern stomp
taking back the cross
mask of control.
There steadily
stumbled down
the obliquely built
walls of ambiguity
freely falling at
my frivolously
fleeting feet.
Vigorously revealing
the vaguely vapid
valley of victorious
vultures who
persistently preys
upon the weak
minded ones
who decisively numb
themselves within naivety .
But still
I walk forth
ahead through
the foreboding facade
of fear
lying before me.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/01/24 to 09/07/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-09-08 00:50

This Week’s Winner is Trail

 

Echoes

 

Once there was a man
Who wrote beautiful music
He wrote the music because he was sad
He was sad because he was all alone

But he was noticed for his music
He ended up being loved for it
And in being loved
He lost his sadness
And his music soon after

 

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violette sanctuate

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2013-02-21 00:13

enrich gain suffer
the hot chill buffer
running down the steam bed
feilds
like gutter rain
rivers

taming hearts run wild
spent broken free
and running

your press on hearts
slipping free like the
heels of your shoes
fleeting past
the ochre ache
in the sigh past midnight

Press a palm against the
grainy smudged need
like a needles sting
gripped in your clean
smile

this still life
pocket compact
realm

Irrational Man

Submitted by brittle light on Wed, 2013-02-20 07:55

she's lickably luscious
delectably plump
laced in skimp and lotions

my senses and notions
in mental commotion
floundering, reckless
in churning emotion

then,
that 'come-hither' look
the hook
the crook

and so I took
a ravenous
bite

god, I hope she's not poisonous

the Dark Jzourahpaddee

Submitted by docmaverick on Wed, 2013-02-20 07:52

As the Day’s dust slowly settles
the Evening turns her back, on the Sun;
and you’ve yet to sing, the song Night’ll bring,
for the Day’s not really, quite done;

Somewhere, lurking in the shadows
with a watchful eye upon you,
lurks a demon ugly, the Dark Jzourahpaddee;
you’ll be his, before the Night is through !

There are no “tell-tale” clues, with these guys;
and you cannot “wish” them, away;
I’m afraid, my dear friend, to the “bitter end”,
it doesn't matter what you do, or say.

Infatuation

Submitted by jzarmel on Wed, 2013-02-20 02:17

First i feel an aura
That can calm any storm
Heal any pain for the
Rest of time then adorn
A smile i do, as her lips
Move to form the word hello
Her voice sensual, crisp
I was nervous but now mellowed
Still in aw by her glance
That sends me into a heaven
Only known through her dance
Her body's blessing
How she smells, is a mix of fruit
And flower, quite fragrant
Theraputic. Feeling stupid
That a dream is my infatuation

how dare you?

Submitted by sunscreen on Wed, 2013-02-20 02:13

How dare you compare me to him?
The one who ruined everything we had.
The manipulative selfish asshole.

After all I've forgiven
My heart you've stricken
You leave me smitten.

Selflessly I was there
my love I despair
Hatred I declare.

I'm still waiting here
Behind the setting sun
where we once stayed.

Close the door to the world
blind my existence
Leave me distraught and angry.

Unfinished 10/2010

Submitted by gdireneoe on Tue, 2013-02-19 19:06

31.10.10

Uh Oh...Poem

Woman know you are his home
In him, for you only has been placed a compass
A tenderhood lives within his soul
And he lists
Always to you
Of his heart comes the certain sweetness
Even as manhood's brusque gruff barnacles coat
No matter where
Or with whom
He is home
In you

*******

Vission

Submitted by club special on Tue, 2013-02-19 19:03

At the bottom of a large glass
Dies, tommorrows virtue

Saintly vision; hears not
Its tethered wings
Are blind

The maverick eye; feels not
Lidded affliction
Casts its thoughts towards sleep

EPISTLE

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Tue, 2013-02-19 14:35

Epistle to a brother,
struck by the thistle with it's thorns,
a horn that blows the doom of paled religion,
dark and gloomy, deep and deadly,
the sound of organs playing
in the blue of the lagoon.

Infantalization

Submitted by Geremia on Tue, 2013-02-19 14:07

INFANTALIZATION

You were the first
I was the last
a child of circumstance
filling an empty space.
I sought my definition
in your shadow
a cold and dark place
a field left fallow
where no loving seed
could grow.

Your world is colorless
Your silence piercing
Your words unforgiving.
And when you speak
I am as a child
again.

slavacious

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2013-02-19 13:29

voracity
devours the mornings thin glint
shinning like a pin

as a pain
that mourns the moult
when useless wings
on angels float
shadowless
and pensive post
the tactile visions
guarded float

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