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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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Finding the Way

Submitted by Rula on Sun, 2013-02-10 11:36

I look upon the dome when dawn has shown,
a light, a promise basks another day,
 a pearl of glory crept and slowly grown
fulfilling sights and hearts once went astray.
When darkness wraps, and eyen can't find the way,
aloof, and only high one finds the lost
whereas the helpless, hopeless souls exhaust.

**eyen" is the plural of eye as in child and ox
 

Workshop: 
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Untamed temerity By Roscoe Lane (Great Poetry Workshop)

Submitted by Rula on Sun, 2013-02-10 11:27

Untamed temerity

Broke the morning air with an uneven stride,
stole three kisses from a bachelor’s loving bride.
Surely I was happy I had nothing of worth to hide,
been working so hard to turn down my secular pride.

Wave after wave kept rolling on their wetted sand,
kept my powder dry, my canon close to my left hand.
the nihilistic brotherhood of toff’s couldn’t understand,
you pluck no other’s strings if you’re a one man bland.

Workshop: 
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The Accidental Contestant

Submitted by docmaverick on Sun, 2013-02-10 10:22

My reply may quick; betray
but, it is yours that morphs to grey;

I'm beside myself, and not from any lice !

I loathe to be me, is what's true
so, the only thing that I can do;

is pick two seats, and calmly sit down twice.

~

A plethoric myriad of thoughts
escapes my brain like small robots

coercing all pedestrians to pause;

good thing for them, the lights glowed, red
for over half, changed their minds, instead;

that break alone saved barrels full of gauze !

~

UNTITLED

Submitted by Geremia on Sun, 2013-02-10 09:01

UNTITLED

It is you I have placed
above myself
and all others,

It is you my soul clings to
in my dying days
and for whom my heart sorrows
when there are no more tomorrows.

It is for you I will sing
my last song.

It is you I will remember
when I am gone.

Memento Vivere

Submitted by Shamoneness on Sat, 2013-02-09 23:30

When we’re old and decaying
And our souls set free
Our limbs will become trees
And from out those trees
Our fingers form leaves
And from out our mouths
Sprout words,
That will form into birds
And these birds will fly
To the peak of the sky
And sing songs that ring
Immortal melodies
That sift through the breeze

GOING HOME AGAIN

Submitted by scribbler on Sat, 2013-02-09 16:48

A barred owl starts to have his say
from a lone ridge not far away
just as the shadows start to merge
and east sky fades from blue to gray
informing me it's time to go.

Go home now, my tired bones urge
before the dimmer stars emerge.
Time to leave these woods behind
ere daylight is completely purged
taking the quarter moon in tow.

I've found what I came here to find
a quieter more peaceful mind
in lands that pay me little heed
nor make allowance for mankind
yet tolerate me even so.

Epiphanies

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2013-02-09 16:05

EPIPHANIES

I let my silence speak
what words fail to tell…..
meaningless is the flow
of metaphor and rhyme
when you only see
a shadow of me
in space and time.

I wonnder at life's mysteries
and seem to wander too deeply
into myself
only to discover
there are no epiphanies

Mama

Submitted by crypticbard on Sat, 2013-02-09 15:26

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Once,
so long ago now, it seems;
Every thing touched
& everywhere
that I turned,
her scent permeated
both air & skin.

.

MAMMA

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sat, 2013-02-09 14:06

I feel your joy mamma,
as in the morning sun,
light strikes the diamonds on the trees,
their dripping
makes a music for my thoughts,
shakes bare bushes down below,
as when you too,
went out in morning's air, rejoiced,
took deep breaths, filled your lungs, 
and doing so filled your heart with songs
of happiness, so glad,
not mad you'd say,
just sensing all around,
allowing nature to whisper,
thud, in notes of natural things.

love searching

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2013-02-09 09:41

What of love, true you say
Over the ages
I’ve read in many pages
folks trying to define love
in its myriad forms

Some say its infatuation
others it’s lust
many think about it as
singular sex

Moms love can hardly be so included

But in two human beings
of a certain age
and opposite nature
love springs like a fountain
from mid oceanic water

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