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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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Hot or cold?

Submitted by Frenchf on Fri, 2013-01-25 18:34

Do I prefer being hot or cold
The former i guess, if I were old
Fans whirring
ice slurping
stone as cold as can be

Cold floors to lie on
Swimming pools to dive in
The cold cold sea

Cotton dresses,
Sun glasses
Sweat trickling free

Water fights
Sound nice
When you're as hot as can be

Forty f.cking five degrees.
Or minus 2 and freeze freeze freeze

I AM by John Clare (GREAT POETRY WORKSHOP)

Submitted by BettyBuff on Fri, 2013-01-25 10:53

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

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what more love can man /woman /being expect

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2013-01-25 07:48

than to be loved
despite ones anonymity
city
and being black or beauty
across the seven seas
Canada to Florida
Aussie maybe
or from Amazon ...
let not my being disturb anyone
for I am brought by the Divine
if there be one
to spread peace and comfort
for all down trodden...
so let it be my mission
yes under you all an admission
go not by my gender
colour or breed
just read this bard
and
of all anxiety be freed.

Another open eyed night

Submitted by themoonman on Fri, 2013-01-25 04:16

Lay me down in burning coals
I really need to sleep

America's war on a noun
justice is never guaranteed
ask the prisoners
at Guantanamo

Two weeks of the noun's budget
would feed every starving child
on Earth
and house the homeless here

then She'd be a leader

lay me down in burning coals
maybe then I'll sleep

Incantations of Seduction

Submitted by Seren on Fri, 2013-01-25 02:31

I felt your hand
 bunched
  in Egyptian cotton,
   unbinding
    a day’s inhibitions
     fabric curtained
      and fell, with it
       restraint
floated away

you come within
 fingers of breath
  from my lips,
   a tongue’s touch
    of bare tips
     stroking desire
      the scent of your lust,
overwhelms

Khaki Rainbows

Submitted by BettyBuff on Thu, 2013-01-24 03:36

Thunderous sprays of Khaki
Rainbows
smeared
my view today

The unremitting gloom
of Shetland skies
scurried over
Viking island
rooms

No romance bestowed
in Nordic skies
No ancient runes
bestowing order
and chance allowed

The pig squeal
of wipers on windscreens
like balloons squashed
on silica

Crashing through the
drear dry dock
a caught chain
crusting with ferrous
markings

like a ghost snake
wrapped around
the fisher mans catch

Rendition

Submitted by Seren on Thu, 2013-01-24 03:30

it was not until barren plains
 made a home in me,
my lips were chewed
 from the search for something
I didn’t and could never possess
 (I thought)
 
endlessly, I felt awash, 
 chiseling new geography
my dusty visage changed posture,
 carving numbers into my spine
 
I found an answer
 
but was it just too little ?
 pink lines marked the path
but still, I hadn’t wanted to see,
 I clenched my hands
and strange visions of whiteness
 lined every road I travelled …
 
I never looked,

Happy birthday dear Aquarians wef 21 Jan all years ..

Submitted by loved on Thu, 2013-01-24 02:55

A very Happy Birthday
to all AQUARIANS

Beauty rebounds in your folds
you are soft and sweet too
so many love you
but you must take care of flatterers
who try to woo you...
ere you fall too

but since 'tis your birthday today
in the light of sun may you stay..
have a Happy Birthday
and bathe also today..

the beaches are warm still
they beckon you in bikinis,
if you only will...
Happy Birthday
to all
AQUARIANS
today

touchstone

Submitted by judyanne on Wed, 2013-01-23 23:27

to talk of
changing winds
shattered dreams
is trite
cliché

clumsy of the reality

naivety unperceiving how
the dark is hidden deep within
the light of
childhood kingdoms
awaiting Azrael
to steal innocence
.

Fairground attraction

Submitted by Frenchf on Wed, 2013-01-23 15:57

Children, a roller-coaster
High above ground
Why do they go to fairgrounds
Why send them?
Is it the death wish
they scream overhead?
catapulted in and out of space
snapping like rubber bands
Out and in, in and out
Death held in hands
gripping the bars of the
gilded temporary prison
from which they wish to be ejected
yet hanging on for dear life
Wishing to live but asking
never more to return
until they slow down
to land on terra firma.
Will they be
in one piece or more?

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