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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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IN WINTER'S DEEP

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2013-01-21 22:57

I inhale a deep and cold dry breath
then breathe out a cloud of fog
in a forest near as still as death
as I walk beside a frozen bog
where shadows stretch from slanting sun.

This first month of the new year
when heavy frosts greet every day
and antlers desert tired buck deer,
brings memories from far away
like painted leaves now all turned dun.

Tired legs lead me to a stump
where I sit to rest a while
and listen to my old heart thump
after hiking a mere quarter mile.
Far off I hear a lone hound run.

M a n a c l e s

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2013-01-21 22:55

like a brides hips
the solid draw rises
and the smooth seas
conscript their jaw mouth
rip
in frothing gunwhale dance
or the stolid placid hypnotic
chance

and the heel of tides
draw the folly of mans design
acoss her play
for keeps

she is beautiful and strong
at her thinnest the weakest
water like a mermaiden song
is more then a forge or iron strong

only three pains

Submitted by loved on Mon, 2013-01-21 13:15

three pains
there are three pains i know of the first is labour and she yells till the one comes out and yells she stops weeping and tears flow of joy now we all know as the voice drowned by the miraculous one.. then she recalls the pain virginous at the hilt when the hymen was split and the joy of pain combined the third pain is when one takes leave and has no more contribution to make the distant horizon bugles a summon leave all behind now let them pain life has to end somehow so wait of what of pain remains..

Who Knows?

Submitted by brittle light on Mon, 2013-01-21 09:15

...but, my love,
might our twilight years turn brittle and cold

shoulders slumped
the shape of question marks
posing
our fate

Transit ions

Submitted by docmaverick on Mon, 2013-01-21 06:06

When the pace begins to get too fast
losing ground with each step taken,

the future is the perpetual past
another night I'll lie awakened.

The guilty will initialize
the innocent will pay the fees,

too late, we'll finally recognize
the bogus, random remedies.

Coerced by circumstances, fate
who's had no heart since birth,

solutions surface, but far too late
so situations fall on earth.

Attempting to keep a tame composure
which is all anyone can do,

Metamorphic

Submitted by BettyBuff on Mon, 2013-01-21 04:54

As landscapes go
its not dramatic
no high plains drama
no fragmented paving stones

the cliffs are banded
like wrapped candy-cane

Not even a lighthouse
to relieve the ash-like mud lines

It has a timeless sense
I could be a Victorian
a genteel visitor
or a rocker's moll

I sit on a gluteus shaped dip
of rock on the shore
in fact- place of daughters
genesis

her dad thrust & fumbled
under cover of twinkling
sheets soft ebbing swooshes

Gave me what I wanted

water beds (my first haiku)

Submitted by the_fool on Mon, 2013-01-21 04:08

fish finished fucking,
both breathless and soaked, must one
sleep in the dry spot?

Love

Submitted by corbyCSJcorbs on Mon, 2013-01-21 02:07

Love pierces the broken heart into a thousand pieces
My love, the continuous blood that is flowing
Knowing I lost the chance
Knowing I can’t get it back
The stained blood on the carpet
The imprint of my love
I was at war with love
Love has won
And took my soul…

A final respect in red, as she requested

Submitted by Jenifer James on Mon, 2013-01-21 01:40

I will wear red for Mary on this, her funeral day,
This tumbledown wet morning
Hemorrhaging manure and mud,
Her small farm
Deep in nettles and rusted things,

Scented with cows’ breath.

The whine of wet dogs
Still haunt the hollow barn,
Roof tiles missing, sky winking.

The frog-squat of the ancient church,
The place to give her up,
Chilled mourners
Stamp impatient feet on the damp slate floor-
Not quite approving of her life

the manner of her death -

The Wanted

Submitted by Desell on Sun, 2013-01-20 23:57

Plague of the town
Hide when he is seen
He is believed to be dangerous
Though evil as he may be
He is indeed wanted…
Wanted for others satisfaction
To curse at…
To throw rocks at…

Miserable because of his ways
He cannot find happiness
Collapsing faith crushes the mind
His mission, to change you
He is very wanted…
Wanted for others satisfaction
To hit…
To make bleed…

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