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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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Expressions

Submitted by themoonman on Fri, 2013-01-18 22:36

The art of getting through
like a canvas filled with sadness,
a word that causes thought
yields us to our common steps.

Standing on the desert butte
just as the sun goes down,
within the orange magnificence
I stretch to kiss the clouds.

A look-at-me-I'm-sexy waitress
working for her tips,
one whiff of her flavored naughtiness
I can't help but flirt a bit.

Age

Submitted by Ian.T on Fri, 2013-01-18 18:42

A Skit on Age

Had I the golden charms of youth, I would sell them
To be solemn, I laugh at the serious things
Crater lines, as the Grand Canyons cross my face
As to the hair it blew away last autumns storm

I inhaled the passive smoke, against all healthy laws
Gold wraps my twisted fingers worn so thin as is my smile
Rare endeavours of reaching up for printer paper, too late,
Pallid pages, ink spilling, psychologists pictures made

Solent Sleep

Submitted by BettyBuff on Fri, 2013-01-18 18:30

Raw blades
baste blue flesh
walking on the
shoreline

The Solent looking
like a malevolent
ash pit

Grey
eerily still
the colour of a
death sheet

Each step
crunching like
broken glass
on frozen terrain

I want to be
adventurous
but the air
I breath
is pitiless

The dinghies sailed
by brave frost biters
race by
mocking my timidity

Affair

Submitted by sueb on Fri, 2013-01-18 04:28

Warm lips
eagerly met
tears fall
soaking wet
hot embrace
face to face
family forgotten
lovers eyes
hypnotise
hunger spent
lovers repent
leave in a daze
memory sways
husband and wife
another life

OLD QUILT DAY

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2013-01-17 21:54

On this day, cold damp and gray
I look through rain drenched window pane
as mantle clock tics time away
while outside chill bare tree limbs sway.

I try to ignore old joints' pain,
another alteration brought by age
enhanced, perhaps, by winter rain.
No good is gained should I complain.

Another day, another page
yet one more day of living's paid
as I step closer to old age
a journey against which I rage.

Good Loving and Sex

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Thu, 2013-01-17 20:04

good loving seals a broken heart
ease a crush spirit, when
love is gone and sex is stale

trying to hold on to what you had
is in vain, the fire is out
red sparks no longer shimmer

ashes grayish, some darkish
cover the chimney heart
love and passion once burned

dark lonely existence
behind sad eyes remembering
face glowing from love, lost

TROLLO

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2013-01-17 10:07

patent bodysuit
wagers slung in lycra
gusset flags
taut between tall
storms

the valley flossing
full of perfumes
and heat

blossoms of want
like a dream fingered
full of PDF braille

stubble gooseflesh
rush read aloud
while naked winds
snake like a serpents
hiss around

poets ..relatives ..friends

Submitted by loved on Thu, 2013-01-17 09:47

friends.... poets.... family

I started life
with a large family strewn all over,
over 200

each so individualistically individual ,
it made me marvel..

thus I undertook the study of the human mind...
some were very rich
many very, very, very poor
but it made no difference to me

(even though then I was very okay…
yeah rich,)

as they all did to me endear.

A Muse

Submitted by Ian.T on Thu, 2013-01-17 03:38

The day became unbearable
Until I heard someone say
You must think of things inside
As poets do each day

There inside is a world
Of dreams and many scenes
A cool mountain breeze
Dancing with the trees

Then waters stretching far
To that distant shore
There send fresh crispy air
They will feel you there

Let the good memories fly
To those you love
That in the by and by
They will have them too

impossible dreams

Submitted by Seren on Thu, 2013-01-17 03:02

I longed for more time
to lay cornerstones,
but life had started
detaching my soles

I wanted more daylight
to see a Galaxy of beauty
that rested,
within one finger of breath

I desired of many things

to walk the Ponte Vecchio
and glimmer in its wares,
casting a reflection in the Arno
that wavered to the Vasari

to shelter
beneath a Sistine vision
as Michelangelo, Raphael
Botticelli and Bernini
dart in and out
of my haunt,
smudging all in view

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