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

   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!

                                                                                      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!

 

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!

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

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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Watching

Body shattered

beyond repair

kicked, battered

bypassers stared

Good Samaritan

no longer exists

fear spreading

guardian’s a myth

Waiting to intervene

hesitatation

ruptured spleen

devastation

For myself, no respect

stood crying

cause and effect

my soul’s dying

what are we but a part of thee ..family

we are a great family
till our sojourn on this earth
no one is ever attached to anyone
for ever after birth

we all move on..

all my best teachers were unmarried
yet we found the warmth in them
that has till today
I proclaim
made me worth a living soul
till I remain

after that who knows?

you are one such person
for whom I have regards high
and find the sky not high enough …

small poem

we are naked in the kitchen, lip to cheek
I am white as pearl, soft with sleep
toast burns, but on the floor

sand glitters diamonds-

memory of ocean, long bleached ribs of beach
your wind dried body, complexity of male
wrapped deep around my pale

translucent peace

Peppermint Tea

It's 6am
our Spaniel yawns
and pads softly

scratches and whines
his needs override
mine

he escapes effortlessly

I'm trapped in bleary
ablution
tea and toast the
usual solution

bubbles swirling inside me
wrapped in fleece

I sit like a bloated
furry animal
the dog nestles
sensing
kinship

I sip peppermint tea
in lady-like fashion
with a curly-haired dog
on my knee

A waft of malodorous
emission

Flipping Papers

When they flipped those papers
I just broke down
It was all going away, all the pain of yesterday
I laughed hysterically at my own lies
As I felt myself come undone from their ties

Blinding darkness dimmed against the light
Freedom! I’ve come back again
Smiling is no longer fake
Living no longer a chore
All those silly days and all their silly ways
Is a distant memory now
Like something my brain won’t allow

e n t r e . . .n o u s

light down the hall
auspicious
and the dreams of
nerves
speeding
in the vein

sunlight along the
hearts pulse
like the current of
wind raising sand
to a vision kept
burning
the brilliant torch

the soul is a photo
scratched behind
broken glass
the rain has drenched
its kiss through years
stained like swollen
passion
held damp in warm hands

a bite sharp and bitter
from the shards
sharp as the worn familiar
hand of cards

All I see is Red

I listen to the radio
And all I hear is hate
I turn on my TV set
And I hear there's no debate

Well I can feel the change wind
Blowing on my head
I look to the red, white, and blue
But all I see is red

Take away the weapons
For the actions of a few
While babies are being murdered
Does it make sense to you?

I'm just an old country boy
Who grew up with country pride
And all the damned injustice
I just can't abide

Caught

Having discovered you,
beside him,
no,not even a her,
frozen,
arms entwined,
caught as only lovers can be caught
The air whispering intimacy,
horror
the experience of
the one who caught you

You did not deny it.
You just said "you wouldn't mind would you?"
Unknowing of the pain caused by your ignorance
Hoping you could lead life
doubling up me with him,
or was it him with me?

Which came first?
or did neither?

OPTION

How I got here
doesn't matter
no one cares

A guy who loves
the open spaces
....one stupid mistake........
now forty years
and I'm forty two
in essence

Life

In this concrete room
.no trees
..no grass
...no breeze
one step up
while no one watches
and memory
drifts to
.....forests
(fit "necktie" snuggly)

Life in here
unacceptable
Just as I step off
I pray
for strong knots............

The Child Is Father Of The Man

The wistful gaze of the child
thoughts so pure, actions mild
untainted by life’s cruelty
lost in innocent revelry

I admire their guileless devotion
motivated by simple emotion
a generous hug, a cheek kiss
every day they fill me with bliss

I wish I could see through their eyes
no hatred filled thoughts, no guise
sadness has not yet blotted their heart
honour, integrity still intact

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