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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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VOL DE NUIT : French/English

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

VOL DE NUIT [ title from from novel by St. Exupéry]

Je me sens les yeux
se fermer
lourds comme le plomb
crevés
creux
comme ceux d’un mort
qui sourient
ces yeux à moi.
e
Je me sens l’esprit
s’endormir
léger
timide
rendu
comme un oiseau
perdu
dans son vol de nuit
cet esprit à moi.

NIGHT FLIGHT
I feel my eyes begin
to close
heavy led
sunken
empty
like the smile of the dead
these tired eyes of mine

Untittled

Submitted by The Rain Sprite on Fri, 2013-01-04 08:53

Feel the coldness enveloping you
Listen to the still melody that hangs around the corner of your room
Close your eyes and feel its cold embrace
Forget all the hurts and memories
Drown yourself - bury your heart deep within
Drink your panacea
And fall into deep oblivion
Erase the meaning of life
Just let your heart fall into deep slumber
Must never be awaken
Leave no trace
Let no one find your castle where you sleep
Never fulfill this tale
Never put an end..
Just leave your story unfinished

Bacterial haiku

Submitted by Frenchf on Fri, 2013-01-04 08:35

Was my sore throat you?
head to toe ? Or gym bacteria
Either way twas worth it

The webs of love

Submitted by Jenifer James on Fri, 2013-01-04 06:55

The webs of love are intricately spun:
passionate bodies and sudden bucks of lust,
mouths savored, goblets for gods' good drink,
rich from ancient harvests
of desire
and such helpless tenderness,
when all of that is done-

an unexpected sweetness
a tumble of words without a voice
and then-

bird song

Weaved

Submitted by sueb on Fri, 2013-01-04 05:05

Worries from past
sabotaging present
old memories
haunting tapestries
woven into now
wish they'd take a bow
and exit stage door
don't want them anymore

moms love

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2013-01-04 05:05

I think i shall also abandon poetry
and
write plain and simple prose
so many poems
on mothers did I compose
many were better than prose
as sentiments for mothers... we... can only convey
once in a life's unique way

as nothing on earth can replace a mother
why...
because only she does lifelong bother
to be with us all our lives

mothers love comes before wives
even after she has left

Oh my gosh
what a surprise

just a dream

Submitted by Seren on Fri, 2013-01-04 04:40

Evening
the day after,
mascara on the sheets
tissues on the floor
a Tumbler on its side

Aching limbs
tortured eyes
a mouth that
cannot smile

It wasn't real
Just a horrible dream
and these tears ?
I think
I have something
In my eye

O P A L

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2013-01-04 00:39

the fine dream
like fire mists
a sun behind
the crystal kiss

BUNDLES

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2013-01-03 21:57

I drift to three decades ago
standing beside wife's birthing bed
when time and space appeared to slow
as wide eyes blinked from new son's head.

A wee bundle of what might be
held in this carpenter's tanned arm.
His trust directed straight at me.
Trust that I'd keep him from harm.

For thirty years I've done my best.
Raising a child is never done.
A new father now begins His quest,
this young man who is still my son.

THRENODY

Submitted by Dr Rotimi on Thu, 2013-01-03 16:46

Before you stand we
the blessed fruits of your womb
before your frigid stillness we stand
With heart heavy, broken and bitter
we stand before you rent cocoon,
crushed carapace of tender warmth
lying in the cold grip of death

Paragon of virtue,
the serpent had struck
tell me what broke the hedge?
Was faith bartered for fear?
Love for hate?
Guileless garments for ignoble robes?
Pain not death was the Evic curse;
why then has the joy of procreation
Brought tears in this stygian harvest of death?

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