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Neopoet Weekly 09/29/24 to 10/05/24 Winner!

This Week’s winner is  Twizzle48

 

WHISPERING WOODS

 

WHISPERING WOODS

Perhaps the rustling leaves are telling the tree’s tale
Whispering, such that only those listening may hear
Only when it is in tune, may the message be clear
Yet unless easily understood, it will be of little avail

The breeze is a medium, but other connections too
To share, an underground root network also serves
It’s communication via a kind of complex of nerves
No myths or stories, as all that’s shared will be true

Summer is a competition for sunlight, as if in a duel
In autumn it is time for the farewell to falling leaves
Yet the first snow of winter is as an axe that cleaves
But next spring, it’s the buzz of growth and renewal

The style of the telling is not random, but planned
Facts the trees near and far, eventually get to know
But its sending and receipt is effective, even if slow
Nature’s sagas few of us will ever get to understand

September 2024 Contest Winners!

September 2024 Contest Winners

 

Congratulations to all our contest winners

 

The Winner of the What is Life? Is Alex Tanner

 

Life Is What You Are

 

There's a time to go back to live life again,
Let the boy who was fearless be reborn just the same;
Command the old man who grumbles and moans
Of the aches and the pains that torment his old bones.

Ride his bike one more time, no brakes, hands free,
Skate winter's froze pond where he knows not to be,
Go down to the river for frogs, newts, dragonfly,
Climb gnarled oaks so tall they caress azure sky.

Boot footballs, play rugby in fields full of mud.
Wash knees in ice water to clean off the blood
From kicks and from falls but never no pain
Just laughter as into the fray once again.

No laptops, no mobiles perhaps no tv,
But they were not wanted this boy he was free.
Free from an age of want yet to come
To go where he pleases till hungry then home.

From dawn until dusk he was out all around,
With his numerous pals no trouble was found,
Nor was it sought, just laughter and fun
Or maybe some girls as adolescence begun.

The old man sits straight and a smile lights his face
He'll do what he can and if he seems a disgrace?
A silly old sod who ought to know better,
By God! life's for living, he'll show he's no quitter.

 

The winner of the 09/24 The Bully is Tawny023

 

Encroach and Invade

 

Mold is an inconspicuous bully
Decomposes reds, yellows, oranges
Blues, and even lime greens
Does not matter its outer shape
Covets the wetness deep inside
Feeds and declares dominance
Nest and festers, spreads
Like vermin and vectors
Permeates and inhibits
Its host hold on to structure
While degrading its bonds
In order to have its way with
Just about any old living thing
A temperamental nuisance
But it’s grotesque mold juice
caught the eye of Dr. Fleming
Its usefulness is no other
Than the holy grail
called Penicillin
Which fights viruses that would
Otherwise make human’s
procreation unviable and
Their deaths excruciating

 

The winner of the 09/24 Bon Fire is RoseBlack

 

Bon Fire

 

Moon high; middle of the night.
Drums thumping; bumping in hypnotic flight.
Cloaked hoods fall to the ground,
scattered chants mix with the eerie sound.

Candle wax burns at the fingertips;
Hecate's breath embraces swaying hips.
Shadows dance amongst the flames,
linking spirits to our world without shame.

'Tis our season, witches take hold,
The magic runs hot and bold.
Our veil is thinning, hear the roar of the thunder,
when the living and the dead are no longer asunder.

 

The winner of the 09/24 Under the boardwalk is  Lavender

 

Along The Windy Shore

 

I remember you
and your lit-up smile
under the salty boardwalk.
You were seventeen
with your tousled hair
along the windy shore.

Such a time we had
'neath the summer sun
under the salty boardwalk.
With our hands entwined
we would race the waves
along the windy shore.

We never made promises
we couldn't keep.
No promises were broken.

So in the silver moonlight
there on the beach,
few words were ever spoken.

I remember soon
summer days grew short
under the salty boardwalk.
I was seventeen
when we said goodbye
along the windy shore.

Do you remember me
with my deep brown eyes
under the salty boardwalk?
Part of me remains
racing with the waves
along the windy shore.

I'm there along the shore.

 

The Winner of the 09/24 Homecoming is Tawny023

 

Did you know?

 

Golden Shovel after Victoria Chang’s, ‘Homecoming”

Pieces of us still exist from as far back
As diapers and Similac, even before bedtime stories.
Our DNA hangs around in their
Bloodstream like butterfly wings,
As if the contractions remember
Something of us swimming in nothing,
But a secret tunnel and we were and are
Umbilical cord joined until cut, but the bond is never
Broken— our Mother’s DNA still holds our knowledge

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

CLUNK

CLUNK
On the island of Clunk,
Where brass monkeys sell junk
And the people are all kept in zoos,
There's a strange sort of beast,
In a cave to the East,
Called the Enty-Magenty-Magoo

To describe him.... I'll try,
He's about the same size
As the Purple Big Boggy Badoo,
But unlike that giant duck,
He just roars, doesn't cluck,
Not the Enty-Magenty-Magoo .

EDEN

EDEN

Surreptitiously
slithering and slipping by
hissing your sibilants
spewing lies
seductive sensuality
you are the death of the Soul
and you call me.
by name.

WEAPON OF REBELLION

I grip my weapon in my hand
I am a true freedom fighter
I've had all that I can stand
any future must be brighter

Others feel the same as I
we come together, show our strength
beneath a cool November sky
for change we'll go to any length

In squads we approach the front line
where war will be won, maybe lost
and here our weapons' strengths combine
we brandish them despite the cost

Money… splurges and sex

if one has money
it’s best to splurge it
why keep it locked up
for others to feed
enjoy your life your way my son, life has many joys to present…. some love sex and luxurious beds …. pillows higher than high …and women to beneath lay … so we have many who like playboys play … others just would love to flaunt their wealth…. to show how big is theirs !!!...pockets you know… but tis better to spend, than hoard

Reflection (eddy styx)

Reflection

Count Your Blessings

"Count your blessings", tells the saying,
think about the goods you're haying.
 Forsake your ills, forget them all 
 Your blessings make the grieves forestall.
Healthy paws enhance the swaying.

Money's worthless love is paying .
 Every little thing is weighing
with health and passion-overall.
Count your blessings.

yuk

I've gone and stood on one of them
oh god I hate them worse than phlegm
half pulverised to mangled meat
still wriggling, though near obsolete
I stood on it I say again

I feel so sick - it's caused mayhem
I wave my arms, and count to ten
my meal just may, on me, repeat
I stood on one

I know I sound like some weak femme
but those who've done it won't condemn
I scrape my heel, to try delete
the feel of slime on naked feet
bug or slug I squished it open
I stood on one
.

An Ode to Edgar Allan poe

SILENCE BROKEN NOT BY MIDNIGHT
TOMBSTONE BY YON MOONLIGHT GLEAMS
WHERE IN EONS PAST I FANCY
HE HAD DWELT ON SPECTRAL DREAMS

SOFT LIGHT FALLS UPON THE IVY
SPREAD ACROSS AN ANGELS WINGS
WHERE UPON A BROKEN BIBLE
ECHOES AS A RAVEN SINGS

LONG FORGOTTEN LOST THIS CHURCHYARD
SPURNED BY ALL IN DEAD OF NIGHT
RUSTLING NEATH THE VAULTED PILLARS
STEALTHY CREATURE OUT OF SIGHT

EDGAR ALLAN TWAS I HASTEN
HAUNTED BY A DREADFUL DEED
DID INVADE THIS GLADE OF MEMORY
FOR TO PLANT HIS WRITTEN SEED

The End of the Epic

Oh what sorrowful time it is now,

Gather eyes of greed,
And hear for a man has passed in a dream,

Hear this news good people for he has been taken,
Taken into the infinite night of his imagination,
And behind him he leaves nothing,
But his verse,

To follow his path,
Would be pointless,
He searched for color because it exists,

Hear me good people,
With your eyes of greed,
Gather around those of you,
Who have torn hearts,

incentive

Some days
it would be so easy
to stay in bed
never wake
dream-live in moments
now long gone
go back
to times when life was simpler

lose myself
always and ever
in the place
of innocent not-knowing
that existed
before my greater epoch of lessons

I could stay in that world
and never come back

temptation  
whispers memories in my ear
softly
with a voice that drips with honey
an invitation
to serene insanity

Hello, this is yesterday
wish you were here

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