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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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You will be the Hero

You will be the Hero
Ocean starts from a drop and
A mountain is from tiny sand
World starts from a cell
Why did you forget this friend?
Every day dawns with a dim light
Every hero comes as a child
Nothing starts as gigantic in its start
How you can for get this friend
Your fingers are equal to ten galaxies
It can pave a path to all planets
Your thoughts will weave a cloth to sky
Your eyes will create new world
Now or tomorrow you may die
Your days have to be a history to this world

girl blue

i had dreamt you
in lost lobbys
the gleaming knobbed
cigarette machine

the candy hued band
soothing sweet aspirations

horrible halls
forever land

and out past the clatter of
the old electric sign
blinking in the static of
winters first rush

the snow fell white as
a hookers jacket
rabbit soft and quick

beacon winking on the hill
and tractors hauling freight
shifting down and idling
at the light

we are amber ambiance
drugged with the hopeless
cause

Stayed

Time is unfeeling
And time passes, marching on
With no drum major
No command to ever stop
Time is everlasting
And when we are gone
Time will stay.

In time we feel a glass wall
Getting thicker
Yet more fragile
As the inches from you to me
Become more and more obvious
Like tempered steel
Stolen glances heating up

Maybe
Sometime
Hopefully
I wish
I would and then I will

Over And Out

You may think the world’s not watching.
Slave asleep to game plan’s pen.
‘More sinned against than sinning’
as you mouth a mute amen.

So much for step toe’s tapping.
The way the trees all bow to peep.
You receive an echoed answer.
Beg mysteries to sleep.

Don’t ring around tomorrow
or answer someone’s phone.
You may be the bride scold saviour;
In control but all alone.

TAKE YOUR DREAM...

'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the
roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches
above you and swing into the unreal vision of
reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown,
carrying with you the experiences of pressing
thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the
views that, with a flash of excitement, open up
great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses
to fly into their psychedelic embrace.

smiler me!

make one smile each day
like in sunshine you make hay

Drifting Thoughts From Far Away

"Where To Go?"
When a drop of water falls
The sound echoes in darkness
In this world that has no walls
Where to go to relieve one's sadness?

"The streak of tears
on my painted cheeks
cannot be denied
under the sun's light"

"Castle Far Away"
In a castle far, far away
Two shadows dance In a palely lit hall
They twirl in circles
Never letting go of each other's hands...

Wedding Day

WEDDING DAY

andante lullaby

as long as it's andante lullaby
take any words and turn them into song
and even if you sing 'don't close your eyes'
for sure he'll be asleep before too long

it matters not the least bit what you say
as long as it's andante lullaby
and sung with gentle voice and tender sway
it's guaranteed to quieten his cry

...............oranges.........................

I can smell them in the kitchen
feel them in the rains that thundered in
hurricane season
the power flickering
the stereo pausing in mid step
frightened of its voice

a lonesome howl in the wires

tobacco blossom perfume
in a screw lid compact
moving I went from room
to room

dusky closets
with oilcloth
worn bare

a chair with a leaning leg
kneeling to tie her laces
the one bad knee from
the crash as a child

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