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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)

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The Order Of The Bitch (eddy styx)

Order Of The Bitch

a black heart
formed from
the darkest pitch
of a cold and sterile night

a shriveled soul
came to dwell
in a misshapen body
as evil wings took flight

corruption
was her teacher
true companion
from a tender age

the seeds of hell
were planted in her psyche
rage and damnation
burned upon the page

she grew to be
a twisted wretch
without reason
quietly insane

Only Time Died (Storytelling in verse workshop)

I'd been but ten years in this manifest
when first I knew my destiny was death.
I well remember, when the thought expressed
it blew so cold it took away my breath.
So do we then conclude, cease to exist?
 A fear, a terror wrapped, I did not know.
 As fast as it had come, the thought dismissed,
 ‘twas early yet to question where we go.
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The Tentacles That Tore Me Away

I like swimming in the fur,
fuzzy feelings tickling when you pet the peptides in my skull.
It has always been her.
Sounds enjoyed so similar.
Our cochleas cuddle as they spiral in,
manifesting as melodies when spun.
Everything is in time when two metronomes become one.
Our cadences coalesce and the line begins to blur.
It has always been her.
Radiating an energy I only feel when near.
I must have ampullae of Lorenzini for real, I fear.
But tuned only to this one frequency I now infer.
It has always been her.

The demon Lonliness

What ails you demon loneliness
why creep into my mind
Perpetual darkened shadows
that flicker all the time
The shroud of autumn hanging
from your shoulders like a cloak
And weapons made of emptiness
for the many hearts you broke
Why linger on vile creature
you plague my cobwebbed thoughts
Upon eternal searching
for the chaos that you brought
Your essence lies around me
and like waves upon the sand
Destroys my dreams of happiness
for so long that I have planned

Bending Not Yet Breaking

walking on a knife's edge
with barely a sense of balance or composure
just enough thought to get me by
think too much and i might scream
and the door is closed for a reason

quiet

she tells me
all the time
my heart beat's too loud
one too many an escaped sigh
love too loud too much too loud
and my head's too heavy

i was hooked on the crescent
now i'm pushed off with it's waxing
and despite the light i'm fading
this blacklight moon is haunting me

Watching

Once
when the world was
empty cold
The oceans wave would
lap and fold

Beast opened his eyes to
a world without life
a day without night

A feelingless domain
of lonely beings
Leaving him
with no reason of the
way things turned out
why he's still around
He wanders away coming to a shimmery lake
He Thinks...

Is this dream we call
life
a reality well kept?
Is the Keeper of all worlds
in a place
where He wept?

Illusions

How crazy these delusions,
That arise in sheer confusion
For half-asleep it sets in my mind,
An eternity where thoughts are unconfined
Sense it makes when in this state,
But soon a reminder follows
A quick awakening brings reality, returns normality
To this half-deluded mind
As if to ever find,
Some sort of conclusion
What is normality, but an illusion?

ABOUT HEARTS AND CLOCKS

ABOUT HEARTS AND CLOCKS

Beats of the heart
tick tock like a clock
and mesmerized
we sway
to the rhythm of each day.
as the years move on
we fall behind
and all too quickly
we slowly fade away.

Nightmare Time

Spider like we walk through dreams – where shadows talk or so it seems.
With tear filled eye and twisted grin – we watch our yesterday’s crawl in.
Then someone speaks was it a scream – for something gone and yet unseen.
Continue down a road of glass – as cracks appear is it the past.
A friendly wave a quick hello – I turn around where did they go.
And now the rain so flat and warm – upon the curtain ripped and torn.
Small glowing embers on the fire – just cast familiar shadows higher.

Codependence

I sit here with a mangled heart,
And I apologize for it.
I am torn and I want to mend you.
I am broken almost beyond repair,
yet I want to heal you,
I am bleeding to death
And I bandage you up.
I am devastated,
but I look for ways to keep you afloat.
I am beyond repair.
You know this is true.
Still you accept all of my gestures.
My last breath will be I love you
and you will merely say I know.

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