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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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foreign taste

I was minding my own business
happily driving along
joining with the radio
in a Slim Whitman song

when clear out of the blue
a white light appeared
and before I knew just what was what
everything went really weird

I found myself staring at our blue-green globe
through a large semicircular window
and surrounding me were very strange creatures
strumming guitars (I wish I'd took a photo)

Light through cracks...

11.5 Lysergic scale
Pupils broad complexion pale
suspended above corrossive rivers
by a single cracked and glassy rail

Comfort comes and goes a sliver
each breath another strichnine shiver
another broken rusted nail
from the eternal taker, seldom giver

Before these liquid axes drop
I think it's time for me to stop

eche><lone

satire clone
I hear sighs
ringing
down the wires
dripping like raindrops
the pearls of
words
in a world

Fire

Why do I want you so damn bad?
You really make me squirm.
My innards rip apart in fire.
With just a single look from you,
My soul is set to burn.

Apocalypse [inspired by Moonman]--updated

APOCALYPSE

And when the wars were done
the soldiers left
to almost none
came marching home
to find no one.
for a madness had taken
soul and mind
of those left behind

across the skies
stained crimson red
churning black
Angels wings ripped and torn
filed two by two
out of Heaven's Gate
the dead by their side
singing ¬in excelsis deo
God was back….
.
Laughter of a nature divine
shook the universe
and fear owned the hearts
of Mankind
again

Involved Feelings

Feeling nothing more then the way you make me

Even if I'm down it's the feeling I get when your around

She got the power to turn a frown right side round

The upside... opposite of being down

It's a shame she's leaving town

Still I wished her the best even when inside I was wishing

She didn't have to go.....With everything in my soul I wanted to tell her don't

If I wanted the best for her I wouldn't be selfish

On departure of a friends spouse…

thanks all
it’s a sad day today
but all your appreciations
make way

and

sweet smiles I now
once again display

life's mission is so
that's all we know,
people come and people go

when who will come
we perhaps, may know
but who's to go
Heaven alone knows...

Dead Girl Walking

She owns each heart that dares to dream
and quickly initiates,
he settles for his drama spared
while he evaluates;

she chooses to quietly greet the dawn
and secretly contemplates,
he hears anguish, her voice is gone
as she deliberates.

She understands, he's indecisive
learning to tolerate,
he alone, can predict the future
for those that irritate;

She wanders lost inside his eyes
and feels him devastate,
he merely feigns a shocked surprise,
reaching out to violate.

TATTOOS

TATTOOS

White hot sun scorches stones,
their crystals burning rainbows
sharp as glints of light that pierce the skin,
when patterns merge with matter,
man made magic, singed into the membrane thin,
a shout of pain the brain perceives,
no sound to hear, no star to see,

meeting in Ottawa

I love to read you
Dear Esker...

twill be a pleasure to meet you
when I come to Ottawa….

but then

I wouldn't like to risk my anonymity
Oh! what a pity
I can never meet ye
in all sincerity
but shall find a way
if wills divinity

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