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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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summit

Sommit a poem
one every one luv
but I cant spell every word
the ones you see above
but I write them any way
hoping some one will reed
this bs that comes out
to all you i feed

The Cycle

I'm on my knees

Begging anyone please

But no one seems to see the storm

Beaneath the sea's calm facade

The twisted mishappen shapes

Dwelling below...

At the core

I'm afraid they will be freed

Unable to go ignored

I feel them seeking revenge

Hunting for fresh untried food

Prey and game

I want to warn others

Tell them to run away

Be wary of me

See me coming?

Run

But I need their help....

Now where does that leave me?
.

poetry of flowers

poetry of flowers

you are superb I’m still on the first step
of the ladder ....
who will hold my hand
and
pull me up
but you!

lovely flowery poetry
all about roses and daffodils,
lotus, jasmine and what have you…
yeah lily’s for mummy too

the smiling pansies
and
the purple hue
are some flowers we all love

such is it the way of nature to please
ah poetry of flowers
tis
or is?

Ash on the Wings of Autumn

Beginning on October 19th, 1914, one of the bloodiest battles of World War One was fought near Ypres in Belgium. This poem, while written from a young German soldier’s point of view, is a tribute to all those who lost their lives during that terrible forty days.

Crisp the autumn breeze that combs this foggy air,
Slowly creeping through these Belgian fields;
A bitter breath of coming winter, we taste the morning dew
Whose frosty edge foretells harsh winter’s yields.

seasons

seasons
coming and going
time over time
be it cooled or warm
i like all seasons

ain't it fun
how they come and go
bringing new life every time they come around
making new changes
time over time

i like all seasons
be it windy or sunny
sometimes i long for other one's to come
time over time
i know they will come around again...

*J I L T E D*

the bulb burns dull and bored
lacquer and Formica
faded mirror and ghosts

clouds etched beyond the
broken trellis tops
the stale taste of a soda pop

Taste the spicey sweat of
Mid October
fringe collar deeds

the thick plate glass
jewelled with humidity
runs clear..vision bleed

Our cornucopia
I call
the dark reciever wish

press earnest mouths
down static wells
through copper labryinth city hell

you say

"wassup?"

TIZZY HAD A WRONG TURN

Tizzy was told her parent died early on
Lonely though, she lived with her granny
On whose birthday, an uncle stopped over
Their dotted paths had crossed in time past

His largesse to the niece met a yearning need
Of care cloaked in sugar daddy’s garment
This did not go well with the aged woman
With avowed secrets locked in her heart

He strangled the ‘aunty’ to have his way
Overwhelmed by car gift and overseas trips
Her campus boyfriend suffered in sorrow
With barefaced lies, she dribbled him through

Thoughts of You

Frequent visitor to my thoughts are you.
Joyful respite from the mundane.
Sometimes conjured up and not.
But the greatest fun of all,
those out of nowhere thoughts of you.
They play their endless game of hide and seek.
Conceal themselves behind the pages of a book,
between the lines of some report.
Even found peeking out from behind the cloud of
some decision being made.
When tripped across they linger not long enough
for contemplations touch, before they're off again.

The Irony of Death

I am immortal in life.
I see all, live in tears
Thrive in fears.
I touch everything and everyone,
I am what you will become.
I follow your steps,
I wait in your home.
I am all.
I am nothing.
I will never die.
I am the shadow of your life.
I am forever.

nature does.....

nature does nurture

we all are a part of mother nature
which all along our lives
does us nurture

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