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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.

 

I dare

I have the nerve and the verve
to admit
that bluntness doesn’t permit,
the safe passage
towards a kingdom
albeit we all wait for one….

no one can be as friendly with you
as you are with some,
nor can you ever be
an integral part of handsome

for you are cussed and obdurate
they say a hard nut to crack,
by anyone
so to say ….

Teach Me More (Mindful Memorable WS # 6)

you taught me to soar
without wings
to paint with words
 to sleep
 on the clouds
to hug and kiss the stars
 to sway
and bask the best of the day
even if it were dark
you taught me 
every little hearty bit
 

almost everything I want

but you never
told me
where- when you leave
to keep
my heart
 

The words have run their course

The words have overflown
And I look back to see dreams I cannot comprehend
For my mind has grown ill
And my own thoughts may have betrayed me

I am reluctant to express my emotion
In fear that they may consume me

I have been guided through strange roads already
With only my own words to blame

I have become afraid
That I have opened my mind too much

Hear me when I say
The mind is a place of your own making
Give it enough power and it shall think for itself

Grrrrrrrl for Mia Zapata

Grrrrl for Mia Zapata by RW

I float forward
welcome
no rules
love is the
razor code
that belongs to them

Though she is gone, I went to her
went to her
went to her
we are free
my ghost left me that day
it's more complicated now
buenos noches
buenos dias
she is here 29 now......she raids undefeated

in 17 hours, her blood, maroon

drips off the bottom step

Hello! Calling London!

London is a really beautiful city,
that I now can see
so many friends out there
are now calling out at me
also
so many of you
I’d like to meet
if you all choose
a common street

Johnny, yes our Johnny says
he wouldn't like to see me
but he still likes my poetry.

so many like Tanya,
the secret girl
still calls out to me
lhlhlh come over to UK
meaning London
did she?

S a l i v a t e ..

joyride me

oh come then pick my pockets
the jewel loot

pick those precious teeth
with fine bones

let your skill of vivisection
cut away
what you wish of me

an eye full of stars
bright as tears
the cold cup of light
bathing wounds

and in our souls
the sound
like rain upon the roof

the tender cold kiss
for a whole given
love as proof

IN THE DARK

You left and promised to return
We were hopeful you will come back
We cleaned and bathed in sweet oil
Sent out words for a warm welcome,

Kids consulted the oracle
Bribed gods with dance and open legs
They said it with all certainty
The reception was not to be

I heard the echoes of your voice
Then disagreed with them on facts
You’d given me assurances
Dearth of party proved me all wrong

SABBATICAL

Gentle rustle of late summer leaves
some of which begin to turn
brings solace to a heart that grieves
and peace whenever rages burn.

For I've found in my long life
most problems are wrought by men,
so when my world is filled with strife
I search out a secluded glen.

And far from the jostling crowd
beyond the news of hate and war
in woods where a crow's cry seems loud
I stay 'till I yearn men once more.

Six Stanzas of Separation

I'm not real sure of all the reasoning
or if a man can even be close,
to begin to even slightly understand
where men and women oppose.

We could be such stellar allies
although it would be unlikely, at best;
if someone else could be more suscinct
in defining then, by all means be my guest!

Firstly, there's how differently we think
all that left-brain/right-brain crap;
I'd have a more concise handle on things
if there was an Android downloadable app!

The Blackheart of New Orleans...

New Orleans at midnight
Fog rolling down the street
Grey wall cuts off his sight
The air is nothing sweet

A born killer’s dream come true
Blue jazz floats upon the air
Feeds his need for something new
He knows... that it’s out there

Killer’s instincts brought him here
To this place of magic
A land of supernatural fear
Ghosts of all the tragic

In the back of Shadow Lane
A blackest heart does live
The man is quite insane
Takes his pleasure, never gives

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