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Neopoet Weekly 09/22/24 to 09/28/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-28 15:22

   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!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-21 14:59

                                                                                      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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Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Thu, 2024-09-19 21:21

 

The Winner of the Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest is  scribbler

 

AUTUMN'S CUSP

 

 

Mid October a cool day
with a northern cooling breeze.
All hints of summer gone away.
The few green leaves are just a tease.

Tomorrow will bring the first frost
so this day finds me 'neath the trees
absorbing warmth before its lost
and limbering up titanium knees.

For I'm not what I once was.
Time has seen that I am not,
So I sit on a stump to take a pause
and breathe autumn's scent which I'd forgot.

Then turn my face up to the sky
as cool front winds begin to blow.
I watch the clouds as they race by.
They leave like friends I used to know.

My eyes water from sun's glare
so I drop my head down to my chest
letting my chin settle there
while I count the ways that I am blessed.

I'm blessed with our cabin in the trees
I'm blessed with seeing one more fall.
I'm blessed with grandchildren to tease.
I'm blessed with being here at all.

I watch a squirrel climb to its nest
for now the sun is getting low
so ere' it reaches ridge's crest
I arise then turn and go.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/8/24 to 09/14/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-14 14:30

This Week’s Winner is  Edward nigma

 

 Cage of cards

 

 Chaotically clustered
cage of
cards covering
all
cynically silent
sides of life
plainly plastered
before my
persistently passing
presence of
the present day.
Thoughtlessly thrashing
out the leisurely
overlapping lanes
of possibilities
prancing through
the pressuring palms
of probability.
With a single stern stomp
taking back the cross
mask of control.
There steadily
stumbled down
the obliquely built
walls of ambiguity
freely falling at
my frivolously
fleeting feet.
Vigorously revealing
the vaguely vapid
valley of victorious
vultures who
persistently preys
upon the weak
minded ones
who decisively numb
themselves within naivety .
But still
I walk forth
ahead through
the foreboding facade
of fear
lying before me.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/01/24 to 09/07/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-09-08 00:50

This Week’s Winner is Trail

 

Echoes

 

Once there was a man
Who wrote beautiful music
He wrote the music because he was sad
He was sad because he was all alone

But he was noticed for his music
He ended up being loved for it
And in being loved
He lost his sadness
And his music soon after

 

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Birth of a Poem (Revamped)

Submitted by raj on Sun, 2011-01-23 14:43

I dwell in the abstract
web of silence
spinning my net
for a catch
pouncing on a germ
with my quill and tincture
charming it
with an insane desire

Donning it
a pair of silver wings
I free it
from my web of silence
letting it flock
with birds and bees
who don
the colors of my quill

Sex For Free

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2011-01-23 11:36

Sex for free
In the grave yard besides
The ones we know,
There’ll be many
Who would want to know
What did we do?
When one was alive
But now there's no shyness,
Nothing left to hide,
Any one with any one,
Can have a joy ride

I’ve known many,
Who have tried?
And
From their graves
Where I left a cell,
They still message
Come have me,
Will Ye

IN ARIZONA

Submitted by scribbler on Sun, 2011-01-23 08:59

Seren thought I should stream this.........................

Again the cordite fills the air
stinging eyes
bringing shocked cries
causing flashbacks
of fortune's roll call
...Lincoln
...Kennedy
...King
...Wallace
...Sadat
...Reagan
...Lennon

Echos of gunfire
filling a generation
with the feeling of
might have beens

Playful Tangles

Submitted by raj on Sun, 2011-01-23 08:18

It's not very often
when you or me
love to get in a tangle
but there sure is one
a lover's delight
who wish it'd be often

In a maddening rush
driven by a crush
to get as close as can be
they wriggle and wiggle
in frolic and fun, and
get into a jigsaw squeeze

The tangle of their limbs
as tight as the weeds
keeps them from a fall
while they rock and roll
on a Queen sized bed
from one side to the far

TALC

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2011-01-23 07:22

shrouded this sensitive awakening
falling
like a memory

new approachs glide
like a fresh shirt
empty pocket of meaning

im not left the dream yet

Winters' Magic

Submitted by docmaverick on Sat, 2011-01-22 22:38

Any day, but...not too far into winter
where the cool sun, sits high in the sky;
the briskness of autumn can deliver,
a hearty magic, that can cause some to cry.

And, long about dusk there's a calmness,
that accompanies the powers that be...
so, the night air can hit with a suddenness,
and "twilight" allows beings to roam, free.

To be sure, one can check in the meadow
where the tall grass is coerced by the breeze,
and, the fireflies are all glowing, yellow;
until the faeries are adjourned to the trees.

Tomorrow

Submitted by Dennis Go on Sat, 2011-01-22 19:11

Looks like tomorrow I'll come
With not more but my life
To show, unlike before when love
Can never be seen gazing
Along horizons of the oceans.

I'll sail across a thousand-mile
Latitude and prove me not wrong,
Setting my sights on tomorrow
Where I can see your distinct smile
Guiding me across the pitfalls of dreams.

TWO DAY HIGH

Submitted by Psyve on Sat, 2011-01-22 15:44

TWO DAY HIGH

Met only yesterday, unsettled the train:
Two-Day-High, hope we’re meeting again…
Dylan and Cohen and Bobby McGee,
Two-Day-High, you sure were like me.

That tomorrow

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2011-01-22 12:47

That Tomorrow

That tomorrow
has once again come
But as a today
And
As I did once so say
Every tomorrow will come
Only as a today
Try hard as you wish,
Sweetone,
Tomorrow can never come
As your dish
You may in time's domain
For ever fish
That’s your wish

Musing on the Death of Poetry

Submitted by crypticbard on Sat, 2011-01-22 10:14

`

when the clack of keyboards cease
and pages of unbound books
scattered by the indolent breeze
produce a melancholy dirge

think of all the unwritten words
that remain stillborn in the mind
much like the gilded pheasant
out of the snare and into the fire

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