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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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BOLD DEATH

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sat, 2011-01-22 08:06

"BOLD DEATH"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 22nd January 2011.
Joe and Dennis Go made me think about death too.

Bold death,
you stride through consciousness,
to take our spirits with you,
to a place where peacefulness
and silence reigns supreme;

we dream of you as desperate
and sad,
as heavy handed, brash,
as silky as a ghost at dawn,
when moisture leaves the land
and grasses stand up tall
all decked with dazzling dew;

Close To Me

Submitted by Timbo on Sat, 2011-01-22 05:44

When I awake from my dreams
on each new day morn
I turn and find you near to me
your body soft and warm.
I take you in my loving arms
and hold you close to me
for I can only face the day
knowing your love for me.

As I go about my days
life’s pressures all around
my thoughts drift back to you
and the love that we have found
I think of when you’re close to me
and all those things you do
till I just want the time to come
when I’m back home with you.

TEMPO

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2011-01-22 00:53

glide
like wings slipping through the rash
of air
the Love burned that nobody cares

saturate
the darkness spreading
like a dull cry
all glade awake
beneath torrid straights

this love
torn
the card in tatters

I am
debris trails
I am the fragment
tales

I Love you
as the walls come
down
and the wind
is slaking
its need
upon the raw
and harried
soul of my advance

Mr. Gizmo

Submitted by docmaverick on Fri, 2011-01-21 23:19

There's this being that moves, staccato;
moves so swift, he has no shadow,
his demeanor has no, "check"...

..with his senses always reelin';
knock you down, with no hard feelin's;
Mr. Gizmo's had a wreck!

No rhyme, or reason for each antic,
he'll leave your "fung-shue~", something frantic...
..make your heart go, "golly, heck"!

A hurricane's about to happen,
soon your patience will be snappin';
Mr. Gizmo's had a wreck!

I Crave the Darkness

Submitted by lou on Fri, 2011-01-21 23:16

I crave the darkness
It matches my mood.
These days all is solitude.

I devour the murky shadows,
I feel safe there,
I can hide and no one knows.

I examine the world beneath my shroud
bleakness is where I lay my self down,
Night time is my lover

Life is close enough to watch
But not so near I can touch.
Nobody can hurt me

Maybe someone will teach me how
To climb out of this mire.
Until then I'll stay undercover

A TASTE OF SALT

Submitted by scribbler on Fri, 2011-01-21 21:29

Some people don't have much to do
and I'm about to prove that's true
in this tale about a learned buddy
a statistician named McGillicuddy.

Not long ago he got to thinkin'
'bout dinosaurs and all their drinkin'.
To be sure that his facts weren't wrong
he called Asian paleontologist, Fong .

How long did dinosaurs hold sway ?
How much water did they drink each day ?
and during their long domination
what was their average population ?

You

Submitted by lou on Fri, 2011-01-21 21:12

Your verbal blows
beat me about the head
Nerve endings close to the surface
Pain engulfs me.

Eyes bore into me
I feel you know just what will hurt me,
And you pluck every string 
And play every note 

With the precision of a surgeon 
You cut my heart right out 
Of my chest, 
and bring me to my knees.

I'm left vulnerable and bleeding
Amongst the remnants of our
Love

I Hate

Submitted by lou on Fri, 2011-01-21 20:40

I hate therefore I am
I seethe with pure emotion
And bile.

Enemy at the gate
Don't set foot on my territory,
You'll regret it.

I have a huge capacity for love
But please don't rip me apart
And fake it,

If you really love me then 
Then there is no fear.
Do't let someone else trespass, on our love

If you cheat you won't recover, 
My wrath will be unleashed,
For a woman in pain can't be tamed.   
  

Android ( a co-write with Hooded Stranger)

Submitted by infinite_dwarf on Fri, 2011-01-21 17:15

Android

I touch fire, but don't feel the burn
I witness love, but don't feel the yearn
I have 20/20vision, but still cannot see
I'm trying to be human, but never will never be

I am a robot in a human suit
I exist but frozen in permanent re-boot

Is this what it feels like being detached?
Alienated and separated from existence
Am I so indifferent to be excluded?
When all I ask is to be included

Elegy for a Chance Encounter

Submitted by ArrowWords on Fri, 2011-01-21 16:55

Who will speak his fond farewell
By those who knew him as I did
From a brief and chance encounter?
While others in attendant rows
He so better known to them,
Speak the first of last and lasting
Memories built from closer, longer,
While my quiet unsaid murmur
Calls to all anonymous others,
Whom this man, this George
Briefly zested with his life,
By his relished erudite flourish
They answer now unheard, unseen
For all our non-eulogized encounters,
For the more than ephemeral effects

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