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Neopoet Weekly 10/13/24 to 10/19/24 Winner!

 

 

Congratulations to This week’s winner Trail

 

DRIFTING CLOUDS

 

The sun rises a little earlier each day
And each day is brighter than the last
On evenings I walk out to see the sunset
And I walk back with a rested soul

I've tried to be more sincere with myself
To hold my own hand
As I walk through the darkness
To sing to myself once in a while
So that I can hear a voice
Of someone who loves me

It hasn't been an easy ride
But the clouds are coming back from the south now
And with each wave I get a feeling
That it's all going to be alright

I'm waiting for the first rains of the season
Hoping that just maybe
The heavy part of my soul
Will be washed clean
And I can smile again
Even if it's just for a while

I carry a weight in my heart
But when the breeze blows, I look up
I am stunned by the majesty of the clouds
And of the moon, and the stars
This, I think
Is how I survived for so long
A.Swantalala

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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The stream (all workshops)

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Too Long?

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as the crab sleeps gradual and gently
in the slow boiling pan of cuisine
do I doze in the pot of the physical
forgetting where I have been

letting it slip from memory -
the wondrous awareness of
a place of marvel far removed from
this reality that I quaff

am I becoming entwined in the worldly
in stupor of who I am
with amnesia of the other me
and thus from true knowing banned

CLOUDS IN THIS GLAZE

Beast exhaust
the tired breath
hot as cinders
she nudges the
dull edge of the
heater to porcelain
cream shade
her eyes are solid
pools aqua verte
the shimmering
width dark centered
fixed on the horizons
extension

further then further
tired
is she going to cry
I need the money
The motor turns
over slow like
the sun on the
dirty sands
The magnetos
need attention

The Mute Point

I wonder what's bad or what's good
for some like it hot others cold
be it a drink, or be it food
either way both always get sold

I wonder what's good or what's bad
be an early bird or be late
to catch a flight you wish you had
or feel blessed by your goodly fate

I wonder what's bad or what's good
be penny wise or pound foolish
both wise and foolish often brood
when stocks trade low or are bullish

To Be An Angel of Hope (A Quartern)

I wish I had a pair of wings
to soar across the sky, so blue
to save the weak from endless wars
and make their dream for peace come true

I've heard the news of starving men
I wish I had a pair of wings
to offer food and drinks to them
and end the tears that hunger brings

Dear God, I see the young in pain
betrayed and used, denied of rights!
I wish I had a pair of wings
to free their hearts and bring delights.

To Tread This Earthly Corridor - ( For April Contest )

The earth is ours, a home to live
a time to take, a time to give.
We wake each morn, some rich, some poor
to tread this earthly corridor.

I fear for us, oh don't you see
how greed pervades humanity
unyielding nations fight in war
to tread this earthly corridor.

In ignorance we'll be bereft
when naked earth is stripped and left
devoid of life with men no more
to tread this earthly corridor.

T A L E W I N D Z

shed a shadow
in a room the blackness drawn
Outside drips spring
undoing her delicate lace
a disrobe
in the harsh light of disbelief

An angle on a portion
your bust in profile
hidden with a wing
of sullen hair

An angel with a potion
dusk in docile
smitten lairs
we null paired

sparred a bad row
songs hissing
turning tables
needle fallow
round and
round
dripping
its finger point
as an angry
sun
falls
down

My Sweet Home (Critique & Criticism WS)

My home is built with tender hands, yet strong;
its roof is love that keeps it tight and warm,
its doors -respect and patience, won't go wrong
with crystal windows, even after storms.

If mild or harsh the winter seasons are,
or windy falls that tail the warmth of summer,
I see the healthy sunny days aren't far
to rest this tiresome soul once hit with hammer.

Inheritors and Benefactor

This is something I think is entirely new. In this experiment a story is told from two perspectives: a mutated rat on the left and one of the last dying humans on the right.Poem should be read first stanza on left, first stanza on right , second on left, second on right and so forth until the end. In the event this is truly something new I'm calling this parallel poetry as it means to read two poems at the same time from two different viewpoints.

O O O give me a kiss eh!

O O O give me a kiss eh!

hahahahaaa
you said it friend

give me a kiss eh!

never give in

when loss is assured...
but you may still win

I always advise my kids

''NO'' IS IN YOUR POCKET

BUT DO ASK

IT MAY BECOME A ''YES''

ELSE HOW WILL IT EVER

IF YOU REMAIN SILENT?

They smile and say
Give a 100 dollars
right away

I can only afford ten
they take it happy and go away
and
KISS MY NOSE FOR FREE!

maids beware

I’d girlish thoughts a knight in shining armour
arriving on a steed of strength and speed
would lift me up on his enchanted charger
be tender of a woman’s growing need

to take me from my tiny single bed
and make my life a sentimental song
with promises of love he’d fill my head
and blindly I would follow right along

but years and age have cooled my youthful ardour
I realise he never did exist
the one who came was dressed all white with splendour
disguised to fool, and turn ideals to mist

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