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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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Second Chances

The waiting was unbearable as test after test
proved the doctors right
Fear growing,overwhelming

prayer after prayer
tear after tear
shed in the shadows of a darkened room
while visions of a tomb
loomed over all

Then came the words feared the most
the anger rose as I played host
how could this be
when did it start and how far did it go

Days turned to weeks
weeks into months
a blade of steel
in a skilled surgeons hand
was my ray of hope

EQUALIZER

In a cemetery rank and old
whose church's steeple rises thrusting and bold
lie the parishioners in ragged rows
beneath the ground where all time slows..

Some alone, some in family plots
whether in cloth or coffin their shroud rots.
In their rest none there complain
for now they're free of earthly pain.

One grave marked by a field stone
not much larger than a corn pone
beside another's monumental statue
whose granite eyes stare downward at you.

FLEUVE--re-furbished

FLEUVE

Je suis un fleuve qui court
frénetique
comme un forcené fou
poursuivi
par ma propre foliie
emporté par les vents
vers l'ínconnu
profond et noir
avalé comme une goutte
de rien
dans l'Océan
qui m' attend

RIVER

I am a river flowing
frenetic
like a madman
cursed to flee
by his own madness
taken by winds
towards the Ocean
deep and black
swallowed like
a drop
of nothing
in the waters waiting

B A K K I E ..

eleven and two
my fingers grip the trucks wheel
Silence stretches
from her nose to her tail
the frame jagged
on ruts cut deep in the bigger rains

draws air in sharp
and turns
a profile of beautfiul
youthful jaw
and dark lashes
flipping in thought
like a stormline
at the stateedge

hair full of natural
highlights
and sheen

knees bent
feet up against
the glass

We have our rifles
and sidearms
and Motorola

Deceit

Sorry folks. I have dumped this in the trash can. The reasons you can see in the comments by Senior and Seasoned poets who did not find it appealing. So, I bow to the collective opinion all in good taste and without any regret.

Regards,

Oblivion Stirs

My eyes open.
The deep dark, is vast and unchanging.
 
Memories trickle
I see nothing, fear nothing, feel nothing
Rejected by the empty sphere of Oblivion
I gasp,
  for air where there is none
 
Consumed and fatigued.
Yet no eyes to rub.
 
Sentience reignited
Yet, in the weakness and forgotten muscles, the tightening fist creaks
Strength,
  only in what memory can tell
 
Thought galvanized
From the calm of the nothing
 
The wind silences

Okay you lead

VIKING or TITANIC

You don't say!
Yes I'd deserve one
sitting atop the
TITANIC
but do not panic
many come here to stay
they need to be pushed away
while some came just yesterday
did you see
how some cynic pushed them away

God... whoever he or she may be
resides in the jungles of mind
cobwebs at times
eyes' blind
but have you noticed
as I do everyday
Newspapers say
1923 born are still on their way
yet 2000 born were taken by a flight straight away

Life Is Hard Enough

Why can't people stay in their lane?
Stay out other people's marriage
Love one another in knowledge
Not in other people's knowledge.

Why can't meddlers stay their own course
Why can't meddlers stay in their lane?
If he ain't concern with her tone
Why you making it your concern?

She's having everything her way
He's gets all his loving his way
Why can't haters stay in their lane?
The mis'rables loves company.

BEHIND THE NUMBERS

* Unemployment rate lowest since 2007. But........

I was a well paid carpenter in two thousand eight
then due to the banks' mistakes
I became a victim of cruel fate

I ran the newest textile loom
zero defects was my theme
NAFTA led to my job's doom

I was a solar cell technologist
thinking my cutting edge job safe
then China bought the company...guess you get the gist

I mined coal, I sold homes, I forged steel,
the list goes on and on.....
of things the numbers don't reveal

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