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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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becoming (meter is our friend WS)

at Home I AM; I'm everywhere; I'm happy, worry free
no need for growth, no need for change, content to be just me
then sent here to this manifest of horror and of beauty
my charge – conveying into form that which is still just misty

and even if, perchance, ignore the time I spent preteen
from now it seems obscene, so ignorant - serene sixteen
and even worse, mistakes I've made throughout the years between
for, here, there's no way altering the things I've done and been

YET ONE MORE STAND

Come with me in the cold light rain
I've built a stand to keep us dry
when dripping trees beat a refrain
beneath this last gray winter sky
....It's been too long since you've been out.

We'll ride my truck but not too far
just through a forgotten southern town
( We'll not talk about your cancer's scar
or anything which makes us frown)
....We'll talk of when we both were stout.

piegeage

positive/negative
our violence attracts
nes pas

you loathe for bruises
I loan work
the business
of worth

and yet

tension drawn
between us
is like the earth
and the moon
tides of passion
the twain never
shall meet

...

Quest (Meter WS)

Seek you the lord of elves in the house of pleasure
Lost is his mind, betrayed by his younger brother
Let him drink this potion to break the spell on him
Stand by his side and help him reclaim his kingdom.

SEEK you the/ KING of / ELVES in the /HOUSE of /PLEAsure
LOST is his/ MIND, be/TRAYED by his/ YOUNGer /BROther
LET him /DRINK this /POtion to /BREAK the /SPELL on him
STAND by his/ SIDE and/ HELP him re/CLAIM his/ KINGdom

MY WILL

there r 3 kinds of wills

First till 30 plus =======''''FREE WILL.............................................>>>>>>>>>>>>''''

Second till say 67plus ////minus=====WILL POWER

Third thereafter ===== ======================YOUR ''WILL..''
===The strength it can show to all around
who should show more
and
be more around

any doubts
then
PM me

TRANZER ZINEZ

Slip in the ivory softness
tender like keys
unlocking hearts
like a quiet winged theif
The half folded wisp
punchdocumented
pass
Down to the revolt of darkness
of marble arched
madness
brake breath
and electric winds
wear your mask
like a shield
where elbows
like spears
yeild

Smiles are crescent
notes drawn like
violinists
on pigeon parade
grounds
the Blue Velvet
of coins and delicate
paper

Where Melancholies Live ( Meter WS + recording)

as melancholies belong to a darker place
that's far and away from the beamish stars,
they'd wrinkle and crease with, furrows and lines
those faces traced with scowls and frowns

https://soundcloud.com/rula68/where-melancholies-live

Snuggle

snuggle like tendrils
akin to their intimate
seductive twirling

their delicate touch rouses
budding lilies and lilacs

one little woman

the last great catch of a man
didn't look like Sasquatch, didn't
smell like three days of bad fish
didn't hover over the far land in his
own hot air

some little woman
saw him for what he was
and then shot and bagged him
had him stuffed
like a trophy wife

i heard she got away with it, too
then took a plane somewhere deep and dark
in Budapest, squandering
her laughter.

My Dreams (For Wes Meter WS)

I release my dreams to dance with the stars

and watch them shine with colors of hopes

or perish and turn to dusts of life,

reborn again in another time

My try in parsing -

I release/  my dreams /to dance/ with the stars

 and watch/ them shine/ with co/lors of hopes/

or per/ish and turn/ to dusts/ of life,

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