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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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A Poem

not as much the words
but sound, mood, theme resonate
their poetic thought

Qartern from Barabara for Loved

I like this

This was eloquently written
Rhymes well in my poetic ear
Not knowing what a Quatern is
Neither I before Stan's contest.

A desire, a want and hope
This was eloquently written
Like lantern with darkness, elope
From within, your desire glow.

I'd love to come alongside you
To glow in this poetic art
This was eloquently written
No, it is not wrong to think so.

DAYDREAMERS

Watching the waves come ashore
crashing into the beach as they roar
then retreating with a murmur and hiss
like the breaking of a passionate kiss.

I close my eyes and inhale ocean's brine
off of the steady seaward blowing wind
which entwines me like a soft creeping vine
or the smell of an exotic perfume's blend.

In response to the surf's rumbling bass
white wheeling gulls cry in the clear sky
above tiny plovers mincing daintily by
and pelicans gliding past in a brace.

Time For A New Vehicle

It's time for a new vehicle
Click, click, bang, bang it's a clunker
The struts and ball bearings clicking
It's a nightmare driving this car.

Not knowing when I'll be stranded
It's time for a new vehicle
Never trust family mechanics
They just might take you for granted.

Finally have deed and title
Five years of payments, paid in full
It's time for a new vehicle
My Aveo is a clunker.

.....

Docile
doe eyed
submit

sunlight to dusk
paramore amour
and nightfall
asunder silent
quiet to your chores
I rest like a king
feet up in the
man chair

Your laundry round
and dishes clank
my shirt pressed
a cold beer drank

a place has everything
and everything a
need
shower
annointed
dry
my rules
my creed

a land without
borders or rules
is unhappiness
no linen
no lace
no strength
no grace

astray

glaciers of indifferent neon
flash impersonally
aloof
across an emotionless sea of
permutating
pinched
icy countenances

nibbling, numbing
apathetic winds
seek
infiltrate bone

stinging precipitation
marble cold
penetrates pores
with a weather-beaten shudder

cross-legged on the promenade
at the sidelines of
the main thoroughfare of trampling feet
unkempt dank dreadlocks
stooped
short sleeves
no shoes
a small fray-edged blanket

Hullabaloo

an epoch of brutality
met with shed tears
as glass sparkled
where rioters passed
Why? Unanswered
what could have been undone?
had a man not been choked
for such a petty infraction
Why? Unanswered
was a shot ever fired?
seems the land of the free
and brave prefers to cower
behind power first
regardless of lack of threat
Why? Unanswered
Ferguson
Eric Garner
what power fiends
on patrol
irrational reactions
acts of unfit uniformed bullies

Hell On Earth

The world was burning around me
where the sun revealed gory scenery
of corpses with darkened skin
with faces frozen in a silent scream.

Soldiers marching, trampling on humanity
Their blind bullets vanquished innocent lives
What is the meaning of such a victory
that was spawned out of despair and misery?

No guilty conscience, no conviction
my vision of peace distorted
like the reflection on a cracked mirror
stripped of beauty by murderers

I don't know what quatern or not

I don't know what quatern or not

but this piece of exquisite poetic art
tells me somewhere in the hollow of my heart
lies a desire
a want and hope
like the lantern with darkness to elope
as the wanton flows
from within all night
the desires glow
when the lantern will be out
none shall know
my life so does ebb but slow
I want her to know

come alongside once again
to glow
am I wrong to think so?

Dear sublime
only you know

Truths, Myths & Rumors

Is there truth in all that is said
may be, may be not, may be some
yet we fret, or even tirade
over if it's a peach or plum

when we speak of age old myth
Is there truth in all that is said
hard to believe or contend with
to deny it most are afraid

it's so funny how rumors spread
thanks to the world of inter net
Is there truth in all that is said
it's win or lose placing a bet

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