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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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My Ascension

Tonight
I leave the world behind
to search for the light
that holds the thread that binds

The hopes I used to hold
no longer glow,
obscured by all the ashes
of dreams I used to grow

I watch them burn
through the window of my grief
and then I plead
for a chance for relief

All of my strength has long been depleted
Things that I once had are all long gone
I am falling apart, torn and shredded
like flesh stripped from the bone

the letter

she worked with her pencil and paper
while her mother did the ironing
it was common practise for the child
she ofttimes delighted in drawing
but today she didn’t sketch, she scribbled
precise loops forming between the lines
I’m writing a letter to Nana, she said
’cos I really miss her sometimes

Different Strokes - [Raj & Judyanne]

Sharing below 2 versions of the same poem, first one by me, followed by the polished version by Judyanne who within minutes converted it into a sonnet.

A Shepherd's Surmise - [Raj]

Down the slopes of a grassy terrain
steeped in sunshine after the rain
herding his cattle with his bruised hook
shepherding them along a babbling brook

the winter had made way to a promising spring
his cows had mated, awaiting new offspring
heading home he thought of his tiny tots
feeding on milk after a longish drought

a passerby

All these years have flown by
and what do you know
most have passed me by
hoping by now
I must have passed by

intermingled in the starry sky
how can one now that distance fly?
to catch a simple passerby
time does also fly

so am I now here
merged in twilight
as dawn breaks
for folks like you
again
my form has lead me down
the stormy drain
lapsed in the folds of time

as time ultimately all does maim
and I can’t say a name
which hasn't passed

the angel

'she has beautiful, bright blue eyes, and long, golden, thick locks of hair
who is she now? who is that girl, hovering up in the air?'
my eyes trace frail, bony digits, that point to the ceiling’s corner
walls, shadows, a cobweb or two, I see no-one, I say to her

Tyburn

sheeny
shiny
ugly
surly
to mimic the sheeny, shiny stars
abandon the ugly, surly scars

The sea rages on

Too many bad decisions
Makes life a cold place to live
People don't take excuses
When you should know better

Losing your job
Living in shelters
Calling home for a few bucks
To keep moving ain't bad

Just hope you would
Respond to the consequences
Of your actions while
it's still a good thought In your head

And we won't be back
At square one with you
Every time the sunrise and set
In the midst of a stormy night

you're beautiful when you're ugly

sitting in the passenger seat of a pickup truck
singing…
more like screeching
the lyrics to an overplayed
meaningless
shallow
pop song
barely knows the words
but its fun anyway
being obnoxious
with unbrushed hair
full of static from the silk of a winter coat
and a velvet hat
feeling a bit guilty for eating one too many chocolates
and pizza for breakfast
even so comes the voice from the driver seat...
wow...
you’re beautiful.

Sun on 19

these dreams weeded beetles

and the ice record cicadas

spun rapunzel's straw gold

in a circus of mice and raspberry tart

found by the fuzz at a carnival robbery.

you've wedded a paper heart in the passing

hands of my life's gas bubble. I trace

your gumption on beaded granulates,

rock salt hindu dots, DNA on sugar cubed

rorschach points, dawn anodynes of polka

and red bingo markers on the trick mirrors

my life has arranged. a trinity knot will wind

Arm all doors FEBRUARY CONTEST ON DOORS

The most delightful words
ever heard
ere take of
the wages start.

But this time there will be an exception,
a young King is being brought.

Tutankhamen
The Egyptian 18 year old King
laying in a solid golden coffin,
three thousand years since.
He is still embalmed!

They don’t want to his silent soul alarm
they will get him in
through the rear emergency door,
ere they finally fly off.

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