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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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Earliest Memory

it prompts an awe-inspiring contemplation -
a memory I have lived with all my way
throughout this life, this single incarnation
and who I was back then unchanged today

above the ground with gentle smooth floatation
I’m headed somewhere, making not a sound
a nebulous affect of glum negation
not wanting to not what? I’ve never found

there’s someone with me, someone that I know
forgetting now, today, just who it was
we seemed to be departing rosy glow
to places dull and full of squalid flaws

Happiness ala virus kindness Judy edit

Happiness
like a virus
comes and goes
how it comes
and
where it goes
no one yet knows

Billions of dollars
down the drain go
as they all want to sow
the virus of happiness
plenty more to grow

But still scientists,
doctors
do not yet know
how come

cold cures in a week
with medicine
and in seven days
it goes
without.......

A Message To A Friend (An Elizabethan Sonnet)

When life is stained with shades of grim and grey,
you find yourself, a wreck, engulfed in pain.
It chokes your voice and claims you as its prey,
the tears of rage you cry will pour like rain.

You try to crawl away to free your heart,
the one that time has ravaged , stretched a mile.
As all your hopes and dreams are torn apart,
your soul's defeat has left a taste so vile.

spindle

wild weave the way
clutch my hand
dare we plunge
through dark
to chase the light

the madness of
masks revealing
sweet smiles
and ravenous
snarls

in the thin blade
of a thing hour
we stumble

and for a moment
our contact
lost
you find the
apple
lain in wait
and binge

now starry eyed
forever lay
the darkness
claiming
its stay

and the light
the hell
of lonliness

did you look
back
betrayed?

...

Waking Up To Life

No matter the weather
Robin sings
Rain or shine, wind or ice
it's as if he thinks he's in paradise.

He's the most jubilant
little bird
summer, winter or spring
'cos he always seems to be twittering.

Even when the earth quakes
he's happy
night, dusk, morning and noon
he's chirpy with glee and warbles his tune.

So thanks little robin
for your heart
bold, courageous and strong
and for giving us joy with your sweet song.

The Doors Of My Mind February contest

One, two, three and four.
Look at all the doors!
Some hanging from the ceiling,
some screwed onto the floor.
Swinging open and shut,
like a two by four.

Which one shall I choose,
memories of the past?
Tearing open old wounds,
reminiscing about love
that didn't last?
Cut off by the slamming of the door!

What about the one
filled with things that
need to be forgotten?
Too many emotions,
not hardly for the downtrodden.
Would someone shut that door?!

Many Doors To Open (Feb. Contest)

She knocked at many doors of opportunity
But none would open to her in her lifetime
She hustled day and night with all her might
Making sales here and there with her creativity.

She ran the streets in her high heels
Looking for love in all the wrong men
The door to true love just wouldn't open
Her boobs and booty is what appeals.

She got lucky this Valentine's Day
Two weeks of romance and some fudge
Then she opened the door to motherhood
A door she opened to Mother's Day.

Cold minus forty

Cold minus forty

If cold alone was to be an enemy
then what would we do
with those who really are?

scorpions as found on airplanes
where every ant is screened,
yet scorpions go clean
no blood
no X-ray can come in an arachnid’s way
but from Scorpios friends
do try to stay away
can you?
or else remember me some day
how Scorps can you way lay
but for your kind souls
I may still pray...

In and Out... Feb. contest

Some doors will open and some doors will close
Be careful, most careful, they may close on your nose
Not that I couldn't stand to lose just a bit
There are days that it's rubbed deep in the shit

The door to my heart, some have unlocked
There are doors to my secrets, you might be shocked
Behind those closed doors, I keep who I am
There stuff is piled up against the jamb

INTO THE DEPTHS

INTO THE DEPTHS

I sink to depths without measure
and my thoughts sicken my soul.
My heart speaks the unspeakable
and my mind sees what is before me.
I don't understand the deep sadness of loss
that lingers a lifetime and the pain
of one's own dying,
I don't understand Death's silence
and the sudden and cruel disconnect
with those we love.
And I will never understand the suffering
that Life brings,

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