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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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JUST ANOTHER STONE POINT

A few years back I walked a burn
the kind foresters call "controlled".
It cleared the woods of brush and fern
leaving the woods' floor bare and bold.

Most of the ground was blushing red
(from being clay, or being bare?)
all undergrowth unburnt was dead
no sign of deer, wild hog or hare.

Along a ridge where quartz lay white
I chanced to spot a stone spear head
but what really caught my sight
this point was gray as weathered lead.

conduit

empty canvas
screams silence
the nightmare of nothing

fractured fear
spirals
to a bubble of imperfection
where autumns pretend to be spring
and summers cry with winter warmth

half animal
half angel
half lost

becoming
somewhere
on the road to nowhere

but there are times
a vivid forever
sounds in my head

.. a husky deep acknowledgement

and, for a short while
there exists serenity

ALICE

ALICE

Through the looking glass
like Alice I did step
searching for my Innocence
in a child cuddling in a crib
looking for the magic of a soul
that knew no sin
holding on to myself
when I was three
hoping he will release the terror
within this old man
taking my hand
while we walk together
into the dark unknown
for all that I was will end
with me.

God have pity on my soul.

Love

Something that beats no more
It's always crushed and thrown to the floor
Salty tears swell the eyes
Indicating a terrible cry
No longer feeling love nor pain
Living my life in sorrow and vain
Always ending with a final goodbye
Love is something, that'll without fail, die

Franklin Square

Franklin Square.

I love to wake in the damp air of Franklin Square,
Watching those irreverent, inverted pissing geisers
Plummet on the great Man, in broad daylight streams

Lost in the ice, what would he give?
For such temperate relief as this.
I breathe in the moisture and look up at the sky of polarized dreams.

All is well, and I fill in the day, with the great slanted colour of rain,
I don’t care if the wind is wild in St David’s park
And sidelong blows, lead trees gracefully astray

NAKED BRUNCH

Loveless
the walls are an angry oil
with stubs where the photos
hung by tenants long strung
down their roads
Like the grey poles
that hold the thin wires
that moan in the winds
hot and tinged

A fan crawls fast the air
blowing on our emptiness
unashamed uncaring
Down the half mile
a frieght bawls
in the steamy distance

Static so bad on the
scavenged set
I can barely make them
out
beer propped sweating
on a thigh..

Sacked quarterback

Feeling dumped is as a sacked quarterback
Losing the race of life as a missed touchdown
Joy slowed, entrenched in sadness
Spirit of joy stalled, losing a game yours to win.

None to blame but you your self when all is lost in love and war
Decisions are yours in an imperfect world that's strained.
Much self importance and superiority destroys life
and embrace death of insignificant inferior lessors.

Water Me Down

Water me down
I’ve had enough
Try ECT
Or the chemical stuff

Part my hair
Strip my gown
Twist my wrists
And toast the town

String me up
To swing me round
Shape me square
And water me down

Punch a hole
Then stitch it up
Throw a stone
In the beggars cup

Clip my wings
Make me stare
Put a pencil in my mouth
I write on air

When all's laid bare
To the human eye
No help to spy
The well turned lie

hear I come again!

HERE I COME AGAIN
hear I come again!
you compose it
on my behalf
and
I will stamp it fast

I only know you do read
and
only you remain agreed
that my poetry does breed

but alas as Jess says
legs up in the air
come and read me,
if you can't come in
at least cum....
he does mean

and

now he is our poetry chef,
I can't or dare not take liberties
ere he mixes chillies
and
rum in my wine
and cuisine

but so be it

LOVE

I AM SOMETHING
MANY DONT KNOW ME
I AM IN SOMEONE
MANY TRY TO HAVE ME

A FEELING I AM DEFINED AS SUCH
BUT ONLY NOW NOT KNOWN
THE CENTUARRY CHANGES
DAYS GO BY
HOURS DRIFT AWAY
MINUETS BECOME SECONDS
BUT I STAY THE SAME

HATE IS JUST MY OPPOSITE
WITH HATE THERES NO ME
YOU CANT HAVE ME
JUST NOT YET

THE YOUTH ENJOY ME AND FIGHT
THE OLD BRING KIDS
IM THE WOND OF A WOMAN
I CONECT MANY
I BOND VERRY FUN

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