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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 little secret

There's something I must tell you
Don't worry about a lie because it's true
You know that smile I always wear?
It's not real because in my heart there's been a tear
Do you know that laugh I always use?
I use it because your words are abuse
You know my favorite sweater?
I don't use it for the weather
The scars that I hide?
They wash away with the tide
The pain that I feel?
It's nothing but real
Now that I've been sucked into the darkness

* IDEE FIXE *

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L Absynthe

a light shones upon thee
the translucent ear
the plump cheekbone
rounded and thrust out
Heart Shaped
the fine dew hairs
and shinning
strands reaching
down the supple
swerve to hips

Grandmothers tea
spoon
Sterling
A time of Vampires
and electricity
Rabbitholes
and Hypnosis

Rasp magnesium
rounded spring loaded
flint
the flare pop in
inscence providence
and french linen
tops
romper skye blue
wear withall

Don’t Disregard the Voices

Simple Simon
Crazy Joe
The Merry Trickster
Aunty Flo
tow the line
until it hurts
throw a spanner
in the works
cut the flower
for the show
leave the bloom
and watch it grow
crank the handle’s
overdrive
disconnect
the whole bee hive
paint snot drying
fast enough
where’s the fire
what’s the rush

Sun Rise in USA....The sun did rise finally!

Sun Rise in USA

A week ago in Chicago
guys did not know
whether ever again
the sun will glow

and

on plantations
seeds, farmers again will sow
so they wanted to stay
indoors and human seeds lay
whilst in bed

perhaps God will urge
the Americans to curb
as more population is born

SUNRISE

I didn't know that I missed shadows
throughout these endless winter days
when skies were unrelenting gray
and sunshine was nowhere to be found.

All the world was bleak and stark
lacking detail, even depth
where horizons faded into haze
and days all passed without remark.

Old eyes strained from lack of light
and had no need of a hat's brim.
No stars or moon lit up the night
all dark as inside a black cow.

The Mind Is Free

A man's body shackled by sickness,
lying on the bed, weakened
but his mind can still be free
to dance in his fantasy,
to fly with the mighty eagles
looking at the world from above,
to explore the wonders of space
witness the birth of a planet
or to journey to the past
reviving the good times shared
with loving family and friends

The body may be imprisoned
but the mind is free

A p h e l i o n g i n g

tremulo
an escapade siippery
with the dew of starry eyes
Sparks sprinkle down
from the pyres
thoughts of ash
soft as silk
syllables silent
cast
the magic of the heat

Wavering the copper green
an aurora breath
lingering
This dark wood watch
the golden glow
in animation fronds
upon the trunks
of old souls
borne fruitful
stolid rising
from the stones
and dirth of
leaves and
laying fast beneath
the breadth of
white

The Loss of Another

Winter bares its naked trees
tracing my eyes
with a blizzard wonderland
as I seek to find
an end to the strife
playing hide and seek with ghosts
that never try to find me
burgeoning an anger,
a sorrow,
that pushes against my skin
like a polyester suit
tailored twenty pounds too tight.

spiritually soulful

Spiritually soulful

that alone makes your boat steer
the life of a river
you call soul

But I fear
as the river goes
towards the estuary
it lingers within me

when will the waters flow?
ere
I also go
but yet life is too slow
the turns and twists of the river
tell me so

Friend stay some more
who will then know?
from where to where
your river did flow
so still I say
go slow

SPINNING

SPINNING

The world is spinning out of control
and all that I knew yesterday is gone.
I've been away so long from
my days of hopes and dreams.
My body has betrayed my soul.
and I see with eyes sharp and clear
what lies before me
and my heart sinks in the knowing

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