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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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One Step At A Time

One step at a time
with each heartbeat of my life
learning to accept
the mortality of self
that humbles the man in me

monomania madness

it is the thing even darkness fears
the ugliness from which
flies mass and swarm

it authors blind extremism
induces dogmatism
a soul contagion
with hatred born of foolish misconception

it manifests in lies
and shows itself in anger
encourages a normal, sound, sane person
to ignore sister/brotherhood

it demonstrates
betrayal of trust
intolerance

Ladies' Talks (Humour in Poetry WS) Ex. 3

As being sandwiched
in everyday's chores,
silly kid's issues, and the dirty floors,
I switched off my hubby, and answered the T.V,
ironed the food, and cooked the A/C.

The fridge smiled and hubby too. :))

♡♡♡♡♡♡
The original

Before being sandwiched
in every day's mundane chores,
those frivolous issues, and some more,
I come to read you,

I smile

Workshop: 

CHAINZ ' N ' RAVEN

If it were chalk
that were published
on scriptured paper
I would chose black
I would chose greasepencil
those passages
run ruinous with rain
and soaked in the
silence
This dead of winter
that settles quiet
as the snow
brief like a little black
cat on her rounds
Nothing but the trundle
of plows
The landing of aircraft
far on the hilltop
plateau to the North

Chains each year like
a link the small distance
that grows

Of Happiness

Of Happiness

I have all along been sitting and glossing
under an apple tree
all my life
what happiness can be

a simple comparison of combined incidents
some happy
some sorry
and
from the milk of both
if you can but extract
the elixir of happiness
twill a successful story be
of what happiness tis

your poetry lends happiness to me
but let me be happy
and
so end here my story
one must simply be just happy!

Her Deepest Tremor

aroused at her core

molten pressure triggered

optimal pressure increases

steam escape velocity extreme

plate structure agitation

fissure motion

set to…-_

– - shift jarrr!!!!!

roll-symphonic jack hammers

jolt- /sway… not-rock-ab’a

rock a-city– -seismic s- — - hu - d

d-e - – er - -

Calm to discombobulate’/disor’der

re secure civil structure…

until she shakes again

what of a life in pain ?

I was everything
you desired me to be,
wearing rags,
scrubbing floors
I was fucked,
un-mothered
made your whore

When I look
to embrace the sun
I feel my eyes lower
in pure light I feel
my presence shunned,
my steps continue
to graduate to slow
but moving forward
I must to go

Don't cry for me

When you hear of my disablement
Let your minds have amnesia over it
Dotage would be too intense,
But in all don't cry for me.

My eyes squint in the sun
Eyeing nowhere but a dot of the cloud
Over the distant horizon.
My hands holding tightly a wheel chair
Going nowhere, but to a garden stool
Set on the back of the cottage
Where bougainvilleas are climbers
Of jacaranda trees.

You'll have to tame
those goats of yours
rummaging in bins
with appetites hearty!
Their gizzards are bloated, swollen and farty!

It's not the same
wearing this dress
it's feeling quite snug;
with cleavages bulging.
I can't help thinking I'm over indulging!

Oh what a game
sharing a bed
tossing and turning
that's just the way it goes.
Him with his sharp nails and big toe up me nose!

Carrie and Wes for the humor workshop

Sly Hemlock Shomes
Had an obsession with hair
The loss of his favorite combs
Was far too much to bare.

In his despair, he couldn't find
Any of his checkered hats,
So he threw on one of his cats
And began to tear apart his lair

From here to there
Hemlock looked about.
He became so frustrated
That he started to shout.

The cat got scared,
Pulled out his hair
And left him dandy bald
With still no hats to wear.

Workshop: 

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