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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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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Going

I forgot to nail one foot to the floor
whilst reading "On The Road" yet again
time nor distance wait the impatient tread
of distance unrolling for mere distance sake.
There is no fear, regret nor dread
as responsibilities are shed in widening wake
there is naught ahead but more and more yet more
revealing as it comes great vistas full of mayhem

revenge

he's really my true love - I saw him first
I took one look and weakened at the knees
I thought, to start, my heart would nearly burst
but, damn it, now he's Kimberley's new squeeze

O fickle heart of finger, that of fate
he smiled and stared, so sensual, at my lip
when Kimberley called out to him to wait
pretending she was swooning - 'bout to slip

Jack and Jill fairytale (humor in poem ws)

Jack and Jill walked up the hill to fetch a pail of water. It was days later before they were seen again. The three little pigs awaited their pails of water grunting and grunting watching the hills for Jack and Jill to fill their troughs with water.

Workshop: 

TO WACO AT 2 YEARS

Fate is a strange thing so they say
and I at three long score of years
know that come 'most any day
I might pass through that veil of tears
before you have the chance to know me.
Such is the grinding of time's gears.

It may be that many years from now
you'll look through an old photo book
then pause with wrinkled curious brow
at my faded picture someone took
then start to wonder about me
as through faded film my eyes look.

Yeah that's all

Is that all

After such a long time
spent in the wilderness
I have stopped composing
as only Ian reads me
and I stop dead
at two only...Jess' restrictions

now I spend hours leisurely
at a new site
lovely tis

each moment is bliss
they all send flying kiss
gals and guys doesn't matter
its all coz
I am Loved and Lovedly

There some one
Wantedly
Neopoets be happy
You produced a one like me

T I N S I L K H Y D A F O I L E D

Cacaphony
wakes me
beneath the floor
the television scores
mingle word per
words
before the night
slips away
you
before the dark
wakes me
dreams

fumbling for purpose
more in dream
then awake
down the stairs
the main room
dark
save the light
of an oven hood
the blue room glow
of the set turned low
television stampede
of ads

ONE WINDY DAY (humor in poetry shop)

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
while suffering badly with gas
hoping that it would muffle the buffer
whenever she let the gas pass.

Just as she started to strain
the bad wolf happened by
so she clamped down on her gastric pain
then turned up her eyes to the sky.

The hungry wolf caught her right up
and headed toward home
saying he'd have her over to sup
(and this ain't the end of this tome)

Workshop: 

MOON SCAPE

MOON SCAPE

I push the language to its edge
and through the bounds of standard,
the word takes on a life of its own
sinew and bone
of metaphor and oxymoron
meanings never before told
The soul speaks in irrational tones
and strikes unknown realities:
the other side of the moon.

Robin Hood In the Wood (Humor In Poetry WS)

When the clock struck twelve,
Alice wondered if she should run,
she thought about the forty thieves
and how the night was full of fun.

But the Snow White shivered,
and she slipped over the frost,
none of the three bears however,
could find the slipper she lost.

She couldn't find the magic lamp,
and when the witch awoke,
the little pigs slept well,
and her magic spells broke.

Workshop: 

The Baron Bulltookensheraku (humor shop)

The Baron Bulltookensheraku
ate pork the wolf dragged in thru
the door of Pulwikit Castle.
The wolf got the bones
and a piece of the girl
who rode with her red cloak a flashing.
When Charming rode up
to rescue the broad
she said, “No thanks lover, I’m happy.”

Workshop: 

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