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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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Astounding....

Astounding…

Got a stone in my shoe
it came in through a hole.
Deliberating what I’ll do,
with my wandering soul.

The hole in my shoe
it lets in fresh air.
That sure is one sole,
I don’t need to repair.

As long as the sun shines,
I’ll keep this holed footwear.
I can truly say it’s mine,
my own cross to bare.

Don’t believe in the cross,
does that mean I’ve no soul.
Not a great big loss,
still feel like I’m whole.

Noble and Ignoble

The wooden cup stood up
and said to the silver
What is the difference betwix you and I?
Tell me what is the Unlikeness?
Lips press against me just
as they press
against you
They slobber
wine down the side
of our cup and flute
until they can hardly stand
and are unconscious and mute
They grasp us and drop us
in their stupor and rage
They throw us and pick us up
and press us against their lips
again and again.
The silver goblet shined intensely

In The Realm of Despair

A land barren of hope,
never knows the soothing wind
The trees standing here
have bare branches, black as sin

The rivers are murky waters,
carrying the stench of cowardice
where the quitters' souls drown,
having lost their will to fly.

There are no beautiful colours here,
only creeping shadows of the past
where the ghosts of the fallen gather
bemoaning their fate turned to dust.

This is the hell created by Man
when he refused to strive

A Thanksgiving Scene

maeve is dancing to love boat,
and I seriously wish I could tell you.
this entire time we would be texting
and I would tell you how weird she is,
and you would probably call me a dork.
frankie bostello says love won't hurt anymore,
I wish my friends were here.
mom makes dinner for five in her penguin pajamas.
she made me put lights on the tree outside,
and the job I did was so utterly terrible
she yelled and me and redid the whole thing.
dad is napping.
dad is never not napping.

Voices

I swore I'd never forget
the sound of your voice
But it's slipping now
So much noise
Too many gripping fingers
In my mind

I'm scrambling to keep hold
Cause I can't let you go
Everyone's released you
But I'm fighting to hold on

The moments we shared
The joy and laughter you evoked
tears I have cried and the ones
I've had to wipe away

Toy guns will get you killed

A twelve year old boy on the playground
Like all kids clowning around
Aims his toy pellet gun
At walkers just for fun
Shot by cops, lays dead on the ground.

unnameable - senryu

finely nuanced Zen
moments, my sensitive gaze
unfurls mysteries

"Come"

If I can't ask for good music even amongst
the news, please thank me later on. A man
with bleary red egg yolk for eyes fell down
a ravine and re-emerged from the city bathhouse
drain as the second coming of Christ still in
a grainy color edition of a B-film. His hair
is a light blonde, his eyes a skinned blue halo.
The water is a vinyl black freezing in rivulets
which are guitar picks for a moment, frosty
constellates pausing on each zipped flat
of his cardigan guitar case, torn as he moves

Objection

I object! I object!
This child is too green
to define love
and the lure of sin!

She knows not the diference
between lust and true affection!
Don't let her lose her innocence
to the filthy hands of mortal demons!

Dear God! Let me taste her anger
and the hate from her young heart
that she may thank me later
for never letting her drift apart.

Reflection

Myriads of furious lightning bolts freely marry
Lovely waters of the storming sea,
The wedding and desire of waves and fire
A union far less fleeting
Than that of you and me
And that burden shall I carry.

Hellish hoarfrost hovers on heart and window
I wait patiently for you at the sill,
Enthusiastic and bent on your advent
When you were to come over the hill
While I watched for spring as well
Even if I only saw the snow.

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