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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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Vagabond in passing

a slovenly man down the road
looked like he could use an abode
his beard was rank
on the sidewalk he stank
but his smile was what really showed

Rocking Chair Reckoning

sitting gallantly in my rocking chair
gazing at hazy leftover scenes
I seek a thread,
a stitch,
a connection
binding and defining the whole.

I find nothing

but a slapdash circus of thrilling randomness:

non-sequiturs and cliff-hangers
dropped, one after the other,
into a roiling mess of "WTF?"

I am, it seems,
immune to the standard terrors
of chaotic change
so, with nary a druther
I conclude:

it has been grand
...touring life on the "No plan" plan.

Dorian Gray in Hexadecimal Pastels

I am the gigabyte’s cracked tooth,

the GIF peeling in a Harvard darkroom.

Our profile picture floats in here in ReelTime;

What was your first memory?

I am the Like Liquor, the Pixel Party, the Virtual

Opioid and Synthetic Letter Bend. Our profile picture

floats here in an Instagram pond, move closer.

Stay. The aluminum of your trackpad massage

warms the blue chill, come closer. Download begun.

W I S H B O N E

manubrium
where the light catchs
in the spray of hair
like midnight
rushing in the wind

the snows arriving
sizzling on the hot
red tip
the press of the
rich gloss
on still youthful
lips
the promise of
midnight
glistening
cresting in a snarl
the cork paper
the brand name
the rose touch

coriander millage

the possessions
ghost lingers
like a liners wake
sleek and fast

trim lines
evocative power

will you remember

Will you remember
when I am gone

in the clouds
submerged
in the ocean
burned
in a forest blaze,

cremated in a desert
by the solar heat,
buried in the sand
near an oasis,
a mirage of sorts

when the palm trees bear no dates
and
apple trees sway
in the sun
with dangling ones

will you remember
the soft music you played
as wanton love
once you displayed
then all fell on silent ears
soundless and deaf

Ouch (This is serious Limericks)

With knee on my chest
The dentist knew best
Tooth gave way
Dentist flew away
They say he has gone west

La La

Blasphemy

You tell me I am godless,
But I have more gods than you,
You say I am a sinner,
But its your foot in that shoe.

You claim I have no faith,
Yet everything is sacred,
You label me a satyr,
But its your love that is tainted,

Then you call me heretic,
Apostate and blasphemer,
As you hate within your empty church
Pretending you’re a believer.

But that darkness in your heart
Does not exist in mine,
And while you rage at my beliefs
You only make them shine.

Earthquake

When the earth trembles in fury
many buildings are shifted, causing agony
as their walls cracked and crumbled,
burying many lives under the rubble.

The tragedy leaves great cities in ruins
people staring at them in utter disbelief
some are crying loudly, kneeling
others rendered speechless, hearts breaking

they gather together, sharing grief
unable to find words to relief
their troubled hearts and worries
their souls denied of peace.

Now, Go Back To Sleep!

aging in silence
a dusty old thought,
lost and forgotten,
resurfaces
for a brief
session of peek-a-boo

mysterious as youth
small as a sparkle
yet, echoing through
the quiescence of reflection;
boisterous as a precocious child

'tis but a trifle!

but in this enchanting moment,
beheld, once again,
as a gem of epiphanic vitality.

dash dot la creme

porpoise winds
like a water rich bank
breaking

the arc full of shinning
vision
meaning
in the crash
to the liquid embrace

the engines idling
the bank wide
horizon endless
blue deep
beneath the roll
at our feet

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