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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.

 

PAY ATTENTION

my pen exploded again
staining the tips of my fingers blue
blue like that shirt you wear
with the curved letters
that look like a breeze has caught them
relax
i remember pressing my ears to those letters
so i could hear the rhythm of your heart
and feel the melody of your fingertips tingling my spine
there's a shiver rushing through me now
as it did then
and im watching the nurse talk on the phone about a patient
who has no health insurance
and he should really stop smoking

The Thief ( Limerick WS)(with spoken word)

A thief once went by the name of Death,
had stolen the Man but not his wealth.
In the day or the night,
while it's dark or bright,
but never been accused of taking the breath.

https://soundcloud.com/rula68/the-thief

TOWARD OR FROM?

Autumn leaves arise from the road
and rush to follow me
each one bearing its own load
of some half forgotten memory.

My truck and I leave them behind
as gleaned fields take their place
with naught but stubble to remind
of grain field oceans they've replaced.

The dashes of the center line
flash by in a blur,
continuous as the tires' whine
or heater's almost silent whir.

Walking with whom

I walked with you, in the perfection of time
I felt the talk words echo through my mind
As we passed by, they called out all things to me
Of things I wished to know, as I travelled on my way

You smiled as the colours bounced away at my very soul,
You accepted that the think talk was the one I would know
As if we were to stay here for ever and a day
The words flowed as a stream, that bubbled on its way

Digital Drugs

Digital drugs are becoming the dread
that fears the world, youth are dead
with beats and sounds
that cost but pounds
the venom drone, on and on, fast spread.

To learn more:
http://www.wired.com/2010/07/digital-drugs/

"Don't play it again, Sam.""

""DON'T PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM""

I live between the moments
falling into cracks of Time
pulling myself back
into metaphor and rhyme

My poetry is the reflection
of my soul.
It speaks its mystery
not of one but of all

But I emerge invisible
and it seems my words
have lost their meaning
There is nothing more to say .
.
.
It's time to let go.

Breaking Free

There you stand before me,
a stranger in the mirror
created from a layer of lies
served over the years.

I hated you because you're untrue!
The fault lies in me, I made you
but now I want a touch of reality
to be the real me, not a make-belief!

My soul grows weary of your presence,
burdened by overbearing guilt and shame.
Get out of my life! I don't want you anymore!
I shattered the mirror to end your game.

Lonely tear (serious limericks)

I dare you to feel the hurt that is mine
You catch me crying some of the time
For my true love I grieve
Move away from me, "Leave."
Just remember for whom, I write this rhyme.

Hold On

All i can ask of you is to hold on
I know at times its as if im approached wrong
As if my woes song is all i dance to
As if im so empty when i romance you
The windows of my soul are blurred
With terrential rain, thinking otherwise
A mental strain speaking words aside
From sorrow is deafening, regretting when
You felt you were with a stranger
A man unsure of himself, a danger
To whatever peace and joy was intended
To whatever hope of the future has mended
I suffer slowly on a daily basis, i pray i make it

A lover translates desire

TWO POEMS
ONE

Adam n his apple

It was a depiction of a male’s apple
hanging within which seeds were hidden
they enjoyed and the serpent still springs
all love it when it does sting
in the bedroom darkness
that’s when only we get light
a flash of awakening
and
emerge with wanton love
a desire for more
that’s what, was the lesson
from the garden
ask no god

use yours......

Those blooming eyes

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