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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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Posioned Honey

You got caught
Up in the world
Forgot how to live
I've got the cigar
You never smoked
In my back pocket
The heart you forgot
You had broken
On my sleeve

You've forgotten everything
You used to be
Those promises you made
The vows we had taken
Enough is enough

Release me from
These shackles
Of a life once lived
And not completed

EXTRAPOLATIAN MOUNTIAN RANGE

smokey-hued
you're like a room
hardened by whiskey and sweat
the floors worn out by the heels
of Hate and Love

Shinning in the lights
we carve our ways
passing shift work

The lines rising
your legs thin
hurrying to arrive
and hurrying to leave

Your eyes like a mountian
stream...the curve of its
mystery, the light
surrounded by darkness..

man of the hill
I know nothing
but I remember
your summer
hand upon my
chest

Car Radio

I’m sorry I can no longer hide it
In my dark mind from the start
Forced to deal with the violent
Fires of my once cold heart
You torched my world aflame
To dance among the embers
Now I’m shouting to exclaim
Love that everyone remembers
With stories of burning passion
That may give you the identity
I am your demons’ assassin
And your closest extremity
For this dream is just a lie
Leave the scene I say goodbye

Like it wasn't love

Everything is fading fast
While I beg for it to freeze
To slow down
To stop time
And let it all be

Why is this retreat so quick
No fleeting grasping hands
Or soft spoken words
Each second more separation
Between two that used to be one

There are no words left
No warm soothing touches
Just cold harsh air
Replacing where intertwined pieces used to rest

This seems to be the goodbye
That was never supposed to be
This is the loss we were
Never supposed to feel

Let It Be

Let it be
that hatred is the venom
you spit out
before it poisons
your heart and soul,
that your faith remains
fresh like the morning dew
when the day begins
as you live your life anew
and the smile that you wear
is not a hypocrite's lie

give n take

If you give them an inch
And they take a whole mile
Give of things squirlish
Unholy and vile

wit

wit
...
.......
is d shit
that won't fit
in yr everyday coffin

>coughing sound

hey this one's still alive
...
thrive
i
dare
u

of white light

Light!

There is no white light
All colours combine
and bring about sunshine.
V I B G Y O R
Violet is like flowers are violet and blue
I love you!
Indigo is the colour
with which clothes are washed
and they then glow

Blue is the colour of eyes
all love but few know
they always lovers ignore,

Green is the colour of leaves and trees
till autumn arrives and nudifies
then we always say
grass is greener
on the other side
of the hill

skein

wear our footsteps
like the hush
now
the history against us
we were the current
the spark that spun
and dazzled the
dizzy dapple
in fat summer
the black shade
crept through us
the spirits like a ripple
fast
and free

hunter eyes now
wary and skittish
more beautiful

A Study in Pink: Main Thread. 26 LOVEDLY

It didn’t take me long after leaving Creel behind
I eavesdropped at a few partly open hotel doors
yeah waited a while and watched for a host
to take me to America's wildest shores,

Ah! A rich man and his sweetest whore

I imagined I’d like to join in the fun
I entered the richest bum, as he played his game
his eyes turned bloody red not seen before
by the woman of the street, dirty littlest whore.

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