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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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French Mystery...

Detective French sat in the pub
Down in his cups again
Seems he had, it all wrong this time
As he looked out at the rain

This Mog; it was, a nasty beast
No body to arrest
Just the spirit of an evil thing
My God, it was a mess!

Guy reflected that it surely was
Time for him to go
Retiring now, seemed the thing to do
He'd gotten way too slow

The things he'd thought were writ in stone
Now just didn't apply
Spirits, madness and crazy things
Were too much for this detective Guy

Hitler's Unfinished Rape

That Living Drag….

I’m picking up paper words that rhyme,
dreaming of a better place in time.
Thinking someday everyone should
just chill.
No one says these words are good,
let alone read or understood,
But I know who has the strongest
will.

Because these words they come to me,
from windows in a mind I see.
Constantly they race and fool
around.
Strange your thinking how can we,
let our hearts and minds open up to be.
A place where lyrics like to sound
profound

Nature's Delights

A fallen leaf swaying in the wind,
succumbing to its will before bowing to earth,
becoming one with the land
to begin the joy of a lifecycle's rebirth

The foamy waves along the shore
coming and going, forming a pattern of the sea
changing landscapes through time,
displaying their treasures on the beach for you and me

The palm trees waving from a distant,
greeting the visitors, humans and animals
while the birds flying across the heavens
such graceful wind dancers of the world

PUPPETS, BIRDS AND OTHER THIINGS ;EDIT

PUPPETS. BIRDS AND OTHER THINGS

I am a puppet on a string
a bird with a broken wing
floundering.
I can't dance or sing
with grace and dignity
as I used to. do.
But you will hear my truth
ring out in words golden. clear
and if you look carefully
you may see me standing there
for my heart and soul I bare.

TRAILS

Near silently I drift the path
through these woods of autumn gold
in a soaking night rain's aftermath.
The air is crisp but tending cold.

The sun breaks through the fleeing clouds,
hurling lances here and there
which rip apart the gray sky's shroud
with a scattering reflected glare.

My pace is slow on down the way
but I'm not really in a hurry
to fill up this day's empty pail
and resume a life that's frought with worry.

Not A Word Out Of Me

Its sad, I really hate talking to your a~~
As you miss the exit home, I let you pass
We are leaving the Children Hospital with our daughter
And her two daughters, ugh those dead beat fathers
The cardiologist insist its a behavior problem and all she needs is a whack.

A Perscription for discipline he ordered
And that's not sitting well with my daughter
Now she is pissed saying, “he just wasted my time”
Not a word out of me, a zipper is mine
As he continue to drive miles on I-77 unbothered.

The Art Of Silence

To embrace silence is to offer a chance to listen
and to separate the truth from the lies
to decide which is fact and which is fiction
so that the mind will be clear, not blind.

When too many voices are speaking,
there is a risk of misinformation.
Too many perceptions can only bring
wrongful judgement and misinterpretation.

Many people speak without thinking
their tongues wagging, gossipping,
forgetting their own shortcomings
as if they are non- existing

LOOKING BACK { A CHiILD'S HEART]

LOOKING BACK A CHILD'S HEART

I regret the many foolish
and hurtful things I've said
and done when I was young.
I'm sorry for the wasted days
turning into lost years fleeting by.

I never did understand the anger.
the beatings and the silence
.My child's heart felt too deeply
and hurt too easily
and sometimes I wonder
why I was the one of two
who survived.

ingrained memory only

A memory ingrained only

I remember the one ....
since long gone...
she left all forlorn...
gave birth to two..
then left all including him and me too ....

she was a darling love once...
but was fooled in by a dunce ....
she gave in to him..
left memories only ...
sad story ...

she was young ....
I couldn't help her even once..
she wouldn't listen...

gorgeous.................

histories pressed on the walls
the thin face now
rushing through the traces
And my muses Like Valkries
ride....the horse tired

the cracking brace

The mill torn down
full of its nightlong noise
the rippling twenties
roof...its lights..
its beepers of the
back up loaders

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