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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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sexocity

I’d like to cup your face.... and each bit of your face... with my lips I'd love to trace.....let divine set my pace... we will nectar all over trace... twill be my place... where comes a fountain ..and your where shoots like the gun... with ecstatic loves abandon ...we will entwine... like summer vine... in between the integrate... two loving minds... yours and mine.....now is the hour... we have together.... love each other like no other ...you grasp me my whole ...let's be integrated as a single soul ...and live a loving life as one singular sole..but whole...

Section 23 Urilla rides

Stars white clouds vivid visions, twitching fingers Mog alive. On horseback Urilla gallops. Her black hair sways in the wind. Red eyed and conscious Mog strengthens her unaware. she impales Annabel takes her trophy of heads at foot of the mountain her secret uncovered. Game over "off with their heads" has come to an end 

k u r t u z e e B a r r e

I want to scream
and throw this ghost
against the frieze of walls
shatter like a fresco

But its ivy
is rippling in the wind
of your voice

You;ve awoken
the mobile
the inert
the resting
sleep

Its dreamlight
this sky is wrong

THe Blue Period
gushing
like a high
its heat in the arms
where we never
spent
a day
a minute

I am dressed
flipping a zippo
with a thumb
and fingers

A STUDY IN PINK SECTION 22

Laughing Annabel did not see Urilla's twitching fingers
Mog will never be defeated so easily after surviving for many years
it is easy for him to enter or leave a host's body
before death claims the human soul for eternity

The deranged killer learns the truth when Mog strike
with a great roar, he impaled her back and her body grow slack
Annabel's corpse fell off the horse, a fitting end for a killer without remorse
Mog left Urilla's body to hunt anew seeking another who's just as cruel

which guy can

Which guy can
estrogen make
without balls,
do say
Adrenalin still flows my way
I have lost all counts
so do not dismay
life now slowly
but gradually ebbs away
you are not alone
going out of your way
sans all
so for a while longer do stay
time's journey is not yet out
that I can say
show your entire pathway
as Neopoets ask you to linger
if you may
we all look at you
without your saying look at me
what will Neo
without you be?
Cheers, we all will miss

HERE

this shitty plastic money feels as fake as life
sometimes
fluttering down sprung from the wallet
crescent off the hip

Hopelessly awkward
these bastards hands
no matter how refined I try

In the paper are your trips
folded like Origami
a boring fold

Bend down to run your hands
dexterous and beautiful
on the old machine
Olivetti

I would have died to have
gotten it
and having it
I wrote not a word

your eyes spied it
my reward
You before me
squatting
cooing

The Cure

When one has a headache
drink water,
meditate,
take an aspirin.

When pain persists
seek medical advice.

When that fails
seek psychiatric or spiritual help.

When that fails,
like Socrates,
sacrifice a rooster
to Asclepius, god of medicine and his daughters
Hygieia (Hygiene)
Iaso (the goddess of recuperation from illness)
Aceso (the goddess of the healing process)
Aglæa (the goddess of beauty, splendour, glory, magnificence, and adornment)
and Panacea (the goddess of universal remedy)

A simple poet

Simply a poet
I am an ordinary poet
read by many friends and well wishers
across the globe...
why should I join a competition?
what for?
money and fame are like wax of a candle
tis the flame alone
which gives warmth and recognition
it gives light and comfort at all times
from births to temples, churches, monasteries
and
finally the grave
some intellectual’s poor ones
read under the candle light
so all I wish to do
is to thank you for reading me too...
a poet out of the blue!

Soulless insurgence

By the light of the waning moon
Sat I once again to soon
I would see the light of dawn
Leaking through the tattered clouds

A heart asunder with tears Unshed
For its to that quiet place
My dark twisted thoughts have fled
Dark. Self loathing. Destructive threads

Branching out to strangle my soul
To plunder what's left of joy
To tear apart any rememant of a smile
For once I've walked more than a mile

For Carrie.

There once was a girl named Miscomical
who played with long things anatomical.
She pulled on the rods
as if praying to Gods
and she tugged on the rods nigh fanatical.

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