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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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FROM PUPA TO BUTTERFLY - A DIVINE INHERITANCE

A little over
two and a half
millennia ago
one man sought
answers
to some of
humanity's
most troubling
questions

As the day
surreptitiously moved
across intersections
of latitude and longitude
he moved towards
resolution
like a comet in space

Mara
spun a web
of seduction
deceit and horror
in the hope
of ensnaring
the divine one
in celestial flight

#079

blush blue
in all the subtle rush
whom would
stand out

the secret
was that there
was no value

there was no key
in a palm
of eternity

i venture
a density
a value
in meaning
instead

SCARLET SONG

This is hardly the first day
that I have scaled this lofty perch
just as the stars go on their way
the sky turning gray beyond the birch.
My breath turning to a dense mist.

Settling in the tall pine tree
in a field grown wild with plums
thick briers and honeysuckle vines
in sight of tall autumn sweet gums
near where a swamp and shoreline kissed.

One night's stand

Over here in the west
as you know,all from the east
we have folks marrying
all over the world

some come alone
some are fished in
some taken out of a can
then married into sexual profession

they may have earlier called sin
now a situation of win, win
You know how one night stands
came about as Broadways brand?

Later a guy just wrote to me
about his daughter eloping
with some mixed genes kind
German or Italian maybe

Rattle and Co

Hollow is the office that holds this scene
of affected accents and dire attempts at a work ethic
the summarily summoned numerical crunchers throng
around the water coolers dry

Far flung from the passion of crowds, the assembled company:
Rattle and Co go about their business
of rendering the same discordant whine,
the gift to the people holding out begging bowls

HOPE

I perceived her beauty as serene and calm as the ocean,
smooth like it was carved out of a different clay portion.
Poetry condoned from wide thoughts above.
And caught up in higher heights out of reach.
Searching for answers to mysterious questions beneath the earth.
These things are out of sight, yet I fight with all thy might, hoping one day, solutions will creep to my door steps, and offer solution tips, so I can take wild leaps of faith.

a threnody for Dimgba Igwe[iwe]

floodgates thronged his abachaic tin abacus
sepulchral gateway petals pour cinders gust
bonfires brown burgundy bronze bust
red herring for stars departure.Rabbit
orbit ad hominem paves of glossary
carrot cave now on the mountains leap-year
stave and lightyear broken cords vary
foist fears were ears, tears sears
smuggle................. only cotton that reel
real fathom in the souls deep. so much
yon spindle swindle too old to die young
zigzag toe presses pallgall
death dresses made and two tags

Evisceral

an ugly shade
the silver
unbecoming
like the underscore
of a world
grown more

sip our emotions
and pop the lid
on our handholding
feet up on the dirty
plastic chairs
the sunshine
welting into our
photo sensitive
realms

we know nothing
of intimacy
and everything
about just being

the grunge secrecy
worlds betrayed
how we are so
used to that
brutality

Stop

I sat on a volkswagon.today,
it didn't do much.
I sat on a beetle....it squished.

Today I learned a valuable lessson.
When sitting on a volkswagon,
use an elephant.

Storytelling in Pink (No 17 Creel's story)

Ask Fitzroy he has had a body left behind that in stature resembles his, while he and Mackwill's wife are away to have a damn good time, the body may have been supplied by me J Creel to disgrace the hotel LOL, but I was a little late as someone was there before me.
I told him he was finished in this city.
Thank you Mog, how many of you thought he wasn't real,
Yours Creel.
PS:- Mog or one of them is short for Morgan a man of the night who will do anything without question lol, he has an identical twin and they are both evil.

I Creel relates

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