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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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Mog's Choice section 16

Drifting toward the murder scene
I sense a hot bar of emotions there
but one host has already left the scene
yet tastes are teeming everywhere.

But one person is two it seems
and thus has a more enticing flavor
a divided host with ragged seams
this is the one which I will favor

So I dive into his mind
and find his name is Annabel...
........
My eyes just can't stop watching the body
then they blur with fright and pain
and my true self is shoved aside
I feel that I have gone insane.

ABOUT TREES

The brittle branches of an old tree
begin to break and fall
when the years finally take their toll.
I never thought Time would betray
and break me in the same way.

Lost Innocence

A lonely street bleeds despair
as innocence ravaged by immorality
where women and children stripped bare
by sinners who know no pity.

The warmth of their smiles stolen
turned into an art of seduction.
Their laughter faded in memory
as they fell deeper into misery.

you see them walking here
in clothes barren of decency
in truth they lived in fear
caged in their insecurity

o medo de amar

there is
there of
this light
fulfills but nothing
just the bowls of your eyes
which my thirst
longs for
but its salted
its poison

I will parch
without returning
trusting you

having fed
this trust
is a tryst
mouth watering
and fixated

obsession
and compulsion
when this wind
blows
and you are open
the light shines
upon you and
the hair
that is fine upon
you is like an
aura

A life to sleep

They say now sleep
why are you awake
tis so late...

is all life we have to sleep?
and so why should one weep
let the sun and stars and the moon
do their rounds
all around me
then let them turn by turn sleep
when I am 103
then will be my turn to sleep
as these three folks

the sun the moon and millions of their siblings
lovely galaxy stars
stand beside me...
as I slumber the eternal sleep
where will then you humans try to find me
in missiles
as Moon, Mars and Jupiter you sweep

SEEING TEA

Sitting planning for tomorrow
a glass of iced tea at my hand.
The clear glass reflects my fragile plans.

The tea is how plans come to pass.
I can foretell but minutes only
for as both tea and time's depth increases
things blur and accuracy decreases.

The ice is bumps along the way;
I know they're there to run into
and often shatter plans
as they themselves splinter.
Time affects them both.

Such is time,
such is tea,
such is me.
Take another sip.

Scorpion Witch

Scorpion Witch

Imp!
Unto new depths esoteric revelations seek this angelic nymph demon
Naughty over wayward,
Witchery heretic yore.
Impatiently;
Cauldrons overboil under lustful desire
Numbing over time
A toil turns ‘round a cancerous tumor
Yellow oil unstable…
Insidious notions
Tread highly entwined
Wretchedly answering yes
Improperly
Weaving alternately naivety to end’s demise.

Old and New

One single instant
took me from
the ruins of mortality,
and plucked the glide
of gleaming thread
that was my life,
until I thought Atrophe
had used her shears.

And perhaps she did;
snipping at the endless
thread that Clotho spun,
first from Destiny,
then from all choice
I made through winding
maze of wondrous life.

soup mix

the meds cut the noise..
i hear my voice
my fear calming me
I asked a woman to sit
upon my lap and she did
we are both broken
in different ways
she is not my common-law
woman

there are rules of good behaviour
and ways to try to be
i pushed my sqealing
cart uncaring
and lived ragged and wild

Fitztroy... Section Fifteen [ A Study In Pink ]

What horror was this, that chased him so?
Nothing he could see

Did he really want to know?
“What is after me?”

Stay quiet now, use no lights
Locked doors and keeping still

Trembling now in the darkest night
Staying sane by force of will

Black his thoughts, of deep despair
He knows not where to turn

Evil stalks; follows everywhere
Red eyes flame and burn

Fearing for his very life
He hides in darkened room

Wishing for, more than a knife
Fitzy waiting for his doom

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