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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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To Jayne With Love

Where are you old friend?
I missed your voice of late.
Your silence is stretching,
prolonging this long wait

I wished the best for you
in your health and wealth
that you'll finally come thru'
surviving the trials of fate.

You're the first to inspire me here
with your smooth-flowing poetry,
taking me to your world of wonders
and your thoughts full of honesty.

WORHLZIN

stretched like a yawn
her belly drawn
the yellow tallow sun
behind a torn tattered shade

we were blind
we were sated
we were awesome
struck in the degress
of humidity
climbing up the
walls from the grass
around the trees
the rusted escape
hanging on

the threads of cables
and wires
and dishes
and chimneys
full of clouds behind
them..

Kakadu [lex 5 alp. slb.]

so our lamps wallow long,
throug-h the night, so long a night
in Kakadu laples-s bestra-ddle
unclas-p lucre pebble auguri-es
incong-rous viciss-itude and expulp-ate
necces-sessit-ated likr cecil Ehekhh-aigbe,
red rain, fizzled walnut wounde-d warrio-r
[DEUM COLE REGUM SERVA NIL CONSCIRE SIBI]
"outskirts"
refugees immaculate cactus fawn parsley
cabriolet husk coconut fate scald grail desert eagle
alabaster caramel frieze sabre sable
washed braille draper shadow Cheryl peerage

Love In the moonlight I see your sparkling face

In the moonlight I see your sparkling face
I recollect yours such a charming smile
Where can anyone love so tender ever trace
Except in your romance all my while

The candle light flickers tonight
All fire burns me out like a forest
But still I will keep it aright
When I think of you being so modest

Champagne we shall have so free
All will also enjoy some water of coconut
Candy will be served along with tea
For those who love to have salted peanut

Workshop: 

THE HOLLOW PLACE

Some limp along from legs long gone
or ride in their wheelchair
bearing the memories of past war,
bearing the brunt of strangers' stare.

Or they salute the stars and stripes
still filled with undiminished pride
hoping no one sees false arms.
Thankful they're not on the other side.

And there are others far, far worse
glass eyes replace thousand yard stare,
steel plates protecting injured brain
in a hospital for long term care.

Study in Pink... Detective French - Sixth

Detecting suspects and divining truth
is what Guy has done since his youth
Making sense of all the facts
figuring out most murderous acts
The latest test of his detecting skill
is a most disturbing kind of kill
A headless body has been found
lying on the blood-soaked ground

Study in Pnk Detective Maure (Section 5)

The scene is rather grisly.
Hanging around on Fleet Street is risky.
A detective by nature, Urilla said a quick prayer,
then proceeded to look for clues and evidence.
Fitzroy's body lay lifeless, red blood ran pink in the rain.
He was a man six feet tall, dark and handsome, lived a modest life.
His tan shirt, grey pant covered in blood.
He never lived to see his lady friend's romantic surprise. He lay dead, headless.

A Study In Pink (Section 4)

The owner of the the Grand Royale Hotel was fuming
His business rival, John Creel, has been spreading rumours
sending his worried customers packing and leaving,
fearing the lies about a non-existing curse.
Only a few refused to believe the nonsense remained.
Roy Mackwill was grateful but if this continues,
his hotel business's reputation will be flushed into the drain
unless he decided quickly what to do

BLAKLITE HALO DRESSED UP LIKE JAYLO

the summer lords have come to town
and i pound my grind through the
polished old town
an ancient abolishionist
showing off the ego
like an exhibitionist

i remember it all
breaking up
turning it around
tossing cards
when bored
see what numbers
come round

i remember her
with violet eyes
the dreamgirl
sent to save me
but she couldnt
cause i was maybe

too far on the jagged
ledge
and like a toxin
my heart was ragged
running knockin'

Storytelling In Pink (Section 3-Anabel Lee)

Anabel Lee,
she chose her name carefully.
Cut her hair, painted her face,
the never ending battle with identity.
Arriving in London,one dreary morning,
bareback and alone, she landed.
Her un-ladylike appearance subject to scorn.
Another chapter in her story was born.

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