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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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FALL

Long tassels of birch hang - golden 
their autumnal attire
like bell-pulls for the seasons opening
so fitfully they swing towards the south
saluting geese in v formation 
their gentle beat of winged migration

september tints the trees 
makes misty mornings rise through rotting woods
carries the perfumes of the valleys
dreams of summer sun into the haven of the heavens 
where clouds make grey backcloths 
for the coloured scene 

O B L I Q I C I D Z

Stern bound beneath this blaze
falls brilliant sun
the tether held fast
worn weathered
sky yearn last

we are shadows
leaving light
a place to rest
wrapped at our
edge with light
imperiled
em passioned
steams beneath
the plates
the higher
tasks
and work in dust
the dreams are
shorn
the yoke has stuck

Grandpa's Circle

my court officer test is scheduled for december 13th at 2pm.
my grandpa says he is tickled pink that things are going so well,
and that that is a very good omen
because december 13th, 1959
is when he took his police officer test. he said he never forgot that.
i've actually seen his test. i saw his handwriting, and his answers.
i saw that he did very well.
i see that things come full circle.
i see that some things happen again, but fifty five years later.
he told me this is just the beginning but

Lovedly youthful Night

Lovedly youthful Night

That you marry some one abroad
leaving all kith and kin behind
where will you solace find
and
have a peace of mind
ere the wall tears and does part
and
rains fall apart
all reigns in father's house will be snapped
by your spouse

still, as you have already so decided
the only advice
that now can be given

LEAD GENTLY INTO THE NIGHT......

A Study in Pink: character profiles

The Victim
Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.

in the stardust of a dream

In an iron sailboat
I begin the glide,
on the comet tail
of a dream

traversing the cosmos
it wound my way,
through the
unknowing Planets
to old strangers

on this journey,
the stardust
layering a new world,
is about to be gently
blown away,

as schizophrenic
butterflies escape
the corner of my grin

mysterious veils part
and closing eyes
twinkling with mist,

I shift...into a red dawn
onto the next plane.

THE ROBOT AND SUPERCONSCIOUSNESS

I have worn robes
of different hues
styles and genres
but alas
only the one
fits

I have to discard
those robes
which I am so
attached to
and obsessed by

Now I realise
despite my attachment
to them
how ill fitting
and unbecoming
they are

In spite
of their colours
their dazzle
their allurement
something just
doesn't add up

Now
I cannot wait
to be adorned
in the new robe

Epicurial Soliloquy.....W Snow poetry

An Old Man and the Sea

Those wise eyes
discern from a distance
we see the distant horizon
vast deep beyond
the expanding ocean
we linger in space indeed
to find a swift weed

as we surf along the waves of life
a tsunami comes astride
takes all humanity for a ride
none know where to hide
then we subside to the bottom of the sea
who are we?

Beware Of The Reporter!

Beware!
Here comes the reporter
with curiousity that bites
far worse than a black adder!

A seeker of sensational stories,
the gossip monger armed with words.
She can crush anyone's reputation
using the media as her weapon!

She claims to be
the Voice Of the People
but who's to say what drives
the persistence in that girl?

Beware of the reporter!
Keep your dark secrets hidden.
let no words you utter
discredit your own person!

thirty six kernels and a turquoise- Nigeria!

the component of metamorphosis
safari and Yankari, when zing Zhao went exile
the emperor empowering jinn wei, founded gun intrepid
and R.P.G a new witches claws swoop swarm
for dusk and the dog, a sickling beside the butcher
anorexia tailor piece suit thaws pell-mell
spiral drip mechanic motor foal palings biscoe
rib-cages showing canary mercenary disco disc co-
that his voice were not truly sabotaged veterinary
himself from day slumber would have awoken,
drab loot moonbeams demand purple spaces luscious

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