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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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A Naked Beach

Sun baking slightly on my skin.
As I walk alone upon a naked morning beach
I looked and saw not one human print,
Only those that were left by me.

Then I notice there was writing in the sand.
A language I did not understand.
I tried hard to figure what language this could be.
A lone Seagull landed five feet in front me.

I realized then,
That it was nature's way of revealing its thoughts
Which were left by winged fowls
Upon a desolate beach.

THE YETI

The day I met……………………………THE YETI

The day I met the Yeti,
I was with my Auntie Betty.
We were sailing paper boats at Newton shore.
Now the Yeti wasn’t pretty,
But then neither was Aunt Betty,
When she smiled at him, the Yeti thought he’d scored!

Their first date was at the Gaiety,
In the back row they got matey,
Then the Yeti growled to Betty, “I luff you”.
There was romance in the air,
There were fleas in Yeti’s hair.
Auntie Betty had to buy strong dog shampoo.

A Son's Worry

Once again, you're warded in the hospital,
leaving me feeling so helpless,
wondering if I have failed as a son
in spite of my best efforts..

Mother, please get well
Your children are waiting for your return
There is an air of melancholy here
lingering in your absence

 

While waiting for the 7:30 bus every morning you'd definitely see that lady on her cell phone

(The same words are repeated EVERYDAY)

She:

Good morning my darling

I was thinking of you

Is everything ok

how do you do?

Did you sleep well

please tell me,

How is that teeth-ache

Oh! It's hurting again?

Then maybe it should be removed,
damn that awful pain!

What ? YOU have a secret to share?

I am listening darling,
of course I care!

LITTLE ERA

the room sighs
like the stillness
crossed legs
dreaming thighs

in the drum
the river turns
the night swims
the stars fire beneath
a sheild of ghosts

i was a grassland once
pressed into the earth
with the naked spine or reason
throughout the remaining dance
the flames wandered
like birds hunting
singing a great height
score

i was a dream that enhanced
a pyre
a thrust of an ideal
honing a keen edge
on fulcrums of ideals

WHEN ANGELS ARE SILENT change

WHEN ANGELS ARE SILENT

There was a sudden silence
cutting deep into my heart.
The noise of living ended
and all connection broken.
I listened for a faint whisper
to tell me there is no end
but no words were spoken..
I thought I would see you again,

There is a painful silence.
No voice to comfort
no one to lead the way
as my day is near
and my soul listens
for a whisper
to tell me you are there..

The Poison Of Scotland's Darling

The Poison Of Scotland’s Darling…

The Darling of a Westminster crew,
deep in chambers he learned the trade.
Of steering a course however true,
their deceitful agenda was to be made.

Awake or asleep it never mattered,
cash would flow into their coffers.
In simple terms the man was flattered,
when seeing the price tag with the offers.

See Scotland was only his place of birth,
merely coincidence just a stepping stone.
Using our proud land for all it’s worth,
this proud peacock would soon be flown.

Where's The Beef?...

Act one
Sir Gee sits upon his horse looking down on his brother Killer.
The horse stamps nervously, wide eyed and nostrils flaring.

Killer speaks:
“If that horse treads on these filets; he will find himself
invited to be dinner, Gee.”

“Don't you mean invited to dinner, brother?” Says; Sir Gee

“No I meant it like I said it!”
“I am hungry, and I mean to have a good meal tonight”
Killer says with a grin.

Killer waits for the retort that he knows is coming
and isn't disappointed when Sir Gee replies;

Mirror, Mirror

She gazed into the mirror and
gently touched her face with her fingertips
not quite sure what happened here
she whispered to herself

Am I awake or yet asleep
A wink or a nod, did I sleep too long
It was just yesterday, it seems
that my glorious youth still reigned

Dark hair, now turning gray
Skin so smooth, now forming lines
Still, she is happy
So many other things of beauty surround her

The 19th

It was the golden month,
A nurturing time,
Where I looked to words with ambitious eyes,
But the haze of the cold was strong,
Menacing to the young slicks adept to the warmth of California.

So I only wrapped myself in clouded thoughts,
Safe in what I knew,
Walking around all cool,
Acting all mad with poetry,
Not sure if everyone could figure it out,
Though I was content with my own ideas.

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