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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 Look At Life

The long shadows engulfed the world
as the night arrived, accompanied
by the Lady Moon and her glittering stars.

In the silence, I looked at the fabric of my life,
moments that have shaped my identity,
a journey riddled with long and short trials
testing me until I bloomed in maturity.

I saw past follies when I was young and naive,
thinking that I could face the world on my own,
only to learn despair waiting at a corner
mocking me with his crazed laughter.

Oh Loveless Heart Indeed!

An angry beast, sterile, still
decays the gut with choking weed.
congesting, foul with dark green hue
if ignored without heed.

Gripped inside the sputum sack
it fuels the flames of hatreds dart
spitting poison at weakened flesh
to pierce the flaccid heart.

An infection, vile, rotten
festers and oozes through the lips
spewing venom, re-brewed and stirred,
feverish as it drips.

Mental Rigours

Mental rigours

At arms length we hold all thought,
still they flood so fast the barrier.
In raging dreams so driven, we’re caught,
are we recipient and or just the carrier.

Mysterious strokes of mental metaphor,
ticking time bombs to normal good sense.
Taste so sweet or foul upon our candour,
giving us the discipline of a self pretence.

Thriving so fast in our being, none is light,
the crushing pains of guilt we all carry.
There all normal thoughts they’ll blight,
even a man with quickest wits can’t parry.

Insomnia

ongoing internal conversations
cloud what reality is slowly
sinking out of me
night shrounded in thoughts
and thoughts
and overanalyzations
distracting the unconscious
from drifting into dreams
and crippling the day
upon wake

Jolly. and .Sally

Jolly.....
Do you remember
that evening in summer,
when on a warm afternoon
you fell off the swing
I ran across the lawn
to help you spring

Sally
Yes I do remember
then as you wiped my knee
and
picked up my skirt slightly,
I blushed as your face flushed
and
you know why
your look made me shy
you know too why
what you did see too...

Jolly...
It was a lovely encounter
you held your breath thereafter
then I held your hand to thank you,

Soliloquy In Silence I've Suffered You

I've caused much discomfort
in the lives of many
death and pestilence
always leave me behind

annoying or tedious persons
take liberties with my sensations
even those doing great things for others
willingly take me upon themselves

sometimes people will take me on
just to say what they must
then there are those putting forth
effort for the good
getting me in return

I'm often used as a slogan in fitness centers
proscribed in penalties for
disobedience and shortcomings
I am pain.

Beyond The Event Horizon

I know it hurts,
I know,
for the bitterness
and pain are real,
the betrayal of
your own flesh and blood
becomes a fury
and a desperation
that leaves you
without a breath of hope
or future

But there is one
out beyond
the narrowness
of infirmity
your life has endured,
after all the surgery
and bed-rest are gone;

on the far side
of recuperation
lies a land
of hope and courage
that shouts defiance
at this killer world,

Special Kind of Crazy Drama WS

I am the one
Mother told you about
The one that would steal your heart
In one love struck breath
Than rip it from your chest, literally

I am the one
Who was born in darkness
Tasted the foul city air
Before I was ever fed

Left beneath an old streetlight
Bloody and screaming
Wrapped in a dingy t-shirt
At least I didn’t wind up in her trunk

Someone else’s mistake
What a tragic fate
For a little girl
Who had no name

Requiem for the masses( DRAMA WORKSHOP)

watch her pick up the pieces, that lay like sticks.
upon a forest floor
fervently attempting to salvage what is left can and then move on

oh she is such a dreamer following some apparition
of her so called life

bequeathing to no man bitter tears spilled
and overflowing
upon the darkest night

please, do not seek the questions
not asked or understood
nor will meaningless answers be offered

Stars, what are they but daggers of light
piercing and slashing at their eyes
revealing the battlefield of wills

Irene Gray

Another city, another life
I opened a new chapter
to rise from the ashes yesterday,
discarding painful memories
of a childhood torn asunder
by the monster called "Father"

I used to be dragged down by senseless guilt,
confused by the ill perception of love
but those grim days were long gone.
Now I'm a woman who knows her worth.
Let idiots try to lay their hands on me,
they'll find a lioness in me,
breaking them 'till they beg for mercy.

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