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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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Renga 9 "Hatred's Legacy"

I hate hate to death
the United States warships
in my home harbour,
skinheads and conservatives
make me hate me for hating.

Hatred breeds unrest
the soul is blinded from truth
the mind is troubled
it leads one to the dark path
which will end in true despair

Hatred starts more wars
between race and religion
down through centuries
regardless of well wishers
outcome is blood guilt and death

(Here's the edited form)

The young knight stood tall,
His heart filled with pride
for he has been chosen
to be the dragon slayer

He rode on his horse,
fully clad in steel armor,
cloaked in all grandeur.
hailed as the great warrior

When the time came for battle,
the knight cried, "Onward my steed!"
but his horse lose its mettle
and fled from the dragon, it did!

The Wedding Poem

Just to be happy is all you need
not dreams of ambition or desire to succeed.

Just to be happy always caring and kind
with love in your heart and peace in your mind.

Just to be happy in a warm embrace
no need to be cool or win any race.

Just to be happy no grey skies above
the sun always shining down on your love.

Just to be happy your whole life through
Sharing true love, the way that you do.

t i n n e d

wan light
rosehip tea
the clock strikes
the house
is silence
in its mind
the bell
stops its shrill
ringing
of the clocks
face
head

the dreams
come and go
dreamer aloud
speaking
is it a cabaret
a horror
a romance

the tinned
landscape
i know
for me

dreaming awake
exhausted
my tinned thoughts
like paper slips
and cigarettes
keep away
like rain

summoned
like sleep
for some

PARIAH

On some late nights when sleep won't come
I hear those restless rattling chains
from deep recesses I keep numb,
where the banned one still remains.

He's set loose only in my dreams
where his madnesses won't hurt anyone.
There he strikes and victim screams
and havoc reigns until he's done.

But there were also those real times
from my youth so long ago
when rage led to bloodshed, almost crimes
each time the monster was let go.

Lost...

She dresses for his eyes alone
He's thirty, rich and handsome
Well-heeled and drives the latest steed
Right-side of tracks, is where he's from

All eyes upon her entrance
She walks the runway of the street
“ I am the queen of drama;
the best you'll ever meet”

Her entourage, smile or sneer,
depending on her mood
She waves her hand; as if to steer
through the crowd of crude

I SHAN'T SAY GOODBYE;;;the undiscovered

I SHAN'T SAY GOODBYE
YOU know why there is none awaiting to be read the undiscovered list between
Rula and me
is dead you had promised but never read
Esker
fell in line but found nothing to mine so did
Alid tis all fine that ends with all pins nine
Ian,
epicurial or not lest we all forgot
Stan has no poetic fever on his behalf we did deliver and now
Undiscovered
ones have no liver
ALL
go and see if you still don't believe me
Loved
has proved his worth
Jess

Russia and Ukraine

Russian separatists
Bombs bursting in Ukraine
Plane shot down from the skies
Ukrainians shudder, brace up for war.

Convoy of humanitarian aid
Ukrainians dismayed, draw suspicions
Since when, do enemies offer aid to their victims.

Decades of Dishonour

Decades of Dishonour,

We stick a poppy in our coats,
then tell stories of the brave.
Might as well have cut their throats,
if it’s murder that we crave.

I watch this human charade,
all with medals on their chest.
A bloody claim so falsely made,
might as well wear a string vest.

None of those celebrating were keen,
to stand entrenched with the men.
How different it might have been,
if we could visit hell again.

Grief In Brief (ONE MUST READ POEM

When sadness
shears the heart
we must share grief
let it be brief,
suffering extends
unless pain
you relieve

so shed a tear if you wish to
then move on
as one day
you will too be gone
as the next wind
like a gush comes along

take not to heart
the sadness
we all are part
of the same coin

birth and death
are the verse and obverse
of one and the same

in such moments
ones family do join
remember the good ones
who gave you
maximum fun

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