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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 Letter to Gaza's Conqueror

Your way to Gaza' is too long;
it won't be fun to go along,
it isn't yours, you don't belong,
but she's my song, but she's my song,

The people there do not feel fear.
They don't have swords nor have a spear,
but they have faith that shows so clear
give me your ear, give me your ear.

Wherever you tread, find a thorn;
an ironed heart, a heavy stone,
that will cause you a lot of moan,
of this I warn, of this I warn.

I, and They.
We sit with rain upon the roof, trundling in waves
steady like the arriving,
steady like the leaving.

No one fighting front to front
over lines that are not even
existant

as sure though as our distance

feel them watching
and i'm tired unsure
so show
i'm uncaring

i want the rain on my shoulders
sure as the all broken
i accept as tokens

acceptance too real a cost
a world
i never lived
but thrived to own
a silver town
in a snow globe

Freedoms Way

Where to start.
Hack at my thoughts,
drive me to out places.
Slur my speech,
drown my sorrows.
Crap let me smile!
Jump inside,
this gilded cage,
bars that bend,
nothing can hold me.
Your fire scorched me.
A path never trodden,
go to hell, I will walk away.
Take all, you slobber,
away with false truths,
I am free, yet tethered.
Your tongue still moves,
wrapping me tight.
Friends cry my name,
if only they could feel,
the pain of the years.

All eyes on me

Just so beautiful...

eyes are windows
through which you see...
they also show...
smile across the window...
all passersby will know...
that empty eyes love do blow

let all know
the eyes when they glow
or the final word they
all know

whistle me not,
no more
my eyes now don’t see nor show
and
all light has gone
like the whistling wind
all must know

Confession of A Cheese Addict

My romance with cheese
started in my youth,
eating sandwich in peace,
it keeps my spirit aloof.

One bite and my heart is taken,
my taste buds do so agree.
It feels like the bliss in heaven,
is reaching out to touch me

It blends well in pizzas,
it tastes good, eaten with rice.
It brings beauty to lasagnas
It's irresistable, I'm hooked for life!

I can never get enough of it,
this I do confess!
Call me a fan, an addict,
I couldn't care less!

Deaf, Blind, and Mute (edited)

version 2 (the edited version)

If we could speak,
we'd tell
how bad it is
to smell
corpse's remnants
left down
to rot under walls
broken.

If we could listen,
we'd tell
how woeful it is
to hear
children's laughter
shelled with bombs
and in cold blood
stolen.

If we could see,
we'd tell
how many tears
and more fears
are yet to born
while innocent dreams
fallen.

FHALLION

falling
bitter
tested angry

this wretch
this crutch

the shattered
table
this light with
its touch

how i hated
how i waited
and now
arrivals
landing

like rains of darkness
filling up the screwed up
years
a life full of boxes
and dress shirts
of summer

the pockets of
bus slips
receipts and all
the numbers
of the lookers
and the gawkers

the looters and the
jackals

Middle East in America

Palestinian neighbors Post to twitter
about America's racial conflict
twitter tips to deal with tear gas
dispersed in Ferguson Missouri.

Peaceful protest turned war zone
media detained harassed for no reason
police, riot officers, swat team, military trucks
it's like Middle East fighting in America.

The president has been brief
Militarized county police
Protestors chant
Tear gas and rubber bullets fired
Molly cocktail become fire bombs
War zone in Ferguson

State police take charge

A TRIBUTE TO ROBIN WILLIAMS 1951-2014..COMEDIAN

Oh my love
The days flash by
We are always stayed side by side
now in the distant memory
gone with the wind
are those days gone by
when side by side in love we did lie

remembrance of lovers
who once lived now flies
the world of wilderness
slower comes around
the voice of the angel
is now not to be found.

THE REPRIEVE

Can I stop
to listen -
I mean really listen
to the stillness of breath
Can I look -
I mean really look
at the swaying silhouettes of trees
choreographed
on the walls of my mind
Can I summon -
I mean really summon
enough energy, patience
and strength
to swim out against the surging
tides
of quotidian concerns
and sensual proclivities
in order to
deconstruct
detoxify
and demystify
the language
of silence
frozen into icicles

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