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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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The stream (all workshops)

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Red Lipped Lover

Hey there
Red lipped lover,
You say
You don’t got time
To be at my side,
Hopeless lies,

But you,
End up somewhere every time
And call me every night,
To go cry on my shoulder,
Hopeless lover,

I said,
I don’t have time
You said,
I wanna be right at your side
Hold me under bright lights,
Hopeless nights,

Because,
I left all our lights back home,
Left you all alone

No one to pull that dress a little higher
My Red Lipped Lover.

A lioness cub morphed

The cubs in a den of lions, this world
eaten alive by mighty warriors, police
the lioness cry out in vain for the life of her cub.

Hearts formed rigid ice crystals stood by
as mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins,
aunts, uncles and friends wrangle in agony
at their loved one's lifeless body laid in the streets for hours.

F–ing animals they're called
Their peace turned injustice
In an instance shots fired
Cub down, shot dead in compliance.

A killer seen

Jack Sparrow here, let me tell you
I escaped from him, I tell a story true
He was killing a couple I heard the screams
A nightmare of horrid dreams

I crept up to see what was going on
He spied me before very long
He let out a cry that froze my gait
Advancing on me so full of hate

He stopped about ten feet away
My blood froze at what I saw that day
I had brought my double barrelled gun
I would show him that it was no fun

A Morph Poem (new form)

I stand upon the cliff Confusion
and ponder whether I should leap.
Does Clarity have any purpose
or am I lying to myself again?

The Manic in me rears its ugly head
and I produce in fits and clumsy starts,
but soon depression will be all I know
and I will seek Confusion in the drink.

perfidious switch

further this dream
allowed
stock mired
plot bound
whirling brilliant
room of a single
window fan
the representations
presented
with each breath
the slow turgid turn
drowned in reasons
at the cricket song
race track droning on

stretch out the miles
with tiny files
we caress aches
like a painter pushes
pallette color on an easel

Life's whole Truth

Life's Truth
You have penned the truth
the whole truth
but be aware
there is no nudity

you came that way and go the same
then you were small
now a bit big

wisdom you leave behind

but of soul I can't vouch
you were magnetic living no doubt
now you lose your magnetism
without an iota of doubt

you didn't know then
nor did you before
where from magnetism shrouded you
when alive
now no more
all is earthed!

b l u e/sheaves

twilight wounds
the summer eve's
are longing with their fire aches
the broken chimes
ring
like heart breaks
shimmer

these ghosts long faded
pale and spoken
the spell you bound me with
has fallen
broken

press your mortal wounded mouth
upon the pains received
that passion room
where hope deceived
cast lurid light
the stained linen sleeves

you were blue
in the magic glow
a tv screen
a movie slow

see but be not at sea

Perhaps as it seems

we shall have to go
ahead of thee
to welcome yee
into the folds of eternity
where you will not be
found as wanting

the universe has a larger purse
that the earth can boast of
and fellowmen
I have been watching sincerely
that your days on mommy Earth
are more heavenly.....

you may not be as happy
when in the arms
of times unknown wild wilderness
hope you all do know it...

Happy Birthday, Singapore

From a stretch of swampland
and colonies of villages,
from wooden huts owned
by the poor and impoverished,
from strangers , fortune seekers,
from the hands of our pioneers
Singapore is born, a country shaped
by a nation strong and free

GRATITUIDE

GRATITUDE -update

Thank you for caring for me
with deep love and affection.
Thank you for all the ways
you soothed my days,
Thank you for being my eyes,
my legs ,my hands,
Thank you for understanding
when I cried.
Thank you for crying with me,
And if there is a world beyond
look for me when you too are gone.
I will be waiting...

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