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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)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

d e c l i n e

this light
it fell upon her in a way
draped down
her spine
where the golden
fine hairs lay

my heart
was shorn away
and dropped like
a sthone
an anchor thown
its chain with
thisstorm
that borne

before
dead
in a stalled beat
came alive
in the electric sheet
of euphorias
vision
fuck compassion
in pink pearl wonder
i want to get drunk
in the darkness
and blunder

A SUMMER NIGHT'S TAIL

The slight hint of summer's perfume
floats on the air this still dark night.
Perhaps magnolias are in bloom
across the pond near out of sight.

I inhale a deep breath of the south
along with an unseen gnat or bug
which flew right in my open mouth
as if I was an earthbound bat !

When my fit of snorts and choking's done
the bug gets washed down with iced tea.
Susan's laughing having fun
but humor somehow eludes me.

The American girls from New York

When I went to Times Square
in New York
I smiled at one without care

a gal threatened to call 911

I said what the hell
I am square
look here
see there

where did you come in?
I wonder

she smiled and gave me her number
but then I went back into my slumber

what is 911
I did wonder....

Was it her number?

I called and police came in
thank god she was a lady
asked me about my problem
then said ring me up
whenever you wish to
what’s your number?
I asked

My Love (A New Form workshop) Morphing final edit

Damn the red roses
They prickle and aren’t quite true
Just know I love you

I will tell you in short lines
Things I am going to do

I was going to build you a castle
Way up there in the air so cool
But all I could do was make a ramp to you
Life just isn’t that fair to us, too much hassle

Switch Off

I couldn't switch on the news today.
I knew the world would still be groaning
with fighting in Ukraine,
deaths in Gaza, ebola in Africa
and mayhem in Iraq.

What was the point of watching it all again?
Haven't we got enough problems of our own?

But tomorrow I expect I'll turn it on once more,
enthralled by exploding bombs, dying patients,
troop movements, obscure strategies,
and the hunger and thirst of desperate refugees.

How can I ignore all that?

THE SCARECROW

The animals and the birds
do just fine
the trees
either sway in the breeze
or
stay as still as ghosts

At the core of my being
lies a sepulcher
that traps
rays of the sun
and holds them
prisoner
in its dark evil heart

The sweet
inner dynamism
trundles to a halt
and is sucked into
the heart of
obscuration

A deviated, decadent
route
is mapped through
death which parades
as life

The Soul (For Loved who asked for this poem)

The soul is..

the engine that moves the body,
the truth about our identity,
the reason our heart beats
and our minds can think.
It is why we can use our senses
to learn and experience.

It is us in the purest form,
not the one in the mirror.
The mortal skins that we wear
are mere decorations of self.
The flesh can lie
but the soul speaks truth!

Too little rain for way too long,
ground so dry that it's just wrong.
Crops of dead from moisture's dearth.
What led to this drought's arid birth?

I've never seen it near this dry,
all the clouds have just passed by.
What used to be broad roiling rivers
reduced to narrow water slivers.

Cattle gone 'cause pasture's dead.
There's naught to raise up in their stead.
Many brooks are now bone dry,
trees now wilt prepared to die.

Oh unknown poet

You can't survive
in a fire like chestnuts
such as this

nor can you ever survive
in waters with crocodiles

so I suggest
before you rebuff
remain unknown
tis okay for some

but the one you rebuff
is that iron
which can repair the bruise

so don't as being unknown accuse
but make proper use.

I have been brazened
over a period of time
I knew no poetry
neither rhythm nor rhyme

* l u d a c i o u s *

curve into depth delve
cup run sliver trap
a clever waisted
hip machine
from chrome stud
rivets on shallow
prudish pockets

plucked bow eyes
a sweet summer
haze
and a shimmer glaze
of down upon the
goosebump dervish
swirl of candy brown
hair adressed
attested
from the clubshoppe
dubstep motorhome
city clones

on her heels the lift
bounce jittery jam
that gyrates on
jiggle limbed
tone death on geriatric
jones

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