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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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The iPad Blues (A new form workshop) Edit

Edited
My iPad tumbled to the cement
screen cracked, fell near my car
I forgot it was sitting on my lap
I'm glad it still works as intended.

But still my peace fades
dreading has me in a daze.

My iPad now defective
I can't go on watching this cracked screen
every time I enter my password.

The damage is not that bad
I'm just mad
I can't live with this iPad.

Ha, I bought a new one
placed a bid on eBay and won
now I have a bigger one

Centenary Celebrate, what!

Centenary Celebrate, what.

Mr Churchill I wish you were here,
to see what you have done.
The people who fought and died
for you, want to know what they
have won.

The battles finished in forty five
welfare was born on forty eight.
But those still lucky to be alive,
don’t think it’s all that great.

The NHS is more than wonderful,
but the rich are robbing it to death.
The pensioner can’t afford the fuel,
there’s no warmth in their last breath.

WORD PLAY - ALITERATION EXERCISE

The perpendicular pyramids of perplexing thought
And a stupendous polarity of power
Will accrue in a creative apotheosis
Of mesmerising miasmas and preposterous perspectives
Where a conscientious concubine counted coconuts
In a catastrophic cradle of a crank civilisation
Where desperate denizens of disproportionate depravity
Detonated a device devastatingly destructive
That ripped through a ravine of ravenous reptiles
And created a crater that sent circumspect citizens
Into spasmodic spasms of superfluous superstitions

Dance for now

In the distance
of a dark lovely night...
we dance alone
in hope
someone will come through
the darker forest
from a horse alight
right
and pick me up
to take home
away from my home

till such a one arrives
I shall dance tonight
rain, hail or storm
dance will be the norm

come tonight
dance alright
along with me
yeah that's right

we will dance
vertically and horizontally
that's all up to me
not ye...

let me

dance for now !

Morphing Death (A New Form workshop)

There was an old atheist poet
who knew death and much about it
he knew not the end
or which way to bend
his life in order to show it

So he lived and loved hard
wrote what he could
courted danger and love and strife
the end has not changed
maybe sooner or closer
but he only chooses to say

fuck it.

A Cat’s Whiskers
arabesques of light
spouted through perforations
quiver quietly

A Spider’s Meditation

skeins of silken thread
Euclidean arabesque
a perfect crochet

From my window
I watch dusk thicken, ink
on blotting paper

Covered by ripples
The lake holds many secrets
In its quiet depth

when you awaken
to consciousness, you are a
flower in full bloom

humour tonite... shall remove tomorrow

humour tonite... shall remove tomorrow

time at my disposal is just

24 hours
20 hours
Ii sleep
like a
BABY
with mommy me....

no work for me
how can I read all comments
just anyone tell me

well I love poetry romantic and sexy
post some more will thee
or should I just wink at me!
hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I will show the inners
the world desires to see
what of sexiness twill it be
blasted what kind of four letter poetry

Azimuthes of Shells

that ocrean strode
on confident green
waves

this sand in her shoes
as red as the dirt her
family home astride

grew

breakers of weeks
the hot host worlds
hastening beneath
the sun a pan of
oil flaming

newspaper
lined drawers
grown dingy
and the flowers
brighter

growing big enough
to swim the dark
valleys
in dreams

the fat trunks
holding up the day
and the windchimes
made of its creatures///

HATRED edied by Jess

Your hatred has seeped
into my soul, now condemned
by ancient curses

falling venom from your lips
wherein your evil truth lies

seek no hope for me
I am too weak to fight on
your lies are too much

Raspberry essence
On crushed ice, the sun bled
Into the clouds

Gliding on thermals
A trapeze artist's envy
Eagles in the sky

Impeccably tuned
Strings of a violin
Bowed to perfection

Woodpecker's echoes
A rhythmic plaintiveness
Spring day stillness

Dripping water
Frozen into icicles
Thoughts trapped in flight

The wind swirl sends dust
Into spirals, creating
A devils horn

From its quiver, the
moon sends silver arrows
Into the sea

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