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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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Yesterday

Yesterday,

I've witnessed the strength of love.
My father rode his old bicycle every morning,
heading to the nearby field where he'll labored,
doing odd jobs, toiling for the whole day,
ignoring his aching back to feed his family.

When our food is too little for everyone,
my parents faced hunger willingly
while they filled their children's empty bellies.
When any of us fell ill, they'll took turns
to care for the weak at night,
sacrificing many hours of sleep.

One Pleasant July Day

It started with conversation
and coffee, of course, and kissing
before we drove a bit northward
to enjoy the day puttering
and the night in contemplation,
of admissions of love.

Natural Mechanics

Most gentle of push pull me ‘way,
yet the fences are all barbed with wire,
I have no reason for to stay,
my heart’s begun to tire.

Metal thorns may be sharp and still,
I put forth my flesh against the jagged rust,
cuts will mend but the lack of never will,
and so I must.

‘Round rotting posts the meadows stretch,
crawl across the dirt and darken at the valley’s end,
reeds leap near to skies the hills have met,
or at least I will imagine.

- Lane

^foster horde^

clammy chill
the trees have swallowed up
the yard and grown like
menacing shadows
swooning in their silk black
leaps through the dust
filled curtians
hushed house
just the echoes of
the leaky tap[
at dusk and dawn
the search of light
sent in with the
giants show
of abstract monstrosities
till guillotine shadowfall
steals the sun
and the violet brutal
longing of lonliness
settles...firing up like
the streetlights
from a dull simmer
to the brilliant sizzle

Missing those nights

when out were all lights
perhaps dimmed
to see your silhouette on purpose
the shining smooth silk of cashmere
Oh my dear
twas those nights
like honeymoon
despite the fact
there was no moon

your lips brushed mine
well should I once again
with divine
rhyme

but all the same
my hands slowly went low
down below

the bell rang
and you sprang

the end
a long period!

Lonely Nights

This place seems so empty
The music in my ears so dull
Where are you all? Please call.

I sit here as the day passes
Thinking of things to do
Tempered by keys I cannot see.

Where are you out there?
That you seem to have forgotten me
The stars are dim or is it my eyes?

It is time for us all to share
Why do you just sit and stare
I will be here for as long as it takes

Your new day will bloom
Or the old one will cling to you
Damn I have things to share time is few.

An Imperfect Heist of Love

Bonnie met Clyde,
And the sun met daylight.
It was like when the thief met crime,
And the moon met night.
No two were more meant for each other.

Poetry and mystery; the elements of love.
Fast cars and whiskey,
Fueling passion written in the stars.
When the bank alarms rang out,
The tommy guns made shout.

Cash and jewelry rain down,
The smell of gunsmoke and perfume.
'A match made in the stars above, so below.'
Their love was the purest poison.
No earthly power could separate the two.

Prisca enang is missing

and acolytes of callow youth
to make minors centigrade of descry
utopian, will you awaken acquiescence
Palestine in its boyish age,
attrition fright palsy
but masquerade sentinels trees stand
over mortal tiredness, worthless than demented brigands
amok basketsfull yarn small ship worlds
reclusivity a starry eyed obeisance
purported prima causa,
if i die and i dont see king David,
no i must.

+S A L I N E-

grams of silence
weighted in the slender arch
the palm prior paths
Octavius's oath hastened
on light glistened gurney

the slim lines translucent
like serpents rising
administer
admittance

pinch me
I'm alive
fighting

buried in the gauze
realms
and fog mines

sleepy world

How is it every time, I awake
I find the sleepy world
all my accepted friends are snoring
and when they come on line
they will not find
me active and alive
so Likes they will leave for me
to count and strive.

keep snoring gals and guys
life is so boring
sleep and death are akin
long, silent and snoring

I just woke up from slumber
to realize
death is no surmise

a deafening long eternal sleep
from which none does ever rise.
that is for real
but no surprise

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