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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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Idul Fitri

The fasting month has come to pass
now it is time to celebrate Idul Fitri
weaving memories of happiness
as we visit the homes of loved ones
rejoicing in the moments of bliss

Tears of joy spilling, washing away
a mountain of past sins.
Praise Allah for all his blessings
as we embrace one another
in the spirit of togetherness,
acknowledging our wrongs
to heal broken ties
and to form a stronger bond
formed by love, faith and unity

The Raven

My dearest Raven
fairest flight of them all
will you make shelter
in the face of the squall
or shall you break wing
like browning leaves in fall?

My dearest Raven
shall I cast thee a spell
to stave you from flying
through the fires of such hell
or shall you burn black
like oil fired from the well?

My dearest Raven
feared pilot in the air
shall you feed your young
with the odds tilted from fair
or shall you become prey
like site faking a stare?

A New Beginning

How could you not forgive me?
My heart was laid bare to your eyes
Then you shook my dreams asunder
Making nightmares of their plan.

Now you need me to forgive you
That you have returned tail between legs
It should never have been, this love song
Where you wrote the words to suit your ways

We must now drift as gossamer strands
That they in their flight will hold a purpose
I feel we should rebuild another life
Outside of our touch of fraught feelings

Fireworks

Stereotyped fire games;

Some set afire,
some sit at the fire,
barbeque's on,

in Gaza.

Let them also read us

You ought to celebrate
a new dawn
ere the wasp had come to warn
the dire need of virus infection
inflation
with no explanation

twas your lucky day
man
here's a toast in my hand
so now stand
o man!

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THE LIGHTHOUSE - Poem for Gautama Buddha

He sat
focussed on the questions
of life
determined not to get up until
he had the answers
A dark, dense shadow
seeped out of his body
and stained the earth
He became a light source
for millions to be guided by
for two and a half millennia

Written on 30/03/2008

The Fight

A woman who works for Médecins Sans Frontières
tells me how she and others battle on
despite the constant setbacks.

She says it can take a day sometimes
to travel twenty miles, on sand or mud.

They know supplies may not arrive on time
but every moment's precious
such are patients' needs.

She says that people die quite often
after treating them for weeks or months
as if such tragedies came with the job.

s u p p o s i t i o n 3

petal hued skies
the threat of rain
bureaus
waiting for transcripts
of yesterdays wants

in the darkness
the dreams roam
called in
by the hunger
of their want
the fill of color
in the vision

the tragic
misses
the flaws
that create
the masterpiece
of longing

and here
beneath
the static
of the breeze

there is discovery
in each step
each breathe

arriving
arriving
in each
gentle
departure

My Whore is Better

my whore is better than your whore
just ask as many men as you can see
my whore was their whore long before
my little whore was just my whore and me

I knew it the first time we met
my whore was, simply put, the very best
the way she moved, the way she dressed
without a doubt a slut above the rest

so I put my whore on parade
got her all dolled up for the party scene
and reveled in my dance with fame
me a walking arm in arm with my queen

The Enemy Within

Beware!

When envy leaks from your heart,
the soul will be poisoned.
The conflict will spread to the mind,
turning your words into venom.

Peace will hang by a thread,
time will taunt you into action.
When the truth is replaced
by mere speculations
and all that you have
are unproven assumptions,
do not lay down your guard.
For there within the shadows,
the enemy returns.

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