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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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SECOND BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS

I was here a year ago
and many were the friends I lost.
Casualty lists now mount and grow
a tally of the whirlwind's cost.

All those shallow graves from then
laid bare by twelve months' wind and rains
leave, exposed, skulls' ghastly grins
still bearing clothes with moldy stains.

Those bones throughout these woods so thick
invite us to fall and join their ranks.
They drain morale relentless as a tic;
accusations swarm from sockets, blank.

fear not the coming ;;;of death!

Death is like a dentist’s injection
the fear of long needle
brought from behind the dentists back
a jab
a slight Ouchy pain
then all ends

so does this happen with life,
I have physically experienced
5 minutes of death
from being….
to nothingness
and
Sorry no heaven
NO HELL
no death
neither angels nor God
nor any wifey or friendy
just none at all
a dead rat- like
that ,that's all

Aged works

Being Seventy two
I am in a right stew
As all the girls are far too young
To talk of love
I would appear to be a bum.

I enjoy all their lives
As I move slowly around
They are like rose petals
Scattered on the ground

Being of a spiritual leaning
Their energy and feeling
Would blow my lights out
if I were to run about
Seeming not to touch the ground

I love having them around
There is such a flow of energy
I could sit in the dark
And become a misery
But old age is too long

Another Woman Stabbed

I see another woman has been stabbed to death.
She had sixteen wounds.
I suppose there could have been more.

A man has been arrested.
It usually is a man, isn't it?

At least she wasn't raped,
which makes this a rare case.

But I've seen so many horrors of this kind
(and acid attacks, beatings,
stonings, whippings and so on)
in over fifty years of T.V. news
that I'm ashamed of being a man.

Swan Dive

The old bridge lantern swung to and fro, searching
wanting just once more to illuminate anything
before its life flickered out.

Then she stepped out of the shadow into its light
tentatively, one foot first, as though testing the water
like a diver does before climbing the ladder.

Each cold rung reminded her of failed dreams
as she pulled herself upward for the first time
only to reach the heights of despair.

the inevitable menu

The only truth about birth is guaranteed death

a little rhyme in fantasy time

Dreams in bottles
and maps on walls,
fairy tales told
of knights so tall.

Dragons and maidens
battle in flaming towers,
as unicorns jump
over plants and flowers.

Elves and dwarves
dwell in a hole,
a witch who steals
your heart and soul.

Griffins soaring
high on the clouds,
wraths who scream
ever so loud.

Shadows whose form
shift in the night,
screams that shiver
to bring on fright.

NO ROOM AT THE INN

NO ROOM AT THE INN

It's not fun when you're seventy-one
and suddenly your body gives way
to your DNA

grandfather to mother
mother to son.
There is no sense in fighting
when there is no winning
and cold hearts turn away.
It's done.

The door is closed.
The lights are out.
Yet I hear someone
moving about,

What would mamma say.....

irrerevant^hayllow

wry bred
a porous sky
beneath an arc
of arm

sweet upon
the spread
like sunshine
on golden
intentions

like winter lending
fortunes clouds
to scape away
the plans
of whims and
ends

and nocturnal
blessed eyes
filled with skies

like points
of ponderance
in a haste
crush rush
behind the veil
of conciousness

and the birds
wait
on the lawn
forgotten
with the crusts

Morning Glow (senryu)

Blinding visions spring
Shattering dew drops spread light
Damp dust on grasses

"Haiku"

The blue bells did ring
The white bells swayed aloof
My lavender soon

"Senyru"

Many bad pains felt
A bonding that makes you cry
Tiny hands reach out

"Senyru"

Love on empty ears
Failed feelings gone, are wasted
No more can I give

"Senyru"

Fat feeder eats much
Cholesterol clogs old veins
Sharp pain felt in chest

"Senyru"

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