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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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God?

I've never been very religious
but odd things happen at times
which make me think I'm protected.

There was an accident at seventeen,
skidding on a wet bend
rolling over and over
without a belt on,
only to crawl unscathed
from a a crumpled wreck.

Or ten years later when I overtook too late
and found myself almost crushed between two cars
with an inch to spare on either side
at a hundred and thirty kph.
and just squeezed through.

Decades decayed

No man has yet been born
to mousy me
No man has yet been born
to scare me
no man will ever be born
to destroy me
no man well,
now you may add on

about woman I won't say
lest they bury me
ALIVE,
one day...

so anonymous till my last breath
I shall for ever stay

No Nobel will ever come my way

now friends you
nor your twin digits
can have their way
side away
let me pass this way
but once

Omar Khayyam did say

D u b t a i l

thrash
the electric pace
beating out the pattern
in haste

clothes strewn
skins of chill awakening
the dark lash like a bow
bending a water
tear
and running
down the curvature
of expectancy
down the throat of
waiting

wet dark pupil
we are mirrors of hunger
lavish egos
lost

like ghosts on passing buses
a smile
curving in the dark dimples
rushing off
rushing near

Backward has taken control

I woke up early this morning
rather disoriented
Wondering what day is it, Saturday or Sunday?

I sat on the couch wandering around in my mind
I simply wanted to find an answer to my question
Lost in a daze I lost my way, sanity.

The path was unclear
Then out of no where
An answer to my question appeared.

Check your iPhone your iPad
There you will find the answer to your question
I searched around the room
There it is, my iPhone in its bright pink case.

The Season

AAH! The dreaded season has arrived!
Goal!! One word sums it all
kiss goodbye to your peaceful nights
its the reign of football!

When dawn greets the day
I'll be dragging myself from the bed
it'll be the same panda eyes everyday
with a string of curses in the head
before the night returns with a vengeance
ruled by fans brimming with excitement
who never fail to break the silence
and send my sleep to early retirement!

It Flowered Briefly Once

It Flowered Briefly Once….

Flower power people nearly done it,
with bare feet and a catchy song.
Around that time Sandy had won it,
those gentle folk with their flowers
had a message so very strong.

They believed we could reach the top
take sharp quills to write all wrongs,
but our foes were so deeply entrenched,
their history written in bloody songs.

They're thinking was to stop all wars,
give power to honest decent men.
End our crazy need or greed of money,
help the poorest peoples countries again.

Solitudes Journey

Snow crunches where I wander,
The lonesome parade alone.
The prayer for the walk:
My emotions to squander.

I think back, for I am human,
The life I loved and the one now lost.
I left soon after to be where i am.
And only now I consider the cost...
I knew you, silky brown hair,
Emerald eyes, and a body so fair.
I loved you, and I was yours,
And you were mine.

A shadow of what I once was now,
I need to live again, but how?
She is gone, and I left you alone,
I need to keep my heartbreak unknown.

your choice

your choice
of growing with loneliness
as a tree abounds in a deserted land
with winds blowing up only sand
and then there in the midst of an oasis
widens a mirage
as it blanks the mind

you chose loneliness
to that hopeful mirage,
which draws mankind

perhaps twas no mirage
but an apparition of mind
in the deepest
darkest and solitary refines
which make you
melancholy
and depressiveness design

Save Our Youth

What is happening to our youth?
their minds disintegrating before old age
smoking coke, shooting guns,
demanding freedom like they're caged!

A vulgar mouth on an angel's face.
The premature loss of innocence-
shocking! Shameful - a disgrace!
We can't pin our hopes on deviants!

Seek out the roots of this wretchedness!
pull them out from our minds,
free their hearts, guide their souls
let no more killer be another child

PROMISED LAND

Rusted gates, paint peeling doors,
weeds in an asphalt parking lot.
Has it been just eight short years?
This story has a tragic plot.

Any man who's unafraid of work
should not have to look long for a job,
yet after twenty two years toil
he's just a number lost among the mob.

His way of life deemed obsolete,
too many jobs now over seas,
or lost when bankers all messed up.
Proud men tossed aside like autumn leaves.

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