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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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Good and sad

you all have not remembered
one now out of sight
do say so
a simple poet
you and all know
off the cuff
composer
lets you aall
in the garbage bin of time
dispose
some repose
all now suppose

hankering again eh!
if master sees it
quickly read it
then twill be deleted

He is coming
go see out of the window,
leave the door ajar
we will know ,
when he is not far..
but do never forget
what lovely poets
we all are!

ON DEAF EARS

Stay! you hands, don't move so fast,
or at least slow down a bit.
Too quickly "now" fades to the past
and I already have too much of it.

Cease your endless headlong race,
give me a pause to catch my breath
as hours speed across your face
hastening all toward our death.

Is it that you do not realize
just yesterday I was a child
who ran and played with joyful cries
with imagination free and wild ?

Remembrance

Retracing the past
where dear memories bloomed
as moments shared
filled with colours of love,
friendship and innocence

The best years of my life
are in my youth
when my body is filled
with more vigor
and the heart is fresh
with hope and dreams
for the future

Passing...

Eye-blink of Mother Nature
Rain came pouring down
Washing the dust from vision

The neon-splash of color
Rippled from the wind
Reflected in the window

Footprints disappear in night
Passage unremarked
Happy doorways beckon me

Alien’s humans

Alien’s humans
But we are not yet established as aliens
once we are able to make a city
on Moon and Mars
also get used to the atmosphere there
after many, many die in thin air
then when we establish
that we can establish,

a very bright lad like someone
okay like me, will say
see I told you we all are aliens by the way
so till then do stay
yes accept we may have been
once upon a times aliens

Another “Why?”

This sadness, awful depth of nothing,
How can you eat my cheerful ways?
I sense that you are cruel to me
Life and all the losses I have and feel.

Sometimes a place of peace is found
Why, oh, why is it just a passing thing?
The fleeting smile of a child draws me in
Yet eternal peace only comes from within.

Talk to me of days gone by, there I cry,
Tell me it is not true that I just left you
Was it a great plan from forgotten times?
A plan to test both yours and mine.

Serenity

Being far from life,
a heartbeat is stilled
the mortal shell is shed
as the spirit ascends.

In the absence of pain,
it's a child with the wind
formless to the world
rose bud opening

Looking at freedom
is warmth on skin
invisible scream
and hope born anew

For after the touch of death
in the binding silence
it finds itself engulfed
in serenity.

Paramour

I watched the yellow
ripple in your reflection,
and as it danced on water
it was mirrored in sense

Dreams quivered
in plunging tears
but a falling stars
rare effulgence
revealed this sub rosa

That tripping shadow
moving into the night
carries your secret
bound into desire,
a paramour of night

Still, watching,
her bowed head stitched
into the shadows edge
always regretting the stab
of never knowing love

Who Are We

I cry for you out there,
You have become my friends.
Where are all the good things gone?
More pain to my soul does it never end

My choice to feel the way I do
Yet it is just me there walking
I then choose to walk with you
The twirling universe goes on

Dipping into mankind’s pain,
A poet’s simple refrain
I am here they call, just talk to me
A lifeline stretching out

There I find you and love you all,
It is for me to be flawed.
Though I feel we all should be
Compassionate for us, you see.

SEARCHING FOR THE POET OF OUR TIMES

Who is it will be recalled
as the poet of our time
who lived through the past fifty years
and put the chaos into rhyme?

He'd have to capture Woodstock
its promised freedom and love
which died with Jimmie, Janice and John
and ended with Hell's Angels' shove.

Or the war that near tore us apart
there among those fields of rice,
where many of our best were lost
when they paid that highest price.

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