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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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Shadow Days

I have walked in days just gone by,
that threw all sorts of shadows at my feet.
The sun felt cool as did the world,
was this all my feelings now that it was getting cool.

Why did the others that held my hand in times gone by,
leave me in this time,
I wonder why.

So it came to me as I looked around,
at the long shadows on the ground.
That most of them were cast,
by the things that were behind me.
This made the path ahead shine with hope,
that I could once again see.

Insider (for Ian, Gee and Carrie)

Walking in the shades of grey,
I have infiltrated the syndicates,
the elusive criminals of today
to study the games they played.

At times, my credibility is doubted
when fellows officers think I've swayed.
At times my loyalty is questioned
but my chief knows I will not stray.

For I have ended the reign of crimelords
with the evidence I have gathered
the scums thinking they're mortal gods,
trashed into a world of hurt.

DEEPWOODS AT NIGHT

When most are warm in bed at night
I've walked the woods in pale moon light
while whippoorwills sang their sad song
and geese honked in a midnight flight.

Some might think such trips are wrong,
the shadows being much too strong
and conceal things sane men fear
in a world where people don't belong.

I wonder if they have been here
in dark forests with no home near
when breezes turn tree limbs to arms
and things are not as they appear.

in the rage of reality

Slowly it bubbled and seethed
rolling around my psyche
leaving magenta trails of rage
that were slick to the switch

I traveled a thousand paths
and read a million books,
elusively 'it' remained veiled
burning the lava heating my rage

I wore a domino and understood
nothing of your world,
living in a reality so skewed
it warped, buckling it imploded

Inspired by two Neo's

Leaving the arena

Your words of disgust
germinate seeds in my minds eyes,
you want to end all strife,
my seeds have yet to burst.

So if a man's food,
is another’s' poison
both will have a different version,

the decision to do what one wants to do
it's up to each one of us including you too..

so don't run,
walk away
but in the larger picture of life do stay
someday, one day
you will remember what I say

LEGACY

LEGACY

I am my father's son.

I am my mother's child.

Nothing more. nothing less.

And who I have been

I will be through the end

and beyond,

I am in continuum.

Leaving The Stage

Stop the music!
I've grown weary of this dance.
The end is long overdue
It has shed all its fun

Sweet-honeyed lies,
fake whispers of affection
I bid all of them goodbye.
to focus my attention

I take a bow
Let the hypocrites mingle
I'm walking away now
to be free from their world

Let them have the stage
I refuse to dance again.
The rhythm of heartbreaks
only drives me insane.

I leave the stage
to embrace life
with wings of hope
to help me fly

Be worthy of yourself

Your worth lies not in your pocket,
it lies in your inner self,

what you feel you are,
you want to be
don't run after what others think
no guy is going to weep for thee
you shall have to shed tears alone
so shed your fears

guys only suck sugar cane
Bums, chums and any suckable thing
that one at them can fling

your worth is what you think
use imagination and think,

Two Uncomfortable Poems

-An Empty Revolver-

Wild Game...

Shadows run wild in the night
He goes with them hand in hand
Evil thoughts take off in flight
Spreading terror through the land

Nightmares ooze from a leaking brain
Footsteps echo to nervous ears
Blackened skies threaten rain
All this heightens latent fears

Now, he says; I've got the proper feel
I have added spice to life
It really makes for a better meal
When I finally use my knife

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