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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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Nepoet Weekly 09/15/24 to 09/21/24 Winner!

                                                                                      This Week’s winner is Jokerface82

 

Grandiose Majestic Mountain

There stood a majestic
Craggy face with razor blade
Edges of a monstrous
time honoured mountain

Turning its rocky nose up
at anything below him, robust
Jagged and risky, high stabbing
armour with White shark tip
Cut throated fins.

Bald rugged with a silent manner
cold stone as white as marshmallow
steep and strong, bold and old
broad frosted shoulders

With powdered freckles and a storm grey
complexion it wore a white necklace
and a frosted crown, made
by heaven.

 

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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Alone

Damn you all to hell and back
I never really awoke
sleep toiled my night
I couldn't face the day
an eternal space in front of me

Crippling thoughts abounded
All truth just stung.
Everything was gone
what else could there be
A life without you
Nothing left for me

Time you say, just let it go
All those stupid words
from others only made it true
I didn't want to exist without you
Just leave me, don't you see?
I find nothing is fair to me.

Vertebrae
suspense
twisting like a bandage

your voice
buried in sleep
escapes with its key
unclasping locks

hushing forth
a moist jaunt

while further
farther the giant dream
stirs
and black mice
chase freedoms
frieze
down a mazes mirth

romance
dripped throttled flame
drown molten
amused

dead flowers
and day old
smiles
limp in the
mirrors
lucid
lure

..

Laptop Bugginess

FB bugginess getting me down
Putting viruses on my laptop
Adware spyware making me crash
My websites won't respond

Took a pill fell past asleep
While refreshing updating my computer system
Restart restart before I'm out
Woke up my laptop still restarting

A little computer rap, if you will

Neopoet's Renga 7 (A Spring Renga Splash)

The brook serenades
lullaby to a willow
to sooth its weeping
it's drooping branches in cheer
rustle a sigh of relief

All buds are bursting
the willow sweeps the grass
dew drops make rainbows
warm rain floats in the quiet air
seeking dry roots hiding there.

Pink cherry blossoms
and rosy red azaleas
blue birds sing, mating
winter has pass spring beyond
summer pollen takes my voice

Awaiting to be married

Happy landing
off the spring board of spring
may be in Autumn or Winter
may marriage happiness
to you bring

see all is in money
had you any
you
wouldn't have waited
for spring
Autumn or Winter snow
and
now hope all well with you does go...

see all is about money....
only money teaches...
richness and poverty ....
ask all those who live

Below The Poverty Line

I note with a heavy
though happier heart
some do get a lovelier hearth
,money apart

In the Morning, with Bitterness

I found the note you left for me
then walked outside to catch my breath
and struck a match to light this fraud
to watch it slowly burn to ash.

And as the ash blew in the wind
it carried off your frequent lies;
I shed a tear for innocence
of wasted beats of broken hearts.

And now, I wait, impatiently,
for your return and promises
praying that I will find the strength
to send you on your faithless way.

A Beach Party (Digit in USA)

Having a link beyond others graves
Digit curtailed his killing ways
it would be easy to carry on later
an appointment with like friends
a beach party he had to attend

From Washington he caught a flight
Canoe Island lodge came into sight
In the middle of the moons last phase
Digit had some preparing to do
long pig was on the menu, not a stew.

the silken worse
on golden sheen
runs on milken
scene

pillage ghost
silence dust
frozen memories
what we were

the ounce of us
dirt

Machine Gun me!

You inspired
and
used to boost

now you with your mind set
you feel we all are roasted

You give me the insight of a writer's mind
where blind men can see more
than those with eyes

and the brain prompts me to be reborn ,
yes reborn
don't frown

as I am on my last leg
though still fairly sound ,

you are a young one
not fifty yet
many sons you have to still beget
maybe of verse
I can bet

Raising Wrecks...

Raising Wrecks…

I hear they’ve found another wreck,
a warship from the deepest sea.
Wonder who will spring this cheque,
sure hope it’s not poor fools like me.

It costs a fortune to get them up,
more to keep them from disintegration.
They’ll soon be out with the begging cup,
saying their saving it for our nation.

Governments won’t look after their poor,
but they’ll throw money at such folly.
I don’t know what angers me more,
seeing people hungry or them on a jolly.

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