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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)

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Far visions

In the far distance of my minds vision
I see flowers from the Garden of Eden
more humans flower each day

many wither away

but for times immemorial the gardens stay
all newer generation comers have a good day

tis a lovely morn
and an enchanting sunrise
just for you today
as my voice in harmony
words and thoughts
for you all display

friends come along
have a very propitious
lucky ...happy and merry today
as we all compose
on such a lovely day
friends
of ours today......

UNTITLED edit

UNTITLED

There is no longer fire in my soul
no poetry in my heart\
that speaks to me its beauty
my spirit shuns the light
my words grow cold
and the essence that
defines me
weakens each day
as I languish
in space and time

Quicksand,

Quicksand…

You watch I watch none of us are seeing,
there is no great picture of knowledge
where it all comes together.
Like the water in your coffee energised
by the swirling of a hand, pooled so rapidly
then to die just like our forever.

We aim to be happy finding life like a
new day just gone, feeling so small like
the vast sea compared to our yawn.
But we live in our world ignoring others
requests, sorry no help here we’re not
really gods creation, life is not a set
of tests.

A Tanka on Eclipse

World watches in awe
the superimposition
Earth shadowing Moon

Two celestial super stars
during a brief rendezvous

Hunting The Predator

There are monsters in flesh of Man
where abominable thoughts linger
terrorize the city with their game plan
the despicable deeds called "murder"

They often strike in the dead of the night,
paint it blood-red to spread fear.
The vortex of a violent storm truly describes,
the crimes proving their sadistic nature

I am one of those who hunt them.
deciphering their codes with my skill
My autopsies will reveal their tools
and estimate the time the heart is stilled

A Reason

I sat a while there in the forest
I thought of most things as they came to me
Yet could I grasp the meaning of all things
Now I even doubt the next day as it will arrive

Where do I go I asked what do I do now
Can I equate this life of mine to purpose
Suppose I had not passed this way
What changes would be missing

There in the quiet of the forest glade
my thoughts became clear stretching out
As the carpet of blue bells seemed to ring
Telling the world that they were there.

princess, a celestial alignment

purr galactic miser
purl pendulums Orion
feet dance miss her
skeletal mist star

surreal lasers mercuric
beam smudge
her prime, behold!
jet teasers

the jovial swings
a form needed
its rite dust-phase
beyond cubicle estranged

despoilment repair cardinal
internship regal
legal of loam
trepidation silk atom

Only in May

Only when May's dreams come true
that spring would show,up and through.
The meadows would then over sneeze
the Marigolds with summer's breeze.
Bees with pollens are to and fro,
paint the green with colors-raw.
The flowers smile, the hearts sway,
while silent go the words and 'stray.
The heaven patters-showers sheen,  
  the rainbow reflects–his face is seen. 
The cycle goes once and again,
more flowers bloom, to blaze the plain.

Interesting Deadly Fellowship...

Interesting Deadly Fellowship…

Interesting sort of fellow
that man who augured time
He squeezed it’s life
like squeezing a lemon or lime.
Writing a book he demanded
we must look.
This was his word, to help control the herd.

There were other tricks
to keep us in line
like the time he turned
water into wine
Unfortunately for us we
were too keen to believe,
his tricks made easy
as he cajoled and deceived.

DISTRACTER-IN-CHIEF

Look over there! (just don't look here)
I'll not mislead you, never fear
and please don't read the constitution.
That is Never the solution.

What do you mean about Benghazi?
It had naught to do with me.
It's cause? A little video.
Believe me 'cause I told you so.

Immigration laws? Well I decided
some of them were too one sided.
So I decreed to not enforce
but I was not decision's source.

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