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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.

 

Tanka Goodnight baby

Rock the cradle, Dear
I will sing the lullaby
to bid him goodnight

It's time for baby to sleep
until a new day begins

hermits gloss costume

cure congeal catacombs
heritage of break silence
spawning grounds......slur syllabic
lushness parched throats

truncate and receding
monument and truncheon
in solitary devolution
echo of pinnacle

pedestal the leper whose feast of apparition
fruition dote bearing similitude
restrain the condiments- me and you
a mirror - strewn

Nature and Him

YOU LOVE nature
more than you do a woman
yet I am glad
you they summon,
to enjoy the bountiness,
the glory
the fiery story
composed by Almighty

He hasn't wasted a time life
in eternity
creating
destroying
recreating humanity
along with it naturality
and
as you call it poetry
I say tis a mystery....
why man runs after

power and money

f r e e d o m r u n

tar baby
melt under the blue
smile and history
wraps up
all the depths caressing you
the parties ghosts
and you
the unhappy host

beneath the doubtful skies
a welcoming
room
lonely and emptied
a spring of flowers
waiting
a summer of joy
derailed

inside the rains fall
afraid and drawn in
this journey
is about to begin

away from all that hurts
and dissapointments
faded like a winters
coat

a pure journey
the last hope

Love & Loss

You said I was the water,
pure and life-sustaining
When did you decide to dehydrate?
You said we could get lost,
fly away together
When did you grow wings without me?
When did you decide
to bury your greatest treasure,
so far down you cannot see it
When did you decide
to hide your greatest discovery,
never to be found again
When did you decide
to let go of the one
you said you'd wait forever for?
Did I disappear,
become the phantom limb
you feel but won't let yourself see

"REAL"

Often are told the tales of dreams
without reality's constraint
where we can fall between the seams
and waking world can become faint.

Fantastic worlds can flow from pen,
often times I write of them
as do many other men
before the stories become dim.

Do those in that other land,
when they fall asleep at night,
envision us here in our strand
as we endure some mundane plight?

What is it to really BE
in either existence we share?
for reality is what we see
whether we are here or there.

Renga 6 Enmity dies friendships blossom

Let enmity die
so that friendship blooms anew
in its true beauty
rid self of clandestine thoughts
dissembling friendship dark doubts

Back to back under
a sprouting spring tree swaying
no words are needed
carving letters on the bowl
joining like souls for ever.

Letters may wither
yet the bowl will symbolize
delight in sharing
cattle graze where old house stood
memories of past lingers

Tanka on Insomnia

In the midnight blues
silence whispers impishly
making me breathless.

nights become days, days nights
dusk and dawn a pause for breath.

A Special Renga Love and Sunset

Red glaucoma eyes
dry itchy blurred cornea
seize a sunset drop
maybe from a glass of wine
too many too see clear

Tears blur the vision
are these tears for the sunset
or are they for you
beautiful as it maybe
the tears are for both of us

My love remember
it was me that held your heart
draining the life blood
weak in the knees, falling short
of the balance between us

Waiting to see

That's why in most of my thoughts
I say
The distant horizon…
I can't see
the sunset shows its lining
and
when the sun has set where ,
I live
my kith and kin awaken

so round the clock
we all keep vigil
waiting to see
the horizon

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