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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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Team effort...

Through the night, so ebony black
he moved with grace and calm
With confidence went, not looking back
moaning a mournful psalm

No one saw him passing by
just heard his voice so lonesome
They said; “Someone is to die”
Not being sure, what from

But 'Death' walks close, mark my word
I've heard that sound before
Scariest sound you've ever heard
I don't want to hear no more!

Infectious

I love the bubbles of her smile.
They tickle my heart and make me laugh.
Not just a giggle but a real howl
that makes me shake all over.
Then I walk away and I
hear that same laughter behind me.
I think they call it infectious.

The Reflection..

You stand right before me
in admiration
of self emulated beauty
your giggle is spontaneous
but genuine

then you break down
into a seeming reunion
now you dance
after a refreshing bath
let your towel fall
without a trace of wrath

then you laugh,
the world may hear

as you are seemingly calling
for your loved dear

finally through life’s magnetic trance
you wander
and
mindlessly ballet dance

Hello!

I sit here as the music of the Isles
touches my soul
There racing as the silent tide
toward the shore are my feelings

Thoughts of things gone by
visions of things to come
Where are those voices
when I need them so

A comfort in knowing
That you and I loved them
Come sit a while, with me here
watch with me because I care.

The gentle flow of our thoughts
As they intertwine
Whisper of love and our before times
As they echo in our minds.

A Heart's Tale 2

Within the walls of a fortress,
a child wept bitter tears.
Unbearable was the loneliness,
haunting him over the years.

He saw love blooming around him
from the union of lovers' hearts
and the old desire returned to him,
whispering the beauty of his past

"I want to be free!" he screamed
but the walls of distrusts mocked him.
Cowardice reigned supreme
denying him, a child so weak

Kneeling on the floor, he faced the heavens,
pleading for a miracle to set him free

That laughing lines

They sculpturing your face that
grows with the years and all
on its time knowing there
have no control ,

Creams are smeared,but still
get wrinkles moored , just my
frame of mind to live through
the positive experience and
to settle .

As they said inevitable sign of
aging that establishes however,
after all of real beauty never lost ,
Is not this special? of crow's feet .

Liar

You aren't here
Strong arms to hold me
are absent.
So I wear your shirt
as my comfort.
I am not a part
of your world
though you are here in mine
your presence always
constant in my mind.
I like to say
I'm not waiting for you.
I like to say
I'm not hurting for you.
I like to say
I'm your friend and it's okay.
I'm a liar
in the worst way.
I am consumed by love
for only you.

Lorelei

erotica untouched

such an erotica untouched
for 2 weeks 2 days
come on guys and gals
eroticise a poet all your way

how else will he love
for you...
yall
as Stan says it,

a lover like Esker
out of this world
his eroticism for you display
ere foreplay

so read older poems
at least one each day
and make free hay
as I have done today

MIN

allure
the door
this mirror
broken with a thousand
works

we purchase
worlds
glancing
in the light
knowing all to well
our darkness
falling
like the second stars

emote in the subtle embrace
tasting sweet logic

TOMORROW

TOMORROW

On the winds of Time
I did fly
furious and uncaring
blind to each day passing by
bound by memory's charms
and seduced by lies
of immortality.
Now I clearly see
all things
that wait for me
and I fear for my sanity

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