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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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Old Cards and Memories

In reading through a stack of old birthday, anniversary and
other greeting cards sent and received,
the sender vividly remembered in the collective verse.
In the underscored words of each line she whispers
them in my ear again as she had once whispered them.
Their reading brings a smile and sometimes a tear.
Read through several times they’re gathered up and
tucked away once more.
There stored until her words begin to
fade from memory again.

As It Is Written

Where one’s mind goes,
the Man will always follow.
Are you paying attention
to what may be tomorrow?

Faith always agrees with God
and the messages of His Word.
Take random thoughts captive.
Is it Him, that you’ve heard?

Be freed from mental bondages;
improve your thinking today.
Read the Biblical instructions
and get a new life underway.

Meditate on the Scriptures.
Reduce your inner turmoil;
Pray for the presence of God
and be covered with holy oil.

The Wind (Stan's WS)

It travels across the seas,
the mountains and the trees,
passing through villages
and great modern cities

Its gentle touch
is like a lover's caress,
soothing and comforting
a troubled soul laid to rest

It makes me grateful
on a hot, summer's day,
when the heat is intense,
making me sweat all day

When it is erratic and violent
it's a force to be feared
as it devastated the cities,
inflicting a million hurts

We Are As Gods

I am a Trans-Human
I am the child of Homo Sapiens

My thoughts
once derided
unproven
despised
now flow in
our children's DNA

We are now as
Gods
So we act
like them

No disease
rotting flesh
No poverty
corrupting morals
No rich
No c u l t u r e
No Point

I am foreshadowed
Born of woman?
That will soon cease
your voice silenced

Are you 'human'?
Who cares...

Goodbye/Lucky by Ron Woodruff

Goodbye/Lucky by RW

I have to find the barrier, the drop,

the scarier stop

The rest of the 80-90 empirical proof

If I'm a goof I'm glad to be so

loud and free

though I often whisper

Open scars and mean guitars

my family name will not last

The past, the apathetic Czars

the prototype, the blast

I am quite insane

looking through cellophane

but despite have had a transcendent life

as fun as spontaneous writes rife

with honesty, sometimes ugly

somber or unleasant

In The Western Meadows (the right amount of imagery WS)

In the western meadows I lost my heart
while strolling 'round with a little sparrow
then never after found my way out.

On the pastoral lands I rolled about
and walked along where brooks would furrow.
In the western meadows I lost my heart.

I trod the rocky routes that wore the mount
and walked when raging winds went slow,
then never after found my way out.

I followed the waterfalls, to hear a shout
that prayed one day to stop the falling-show.
In the western meadows I lost my heart.

pork aplomb

brittle star
reef dwelling armour
stud clamour minotaur

dinosaur silence scientists
endanger with saw scholastic
score sore densely hair
calcite carbide chemist
in mist mint dressed lamb lab
fibers febrile
the spiritual capacity of in-necessity
in vertebrae spinach brae hay
drear day play mast
pageant rise
ferocious that a mustang can kill
wheel meal that is all that meal
palm oil veal plangent tranquil

Credit all

Give credit to the creator....
we all are such ones ....each one of us …you too are a creator of likes ...
even if you can’t comment or don’t wish to...

We all share in this world what little we know....
Let egos be shelved
and help share what others know.....

I am a creature of sharing...by now all do know....
share that I know ...and what through my eyes does flow
as a butterfly flies and glows ...the candle -----its life blows....

Just a Star

So I want to know
what am I in this life?

the answer's cutting edge
surely cuts like a knife

because there has to be a blade
that's honed and cuts true

and that's the blade deep inside of you.

They'll blame it on surroundings
and the powers that be,
blame it on the wind, or the fallen tree,

I'm not going to let them blame it all on me,
I'm just a star Universally.

Who am I,
in the grandest of schemes?

a reflection of my life
plus my wildest dreams,

R a y l o s s

Courtesan blood
rubied
this saturation
like the weather

bold lonliness
steps loud
down oiled walls
bright and lacquered

the jangle of keys
from full length leather
creaking in her lean
with a hip
the perfume
blazing in the cold
damp cooking
smells and neglect
the grand empress
swaying with age

light falls into the shadows
stretching
tired on an oriental
rug
chaise lounge stacked
tumbled with magazines

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