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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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TRANSITIONS

TRANSITIONS

My soul clings
to me
like a child
to his mother
for fear of it's
immortality

The walk

I see you from a distant
my yells fall on deaf ears
the window pane is the barrier
I step out in the open
the snow chills
but the hearts warmth thrills,

I seek to hasten up
as in the wilderness slaps the breeze
reminds me of stark nudity
as I have left the brief
naked in mind, body and soul
I hark for thee

Oh Lord I am still unable to stalk
as I now alone walk.
to return to my cove
a blessed dark
cold merciless dungeon
saddened by my folly
that you will hear me
maybe!

A flock of swans

Of everything a man is able to have
My hand has been a flock of swans

And the time of cabal is the same as
the time of humiliation

I guess
Deserts will again
Always lonely
Remind of some
Mysticism

Because I am the breath from the start
till the end of a stream

What I've always been

Alone

LOVE HAS PASSED

Love has passed us
like the wind
over the mountains
into shadow
Here now, we rove
Wretched
like ghosts
under these starless skies
and grey shores
bound in grief
and in misery
Until the passing of time.

Love has passed
like the wind
into Shadow.

Who Me?

In an hotel lobby the other day.
Just signing out after my stay.
I creaked as I went for the door
They say pride goes before a fall

This old body wanted to flirt with a piece of skirt
Walked out too fast tripped fell in the dirt,
Ironed the old shirt, sprayed it with after shave,
I think for the old sweaty smell to stave

My muscles have gone so it won't be long
Six feet under to sleep asunder
For that day in an oak box I will belong
Don't you dare pray, what use is it I wonder

lo gloss

impact has sown
symetrical
succinct

shorn ideals
leaflets of rules
fallen
asleep
beneath a ruse
of vacant stars

aiming in a trembling
motion of needles

the beacon steady
while the world banks
the word stumbling

everything locked down
behind the simplicity
of steel
knock down the doors
and let a seasons
rule rise up and impair
the histories

if and when
the turn completes
the slow sun swing
all angles and shadows

Now England

In all it's pastoral loveliness
lush green wilderness
I love England!

Vaughan Wiliams'
'Lark Ascending'
trails off from the Sonos
surrounding my room
with lush lyrical laments
I'm now lachrymose

An emigres memory
I sat by the hotel window
in Warsaw
last century
soft drubbing snow falling
remembering
verdant fields, panoramic skies
Lincolnshire cornfields
tears streaming down
powdered cheeks
leaving
moist trails

At Dusk with Melancholy and Sorrow

We've come to that time of day when I ask
the questions I know will be forgotten
and I listen to the syllables of
your discontent as they puddle into
the space we've built between our severed lives.

And I am awestruck that the inertia
of our tired misery has kept us here
while happiness and bliss and every good
thing dances in our vision and softly
whispers its promises of contentment.

Goodbye

I gave her my heart but she chose to be blind
so I wondered to myself if I've misread the signs
I asked for a chance, my request was denied
I won't prolong this dance, I won't give up my pride

In the silence, I called out her name,
knowing without her, Life won't be the same
but she turned away from me without a care
and left my wounded dignity, stripped bare

Haunted by memories of yesterday,
I closed my eyes and started to pray,
to find the strength and courage,
to take a bow and leave the stage

The Poet's Ode

Those buds I chose both red and rose
to please your sight whenever you paused,
you held them where the heart's enclosed,
both red and rose those buds I chose.

Those stars I honed are like gemstones,
to end your boredom when you're lone,
to cease your moans, to end your groans,
like gemstones those stars I honed.

Those odes I wrote, when ink once flowed,
to cheer you up when life is slowed,
to lift up souls and take off loads,
those odes I wrote when ink once flowed.

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