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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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s u b m i t t a n c e

the life flows
the eyes dilate
the mouth dries

the body reacts
the voice growls
sizzling in vowels
she feels in her stomach

bends on knees
stretchs the long youthful
beautiful neck

stares at her image in the
floor length mirror
her long straight hair
glossy and fresh

tingling in anticipation
of his large strong hands
the dexterity in his fingers
covered in rings
tatoos

Timeless

In a single moment, I closed my eyes
thinking of the past that we've left behind

We have come a long way, my dear,
to find our path to each other

We have fought and reconciled,
we've even separated for awhile

And each time we leave, saying "Never again",
Fate will bring us back together again

Even after the years drift us further apart,
moments that we shared never leave our hearts

Our youths are gone ,weary skin cast over old bones,
still we find beauty is not something to mourn

Papillons Touch

I walked as if dreaming,
feet swallowed in Autumn colours.
Dust rising as leaves all around,
colours crowded my mind
Beauty beyond my scope
my vision impeded

Reeling senses sought me,
silent words now thoughts.
Amazing spaces drawing my will,
eyes extending as a birthday child
Drinking this in with sighs,
my memory failed me once more

Where am I??

Ridges of black walls,
try to confine me.
A landscape flows,
a rainbow rises.
Like falling leaves,
their quiet symphony

For All I Care (Black Butterflies)

Throw her back. Throw her back, I say.
Cast her body back to the sea.
That child never did a damn thing
'cept bring embarrassment on me.

Pour her ink into that same swell.
Those words were never worth a thing.
Always thrashing against the norm
crying that Afrikaa was king.

Wash the walls of the servant's room
where she laid her head as a child.
Remove the blasphemy from site.
Erase the thoughts of whim gone wild.

The Puppet Show

The Act

More often than not,
eyes, ears, tongue, nose, skin, sense less
in these puppet shows.

The Plot

A dubious plot
the puppeteer unfolds
from his dark domain.

The mystery

Innocent puppets
hang between life and death
strangled and maimed.

The effect

While the curtain falls,
eyes, ears, nose, tongue, skin, sense less
in the commotion.

The victims

More often than not,
the mute puppets pay the price,
while the show goes on.

ditty

parakeet seeing sights of blood
inventing in himself dis-belief
metals collocating preexistence
clop burnishing................
Cain and cane and came.......
down he
fetlock would strangulate common touch,
his poke will batter etiquette
so he still considered loop perch
wise things, and stayed
the humans beneath are splattering
from burnishing wishful stray
long drawn at the guns touch
kissing rain flying the birds
singing of docile spend-thrift
a soldier
soul without body

Foolhardy lovers

They all fall in love
on Face Book
or any sites....
all those who so appear
are not themselves in reality...

many are the humming birds
some chasing living ghosts
some are mad in their musings
thinking them to be shadows

who and why

should they just fall in love
with creatures so strange
they will never meet ever
I say
that again and again

Another Year Past

That the thought lingers still
The touch can still be felt
A perfume not smelt but felt
This is the order of the day

Why did I leave you there?
Then I feel that surge again.
A gentleness that makes blushes
A soft mind jog of things past

Tell me when to let memories go
I still need you to walk with me?
I can answer my own questions
The answer to all things is, stay.

I welcome you into my thoughts
Reaching out to see you there
I would love to know why we aged
Me in my body, you in my mind

D E C O R UMLIVIDITY

we lay like ruinous worth
the mirror alive with unspoken
movement

a storm mouth of static
from the black ovid speaker
voices voices voices
beneath the hiss

breath of a calling
the darkness
filling up the mirror

rising like a flood

we will float from the
uneven steps of the
landing
in this dream

separate
with one heart
carried in its cage
a bird taken
forth into the
depths

descendant
to breath the air
on the other side

The Day I Saw Unrestrained Happiness

I took a breath and found my tragedies
littered in my life like incomplete dreams
and I gathered them, placed them together
that they might commiserate their failures
and take heart that all for which they'd striven
had come to naught; had disintegrated
into a web of dry disappointment
and served no purpose and brought no comfort
and inspired no joy or wrought happiness
in any life that they had touched or seen.
And I found my tears of discouragement,
my angst, my pity, and malevolent

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