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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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Little Mouse

Little Mouse is hungry,
time to look for food.
He leaves for the kitchen
to find cheese to loot.

Thus he moves quickly,
passing by the fat cat,
who watches him silently,
ready to attack.

Once the deed is done,
he wants to go home
but his courage undone
crumbling like stone..

The cat is standing!
trouble approaching
Little Mouse squeaking
Scared, he starts running

His grip slipping,
his cheese falling
His heart breaking,
but he's not pausing

There is a tall loblolly pine
beside a gravel road I sometimes drive
beyond a weathered dead end sign.
It's years since it was last alive.

I first saw it with needles brown
at the start of leaf fall's season.
The tree stood straight from root to crown.
It died from no apparent reason.

And time passed on and time passed on
until the tree stood needle bare,
a thing wood peckers drummed upon.
I once saw a horned owl perch there.

Workshop: 

death of the stars quill

Ascension the pitch dawn warriors
slivers and effervescence
remand to spoil and share
lee red beret rebels clarion

back into their night of days
centrifugal to partisan shadow
participle in the order of trends

winds and tame hunters oak
white wash as oyster shell
fate forced to far western-
eastern morn was mourn rebirth

four beer fur bier
for bear Appolyon shade
the crayon magazine ,
sung carrion Hades

primeval epitaph of hide and seek
no more sought for thin
gazers gloom glazier

transcendence

drape me
in folds of night
sequined with
shimmering stars
in my hand place
a cosmos flower
on my head place
a nebula veil

let my coffin be
made of moon-dust
and my pillows
be rippling clouds
tear new holes
in the firmament
so that I can
see on down

tell the future
I could not wait
I have morphed
and moved ahead
when darkness
starts its breaking
celebrate life
for I am not dead

VEILS edit

VEILS

No man can know the depths
of another man's pain.
The loss of another, The loss of oneself.
Life brings to each of us our own special moments
unique , unshared, unseen to the rest
covered in ritual veils, a broken heart
and a soul tottering on despair,

Defiant Till The End

I refuse to bow to tyranny
even if it spells the death of me
Your king may have chained my body
but my spirit is free!

He burns the homes of peasants
and kill all of their men
then their children watched in silence
as his army raped the women

He is a coward who bullies the weak!
A man who hides behind his lackeys!
While they fight until they bleed,
his royal guards guarantee his safety

palms

on cotton skinned
skiened transparent
cross-commas, dash
scattered funambulist
of who we are
clasping writ by trees sketched
before bud relinquish
foliage soul

Lovely embrace..

Let me embrace you young one...
as I need warmth all over my face...
so let’s embrace...
warmth will flow from me to you...
as we curl up in embrace
and that’s no disgrace...

we love each other’s face
so we in public embrace
come on now gals and guys
face to face just to
E M B R A C E
and
see eye to
E Y E

r a c i n e t t e

nettles
this dust summer
is a fire
and you drawl your lithe moves
in sweet sweat and perfume
the sugar plume
dark tobacco
amber potency
thirsty against the screen

your eyes feasting beyond the
bushfields with their drooping
limbs full of heat

stirring in your weary
glass your rancinette
purse up your lips
about the pink straw
the lashes flickering
like the black mascara
line of a storm

too far to whet the
land in agony

The Herald

Pure flower to show Winter is no more,
why, tell me why do you look at the floor?
The Earth still holds that stubborn cold,
from days when the sun was afraid to grow.

I shall wait a while for the sun to smile,
on the life that gives me a reason to be.
I will till the garden, making it weed free,
new growing times will be here in a while.

This year we found the new weathers sound,
a bellowing wind and sheets of cold rain.
Later saying that this has always been the same
Forgetting once more, how it was before.

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