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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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Drifting thought

Sitting here on a coach
I am going back home
Wonder if it will be the same
Carrying my thoughts true

Memories pas by each moment
Green pastures on the other side
Small roads holding me
I use to live around here

What is home now?
Years have flowed on
Home has drifted away
A place to be that’s me

The arms that held me
They seem distant now
Who holds my ways
Where is the truth I ask

Passing by

Everyday passing by
Going tik tok
Playing face, telling lies
Give mock
Never coming near don't
Ring ring
Don't knock

INCIDENT by Countee Cullen (Stans Imagery Workshop)

Once walking in old Baltimore
Heart-free, soul-filled with glee
I saw a Baltimorean
was looking back at me

Now I was eight and very shy
and he was no mud digger
and so I smiled, but he poked out
his tongue and named me Nigger

I saw no more of Baltimore
from then until December
of all the things that happened here
that's all I remember

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INCIDENT by Countee Cullen

Cowboys

Under the scorching heat
of the Texan sun,
there're heroes and bandits
with loaded guns...

One group enforces the law
the other are troublemakers
but the guns that they draw
marks them as equal warriors

Facing one another
with the western spirit
refusing to surrender,
in battle they meet

Merciless bullets flying,
shooting guns smoking.
The intensity is growing,
one by one, warriors are dying

Until at last,
only two stand,
the sheriff
and a cruel man

What's.....What!

I've seen shadows erase rainbows
and raindrops drowned the sun,
I've even seen the blues overwhelm the day;

occasionally, what's what comes strange
and sorrow morphs into fun,
then, children crave schoolwork, instead of play!

Sometimes it can be troublesome
wiping up the messy tears,
it's confusing when they continually return!

I've learned to swing at life's curveballs,
and seen laughter sprout from fears,
then, drawn a blank seeing clues I can't discern.

Poem: Sola Scriptura

Hidden layers of meaning,
completely permeate The Word;
they’re found by spiritual eyes
and a desire for absolute Truth-
to overcome the enemy’s lies.

Take time to study the Bible
and its many, divine precepts.
Embrace them with your heart;
learn lessons from others’ pain;
keep life from falling apart.

Be led by the true Love,
behind the scarlet thread;
for God identifies His own,
by the principles found…
in the Scriptures alone.
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Author Notes:

G N A R L I N G G A S H

twenty miles to the gallon
with a short stroke
hardened cam and
ported polished
she growls when i
drop the hammer

drone down the interstate
white line flashing like
deaths rib

twin cherry bombs
throbbing
bolted down
to the iron Interceptor
hauling ass

nightmare marauder
thundering
and a Python magnum
in a slip holster
wrapped in its thin
belts
beneath the Dickie jacket

flip rear seats
and sleeper style
detroit girl
jewel of the nile

MADMAN

I'm thinking now in rhyme and verse
perhaps I'm going mad...
or fallen prey to poet's curse
a notion I find sad.

When driving down the road alone
ideas flood my mind.
Poems, rough, bereft of hone
jumble through my skull and grind.

pavillion royal

tentacle ten table
octopus wing oscillate
quaterfoil moulded splayed lea
banqueting from Brighton
Saunders tapered padded
paneled sea trails cut brass
trellis elixir sprayed aprons
outline eastern wise men
dragons of habitual
above their firmament
inlay of prominence, water colour view
combining Gothic and oriental elements
electric fantastical fanatical

Lovely roses

a message deliver,
the arrival of a new lover is near
we all love roses
my dear,
never of the thorns ever fear

they prick just slightly
you are used to severer ones

so let all roses speak for you
your love
she must earn

in the desire of innate love
she may like to,
like a simple butterfly burn

beautiful roses she will get in return

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