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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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Night Market

Entering the night market
i could smell the thick stench of despair,
far worse than vomit and urine

Young girls and women here,
foreign and locals flocked together,
their painted faces hiding tears

Each bound by invisible shackles,
no longer owning their bodies..
Freedom to them is only a dream

But tonight, my presence here
will cleanse this stain from the city
and release them from slavery

A fat man stared at me, frowning.
He barked at me to scare me
but I only reply with a grin

tremors above sidon

Tyre tire Taiye
tied twin swim glimpse
shrimp accord cord beyond discord
cut cloth pair

Sidon of litho-
sphere Tyre
telegram span sprawl
guilloches flower head
necklaces trailing plaited trusses
perfume burner antique
branches of this type
possibly pair to the offered lot
Sheppard amongst ruined castle
coloured glazed frames, variegated sand
crocheted spires arched tops blaze
mount leaf-cast lack parquetry satinwood
marquetry satin wood
drapery treads garlands of husk

A Smack In Time Tingles Fine

Smacking was a subject close to his heart
Then Yenti, came in to let the fun start
Little Serendipity as a child had suffered so
But grew up and just wouldn't let it go

I was told by friends that knew these folks
It would just go beyond the odd friendly poke
It disturbed our Yenti that as he was old
It was construed as being lewd and much too bold

My Monster

When I was young,
he could be found
hiding in my closet
and lurking
beneath my bed.

The elders always
told me not to worry.
Monsters aren't real.
There only in your head.

I asked them if it
was the same way with god.
Cause he seems real to me
and this monster
is looking to be fed.

And so it came to be,
just as they had professed.
I found that fucker
living deep inside of me,

Delineation

I visited your house,
and its face
devoured by vines
left me desolate

I remembered
hurrying to live,
your hands
cracked,
they now lay
crumbled
to dust

The mysteries
scoring your face,
pitting the pores,
mimicking skin,
are now forever
closed in pine.

Suddenly beauty rose
in your wild garden,
and dragonflies
grazed my mind,
I silently conceded
with a sigh,

The New Beginning

Hurtful words rip my heart,
with claws of sorrow
tearing both of us apart
casting love in shadow

Your name still haunts my soul
but its warmth is long -gone..
Beautiful memories unfold
turning into moments I mourn

Old dreams lying in tatters,
left me deprived of hope here
but I 'have promised myself
never again to shed a tear

For here stands a woman born free
who will not cower from Destiny
this is not the end of love
this is its new beginning

chemical brothers

sardius sapphire
pummeled apostasy labrets
fray emptied scare-crow
repudiated carbuncle
vultures speak nude
sobriety ox bridge tablets
welcome my long lost friend
about the parched eight
game Theodore dry bare
century half full lull scar
horrific mortal reign, mortal white
careless of tongue steer evening star stir
so say it precarious
now that both say it
dressed before the black
turns into white
eight hours before
use this threnody
topic sentence unperturbed

Valentiny spirit

Now a day’s
It’s not guys who have to display,
roses for their Valentines …

I have observed many a gal
offer chocolates to a boy
for a soft kiss in return
so as to their inner desires burn.

So we must rename it now
and
call it a Ballsinday
as gals will come forward to play
they’ll ask of the guys
their love to display

from top to toe
as the world turns
sexually metro…

The Quimbly, Giggle, Bubble, Quick !

In the providence of Quimbly
in the borough known as, Knob
there's a sky so blue, it stays blue day & night;

a starkly, neon, shadow is cast
as twilight becomes strong,
and each & every village lamp burns bright.

The mistwhips fly in circles
for they know their way around,
plus they're thrilled they get to do it once again;

the faeries arrive quite early
they'e best at cheering with no sound,
and the motion of their wings start up the wind.

Bound and Gagged

I watch as you
glide into apathy’s arms,
and collapse
listless and wondering
in awe of emptiness.

As your hands lay open
mine are bound,
our words of hate
hang from barbed wire,
strung out, fluttering,
like the miles of fur
on a rabbit proof fence,
separating us forever.

We pass
into other lives
now as strangers,
when meeting,
our smiles freeze,
sharing the memory
of what our destruction
wrought.

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