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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)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Lover boys

Across the Internet …I daily come across ….many guys in search of love…. expressing their desires in the lurch ….hoping someone will read them …and find a lovely girl …one of your choosing …for them…. they wonder aimlessly …some in stark nudity… others a bit too shy …. they call themselves a guy ….I wonder why…..
If you can’t get a girl down your …home and town and living lane …or college, school …. to be simple and plain …someone you can see and follow and know face to face…how you would find one out here ….writing poetry only …

CAMPSITE

Cicadas’ white noise
winding tunnel vision of gums
reeds, burnt out stumps, ferns;
it's that noise that lets my ego apart

Dishevel myself amongst the river pebbles
stained glass mountains' might in every distance.

Swimming to let the weight of my pack wash off
alone, singing madly to the sky
threnodies of alibis to my distant family

Cupping the cold water and splashing myself;
a lizard lazes opposite with an arm over a broken branch
calm body submerged in the river's flow.

Am I Free?

In my head, my pretty head
I am diminished

In my eyes, my pretty eyes
I am clairvoyant

I see purple
or a mix or red & blue

The point is, my pretty point is
my angry auric hues
confuse

So goodbye my head, my eyes
my sentinels to the 'other' me

I see purple
it sounds like fear
it feels like thread

I pull the twine sublime
the thread in my head
connected to The Source

I am removed
of course
I am free
my conscious
IS me.

The Witness

The Witness

The witness of the Holy Ghost
tells of truth in our hearts and minds.
He whispers in a still small voice
the truths of the gospel law.

How can we not know the truth
when He was sent from God above.

Be ye baptized in My name
with authority from God
and He will descend from above
and speak to the desires
of your heart.

Be thou blessed in this endeavor
and you will never wonder why.
It is for you to ask and He will abide.

The Frustrated zombie

Please stop running!
Don't you know how hard it is
to move in rotting skin?
Its so damn frustrating!!

Its not fair, I tell you
I only need your brain to feed
but I can't have a fill
coz you have the speed!

Can't someone help me?
My right eye popped out again
I hate these wriggly worms,
they are driving me insane

I wanted to scream
but it came out as a groan.
It's pathetic, I must admit
my real voice is long gone

Rat Hole and Pigeon Home

I woke up in knots,
not knowing which way
the wind would blow.

Breath fouled
by a passing cloud,
not knowing which way to go.

A Pigeon flew
like unstuck glue,
disappearing in the cloud.

I shook my head
and looked for bread,
all I could find were crumbs.

The clock struck one
and I ran down,
like a rat amongst the crowd.

Stocks were trading
gold and silver,
bread was least on the listing.

I trudged back to my hole
the Pigeon was already home,
in mock absurdity.

Love Your Heart (with spoken word)

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0vz0DQPhxjj

This isn't about Valentine
coz I dont believe in it,
but it's still about the heart
and how to keep it fit.

Try to manage your stress,
give anxiety a rest,
or annoying life pressures
would lastly take your best.

Cut down the harmful sweets
which put on an extra weight
and follow a healthy diet
before it's really late.

Vamped Up

At last a subject to get my teeth into
With that underlying current of pulsating red gold
Yum Bloody Yum

Soft flesh the kiss of death
Or if you like everlasting flight
I is the creature of the night

Yesterday I wore shades but to no avail
The mere thought of day made me feel queer
Bring on the shadows

The night I first had a fright
I had seen all the vampire films there were
Gorgeous woman and lots of blood everywhere

COOGEE

Where do the oceans go?

The waves get lost
tumbling between the shambles
of lived 'pon rocks,
the shells dissolved into crude Fibonaccis
and I have let my spirituality go
for a frank and forgiving answer:

"Mother nature don't give a damn!"

Today was 35 degrees and I joined Sydney
down at the beach where the seaweed
washes up in flocks along the shore.
That coogee smell...

Silent Enemy

Silent Enemy

They’re getting closer now…
I can feel their eyes
searching for me.

The sound of sticks snapping
beneath their feet.

The sweat on my brow
breaks free in a bead…
stinging my eyes.
Oh God…please help me!

They break through the brush…
my silent enemies.
Knowing they too are hunted
and pray respectively.

Then all at once
with a loud surprise
they fall to the earth
with moans and cries.

Silence again…
with no sweat on my brow.

By: Sharon Jones

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