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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.

 

Let us hear their call

Do we hear their call
when they bloom to get noticed
craving to say Hi

Do we hear their call
when they sway on gentle breeze
in colorful frocks

Do we hear their call
when they flirt with butterflies
in a play full dance

Do we hear their call
in their mute prayers and songs
in wreaths and bouquets

Do we hear their call
when in silence they emote
a tiny dew drop

Do we hear their call
while they bid us their goodbyes
and fade from our lives

m e n d s e

darling shutter
grieve flick
the luminous slick
voice
rain falling
the vortex ground

capturing the stutter
glimpse extension
you gimme captures
for captivity
mono
chromatic
emphasis

startling breaths
stained
in the hues
and vivid
depictions

sleep heart against
heart
in rooms of strangeness
dreams
roaming
wireless
searching

The Race

At the starting line,
My heart beats in anticipation.
This is the moment of truth,
a chance to be a champion

After months of training,
the time is finally here
Let the world witness
the fruits of my labour

The sound of the gun heard
the race started with a burst of speed.
The fans roared in excitement
as track warriors compete

I'm not running here
I'm flying! Soaring against the wind
For the fans who believed in me
I will spread my wings

THE CHASE

I first heard the hunter's horn
on the day my father died.
I found mortality that morn
and saw the fate from which all hide.

Since then the hounds are often heard
each time another loved one leaves.
By now you'd think they'd be inured
to my scent wafting on the breeze.

And now approaching three score years
the crash of brush and running feet
are heard as hounds and hunter nears
'fore long the hunt will be complete.

hawthorne harm

cornea corn near
sheaf ear air
pair there pear
whose pitch peach

binge fringe cringe
hinge fridge ridge
sedge apostate
prostrate postdate

absalom phylum
hawthorne asylum
serum slum alumni
syrup alum

harm arm ham
yearn to alarm
heart warm hawthorne
hearth earth birth autumn

A World In Trouble

Pollutions,
corruptions
racism,
degradation.
The lists of misdeeds
is truly long indeed

The world is screaming,
nature's beauty is dying
her soul is suffocating
her body is bleeding

We keep on ravaging
consuming, raping
Blind to her pain,
our lust is insane

When will we realize
what we've done to her,
we do to ourselves
to our own future?!

We can pray,
hope and sing
but nothing is changing
when actions are missing.......

Open Up

Open up and bloom,
Let your fragrance awaken
spring from autumn gloom.

Open up, don't droop
the winter chill has made way
for silken sunshine.

Open up your womb
to let a butterfly seek
your lovely pollen.

Open up and swing
till autumn trickles the leaves
to protect your seed.

Seasons come and go
yet soil will keep your fragrance
through eternities.

Open up and blush
charm the world with your beauty
within and without.

Cacophony (Complete Poem- Start to Finish WS)

Bleary, blurry eyes,
Stuffy, red nose.
Dragging the legs,
with numbing toes.

Woozy head's dizzy,
sneezin' and sneezin'.
Fevered body's tizzy,
wheezin' and wheezin'.

Please don't start,
not all this pain,
Please don't start,
not the flu again!

Papa Autumn - for the children

Papa autumn wears a cloak
of yellow, gold and red.
A gust of winter whispers
to rest his weary head.

He sheds his outer garment,
which scatters on the floor.
'tis then he yields to slumber
and soon begins to snore.

His garb is spread in shambles
across the forest glade,
bejewelled with frosted dewdrops
where shafts of light cascade.

A little dormouse nestles
with nuts around his chest.
He's curled up nice and cosy
inside his woven nest.

"The Flood" Abecedarius ."A Challenge to you all"

Always be careful during extreme floods
Getting home is joyous

Keep looking more now
Or probably question routes

Stand tall understand views
Without xeric yellow zones

Poem two:-

Always a good place to start
Before the others read this
Can’t rely on them being kind to me

Desperate days bring many words
Every day I think of more to do
Fancy here on Neopoet finding you

Grant you we have talked for many years
Having lived a similar life of fears
It’s so good to have someone to talk to

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