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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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Heart Starter

I admired him from afar,
watching
through a window
of time

our first contact
bled with the intenseness
of a crash,
admiration
was thrown and seeds
of contempt grew

Days went by
side looks stared
into the target,
but disdain and ire
waned to nothing
but sparks of ego

the second introduction,
it bound by the rules
of Utopian society,
a new conversation
of light and song
of love gone wrong

Started.

L I L A C T

swoon tide
on a frozen day
we rode the hurry
bus whose engine
stopped purring
clamboring hills
and buck dales

the aged and the
filly youth
cursing behind
smiles
as we sped
past crevasses
full of morning
daze

Sunrise

The veil of night
slips away
as the sun
returns to glory.

Its warm caress
clears the dew
bathing the land
in golden hue

Revealing the world
in a riot of colours
to celebrate life
with euphoria.....

Because There Is No Laughter

Because there is no laughter
in the morning,
the flowers wake up late
or not at all,
my milk is sour
and all the bread is stale.

My smiles are only memories,
I wear a rainy day,
my crown's a thick gray cloud
and my spirit is the cold.

My pain is like the evening light,
beautiful, tragic
and crimson everywhere,
another still-born poem.

I Wish I Was There

I wish that I was there…
There to the Lord in all his glory,
The final sacrifice on the cross
Out on Mount Calvary.

I wish that I was there…
There to witness the blood pour all left
Righteously into the Earth saving us
Out of Jesus himself.

I wish that I was there…
There to hear Mary cry out her heart,
And Simon deny him three times
Out in the courtyard.

I wish I was there too
I wish that I was there…

Silence

Sometimes it makes a relationship,
sometimes it breaks a relationship,
sometimes leads to confusion,
sometimes leads to self realization,
acts as answer for few questions,
signifies danger sometimes,
silence the most powerful weapon of all times.

Listen!!

Listen!

My heart is breaking into two
bleeding all my love for you.
Stabbed by blades of treachery
I wept for the loss of harmony

Listen!

The silence screaming between us
our hope crumbling into dust
When the old pride cry in shame,
my hurting soul cursed your name

Listen!

The joy I held cracking in despair
The lament of a spirit stripped bare.
begging to be freed from lies
and the home where love dies

Nostalgia

Sunset bruised along Fifth Avenue,
staining red
the crumbling ruin
of apartment building

from its cool shadow
came a woman
worn face wearing
too many men
and too much
of their hunger

She caught my gaze
as I strolled by,
dark eyes cold with business
making her desire
a mask of barrier
against all real emotion

Who are you or me??

Even the sun will die
What of RA then I ask
Will the folding of the universe be destructive
"It is mine, I can do it if I need to".
Spit out that evolution it is there each day,
you can't run from its bite

"Oh did you stop evolving??"
Shit I forgot to give you an inkling of my plan,
Fear not you can join the energy of the universe,
there you can become anything you think to be,
but at some time remember me.
An entity that the humons ran out of ideas for.

Crazed Belief

Sickened with anger
Riddled with rage
Where are the values? The loyalty?
Erased with youth and corrupt minds
How can I belong when my mind is so different?
Different to who they are
Different to how they see
There is no 'we', only I
For only I can truly plea for change
Only I can conjure my own faith
Through my eyes, they are all deranged

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