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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.

 

s t r a n d z a

embodied the tangle
and the brush
fair locks
full of sleep
and sunshine
dreams
and restless
dark winds

treasures
and keepsakes
coveted

Christian Words of Affirmation

I proclaim the love of Christ
I proclaim the love of Christ
I proclaim it in my heart
For the rest of my life;
I proclaim the love of Christ

Such a love that does not envy,
Suffers long and retains plenty;
Love as it bleed but not paraded itself,
Kind enough to die on the cross for all else.

… the love of Christ
I proclaim it forever.

Still Trying To Get Off This Mud-ball

The aliens won't ever come for me
when I'm lying in my bed at night.
Awakening, I'll never see
odd grey heads looming in my sight.

I won't ever feel the curdling shock
of strange grey creatures lifting me,
or the fearful sudden knock
of paralysis hit my sweating body.

They'll never take me to their ship
to do their weird examinations,
or tag me with a micro chip
to track my subsequent locations.

Silk

A veil of sadness
was pierced,
the fabric of sorrow
ripped.

In moments
a rippling silence
eschewed.

I was liberated
from a shroud
that bound my grief,
I am now a silken thread
fixed to spin,

in silent whorls.

Let your heart flow to me

I know you miss my silly talks,
the silence which speaks a lot,
the sharing in everything.
every moment day or night,
secretly wish to stick together
with every beep of our heart.

But you never say it...
Just let it out...,
Let your heart flow to me

The House of Memories

This used to be my home
where tears and laughter bloom
nothing fancy inside
but a love which shines bright

White paint on the old walls
now turned to shades of grey.
and here, i remember
the sound of children at play
and my father's deep voice
as he reads the Qur'an
while his students listen
accepting his guidance.

As I entered the rooms
I shared with my siblings,
I find myself missing
moments i hold so dear..
the childhood without fear

kid man!

Do you all know,
one day yet
to one's birthday
one is a child
and
a day after the 18th birthday
one becomes a man(woman)

now tell me
a crime committed on a day
short of 18
one is dealt with
like one was a kid
and
a day after he cuts the eighteenth slice
he becomes a man

then what is his position
as he cuts the cake
and
pierces his ex

will you treat him
as a man
o tell me
fair man!

I Don't Think I Know

I think I know.

You don’t think I know.

I don’t think you know.

But you think you know.

You think, I know

but you know I think.

so you think, I don’t know,

I don’t think I know.

You think I know

I know I don’t think,

but I know you think,

so I think, I don’t know.

You don’t always think,

I think, that I know.

I don’t always think,

you know that, I think.

I think I know

you don’t think I know.

But I think you know

I don’t think - I know.

2014

This is the year of the strong woman
As you are well deserved of such honor;
Your strength is mighty uncommon,
Motivating future generations asunder.

Your time is now…

This is the year of the beauty in you,
You have persevered all trying times;
You let no one discredit your value,
And nothing stultifies you and your shine.

The hour is yours…

2014, the year of Strong Women
Around the world, everyday, all day;
Congratulations to the women!
You deserve to have it your way.

Jacknife Jess

her scab was a brown smudge
the flooring birch and rugged
broken assed downtown
like the door held up on its
gate hinges with industrial
screws

dont ask me about it
she whirled in with a world on
her hard hip
the smoke from lifes roadblock
fires still in her long cascade
of molten hot hair
black as a fallen angel
the chipped tooth softening
her smile

(like an escapists file)

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