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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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rock the comfort
arm round
heart bound

the falling past the thoughts
shone luminous
born treacherous

pressed scrawled
in push script
bloodrun
an ink
viscous
a moment vicious

beneath
below
upon a new ideal
run

the droplets loved
a couplet urn
caught hurled
in pyre
overturned
spread hot
this ire

relinquish vows
caught choked
behind the veiled
clasp
a lucid grasp

Exodus

Exodus

Feral soul amongst the reeds
lying still in stagnant bog
listening to nature’s song
performed by cricket, loon, and frog

hiding from the rage of men
that hunt him for his hue of skin
black as Mississippi mud
though his heart be free from sin

Feel my butterfly..

Feel my butterfly
Blind fold me love
let my hair flow
and upon my face
bring about a glow

see me as you wish
where-ever
let me feel your fingers quiver all over

sending sweet electric shocks
Down my spine..
hold me around my waist
let me feel you hard
upon as times advance

hold me tight
let me feel a comfort slight
as when buds sprouts all about
my life would be bliss without a doubt

Talking Ways

It is good that you walk with me.
As the autumn of our days does come, it is hard
To find that all the summers were left behind for lost times.
Then we must stay for always in this time to hold you
Your hand in mine and walk the paths
That are there for us, and the ones we will love,
For all our days.

OCEANIC GHOSTS

Each movement showers of light rays
spread out from my limbs,
as if the sea were all a sparkling pond of magical beings,
their tiny presences made visible by disturbance;
this ethereal glow,
sends the mind to fantasies of other worlds,
where stars are born,
or in the luminous deep sea plankton as it stirs.

My ghost

I have lost my ghost
it was wrapped around my legs
an amorous infinite python

My food does not go mysteriously missing
my favourite spots are not occupied
I am not reproached for existing

My bed is my own!

Maybe,
just maybe,
this time,
I am not talking about a cat

MASQUERADE

MASQUERADE

...and a silence dark and unforgiving

fell on this house

and all my kindnesses were brought

to naught.

Evil stares at me with different faces

Smiles turn into serpent's hisses

whispers of a Judas

dance frenetic around Truth

and Innocence

you do crucify.

Abstract Fiasco

novice painters
bend and twitch
a castle,
a kiss,
a face turned two

the master's glare
turns the screws
'neath Picasso's umbrella
....bliss twists to blue

disjointed dreams
drip and fade
as bereted visions
meet
the light of day

and only the elerly laugh

Bread and circuses

Eleventh hour has passed again:
Wrinkle capped Men wreathed,
Widowed, psychopath onlookers grieve
Under a common grey sky, have

Fallen beneath the wheels of the cart again,
The grinding machinations grate
At furies far flung
And little understood by those too civilized

For wars that come undone:
Dare we criticize now, in the time
Of glowering, decorated men
That guard the blood tradition?

Just one more night…..

Just one more night,
you have just come and so late
we haven't had enough fun as yet,
why do you want to go away,
do stay

another sweet session will end up
better than as best
do stay...
Ah do stay
Okay
just another night will relieve our very being
just a night more my love,
can you not stay

what am I asking of you
just a night of your life’s day
only for today
yes my loved one,
do please ,do stay...

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