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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.

 

Silent Warrior.

 
Dry are the tears 
        that are never shed,
Rolling down in silence 
        along the golden thread.
 
 
They are the warriors
       whose stories are never told,
Born amidst the torments 
        with nothing to hold.
 
 
Fighting constantly to hold the mask 
        and never to reveal,
The battle to defeat the pain 
        and conquer Achilles' heel.
 
 

Elephant Child

Silently, under cover of darkness
an elephant child is born.
He feels the comfort of his mothers trunk
as he blinks in the first light of dawn.

The monkeys cry “it’s a boy, it’s a boy,
and look at him isn’t he cute”.
A male gorilla drum beats his chest,
and the bonobo throws them some fruit.

The forest is filled with lively chatter,
from excitable chimpanzees.
Juvenile Infants play peek-a-boo
while their mothers watch from the trees.

Driver in the dawn 'audio'

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B1CDwQMLJs6QeHI0NFVpVjA2dnc/edit?usp=doc...

The brightness
Of of car lights
Are as blinders
Covering my eyes

My lens out of focus
Obscured in the dawn
Descending on me
Before rising of the morning sun

The popping in my neck
Dull pain in my back
Weakness in my knees
Tingling in my legs and feet, seized me

Fairies in trees, (revised)

Fairies in trees,
Honkas as imaginary friends,
taking flight with elves,
to unknown realms,
Shamanic journeys
to aid or attack,
as a Shaman should.

Have all gone the way of sceptical atheism,
yet they remain.

magic is simply that which has not yet been explained by science

so there must still be a lot of magic in the world.

Second attempt at Dactylic

Boy, is it hard to be writing a verse like this.

Patiently presenting amazing story lines.

Perhaps I should be more careful and listen more.

after all writing is funny and exciting.

 

BOY, is it / HARD to be / WRIT..ing..a / VERSE like this.

PA..tient..ly / PRE..sen..ting / AMA..z..ing / STOR..y lines.

Workshop: 

MyFailYourFailYourMyFailYour

MyFailYourFailYourMyFailYour…

The teddy bears go back to the shops,
Tommy’s heart doesn’t break any more.
The clock in his room suddenly stops,
it sleeps with Tommy on a cold floor.

Can you see a doll’s house without light?
Christmas didn’t come for Jenny that year.
The evil man said Jenny please don’t fight,
now a doll’s house holds nothing but fear.

Numb

Sitting here, head in hand
So tired, I can barely stand
Painful words, ricochet against the night
Heartbreak heard, a lover's mournful plight

Memories haunt me, you are everywhere I go
I loved you more than you will ever know
Looking around, I am numb
The tears threaten but won't come

Shut myself off from these feelings
Done with romantic dealings
One too many failures for me
Love, I beg of you, let me be

Respite

A new found silence
Has crept into my heart,
A need for distance that validates
Just being -
Apart.

A recoil from the intimacy,
That once stunned my soul
Shocked me into servitude
That said: "be patient"
Let go of control.

Now silence has restored
equanimity, once lost.
As yet, I'm too afraid to
go back, and count up
The cost.

NS. 10 OCT. 13

Frosting with time

Frost
was a wonder poet

Frost
now frosted by time
as we all some day
will and shall and must and ought to be
as time spares none
neither you nor me //I

so as our time goes by
let us our minds
in the wilderness freely fly
seek the unknown
and mark in stone
someday we shall also be known
as engraved pieces of clay
with homes unknown
let us frost
ere snow arrives
who knows what may later arise
and we will be lost in oblivion
and
with no surprise
nor a prize

Late Alfred Digit

Late Alfred Digit

I received a large registered letter today
It was strange as it came from far away
It was from some unrecognised attorney
It said contact him, as it would benefit me

They were sorry about the delay from them
The information was from way back when
At school in my sixth form years I had a friend
I was kind to him, and to him did money lend

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