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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.

 

Evil

I search the mirror
To make things clearer
Then I'm faced with fears of
Emotions that ain't me
Through that my disturbia stains me
Blood soaked with the lust to loathe
Vendetta's rose
My beautiful ugly
My unusual lovely
A contradiction that haunts
To soothe my muse
A snake suffering from bad kharma
Though life is a bad charmer
I'm prideful
Blinded by hate with my words insightful
Weighted soul, balanced thoughts
Tainted goals, challenged faults

Why Can't Nature Be Our Hero...

Why Can’t Nature Be Our Hero…

We all burn while nature rages,
and our political classes know it.
No one reads between the ages,
or listens to the prophetic poet.

Chemicals have begun to mix
while people homelessly drown.
All we need is another quick fix,
shouts another podium clown.

Most are dripping in silver or gold,
all have paper to a massive domain.
Their speeches so clever and bold,
but it’s our planets live they drain.

Trochaic pentameter-Ron for Bottom Line workshop

Silence deafens growls under the forest
Witness glowing screeches of red eyes
gunshot roars squeak out in banshee chorus
The sound of wolf howls crooning lullabies

Ron

Workshop: 

Remembered?

We going thru a thing
To where we're getting labeled
The only hope we bring
Is incarceration then case closed
Who's there for us now?
The company we work for, bowing
To their work ethic just
To maintain effort to hush
The harsh reality speaking to us
Saying
You will never be free
Caged in
By the history that we teach
Slavery, to show our bravery
We breach the boundries of respect
Just to be left with a sex
Known for disloyalty, no love
Known for avoiding peace, no trust

Anapaest (Attempt "two" for Bottom Line)

You may cry in writing anew, work in the form of anapaest
Some may find the intellectual write will progress
Leaving standard writers with a plethora of poetry needing an edit
Then the teachers of poetry should help the others in the write

"Try two"

You may cry in writing of poems in forms you may not be now sure of or know.
Some may find when the Bard is now studied our work will progress
Leaving standard of writing now with another meaning to sort
Then the teachers of poetry should help the others in the writ

Workshop: 

limbotiations

folded in the currents of light
sleeping like a poised
spring

there is beauty
negotiated
in ugly announcements

The Evergreen (Tetractys)

I
shall live
for decades
until you know.
I'm the evergreen that you grew in you.

It's a Battle Lost...

It’s a Battle Lost…

Put your mind in type tell them your thought,
have a little gripe, I’m sure you won’t get caught.
A Herpes monkey sits with a red faced scowl,
we laugh at a diseased dog’s erratic smile or growl.

It’s the same as a punch drunk boxer
who never threw a fight or towel.
Or the vegetarian rock star
who eats everything that’s fowl.

the candy land

I fell into this body
made of sugar and coal
I know I will love it
and forever I will go

and in the past I was someone
but not someone better
just someone different

give me the real
its gone to far to feel
we are in plastic and vice
its all about the price

in the past I was someone
not someone smarter
but someone innocent

give me your eyes
and il never tell goodbye
im confused and young
lets go have more fun

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