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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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Unpardonablaise

Unpardonablaise
Your thoughts of unborn a spokesman /woman …on their behalf… is worthy of adoration...adulation… but imagine the explosion in population …but you are right… they ought to have used condom …ere the conception ….after having let the sperm seed and a child conceive…. to abort is short of treason …and murder we all try without any reason ….to punish the grown up…. but what about those ,who don't think like you ….and shelve the future of someone … who could have earned ,one day … someday..

revised version

Unpardonablaise (reviewd....)

We are

What we want to be
a follower
one to be followed
or
to enact the worlds' horror
and
sorrow

one to conceal
or else reveal
the summer’s cool breeze,
as it slaps across one's cheek

don’t be weak,
the world is vast
7.5 billion strong
what are you and I
but bubbles going along
ere we burst this moment
or
when God has his vibrator sent
and
tells, now is the hour
have your ethereal shower…

f a u w l t i smal porshunashun

jewel gem
cutter
draw tight
this slipshade
element
easement
rules runs like a tear
crawling
like a tear
of breaking
dark

the delicate
beams
unravelments
embattlements
sizzling
and through
the worlds
spills
freedom
rising up
tumbling
wayside
down

hauling
visions
and brilliant
sharp edge
poignant
rushes

a gasp
stolen
and a shove
into the
delve
of a harrowing
storm

Bereft

A decade and a year
started with
a random pet store visit
where a small black puppy
sitting quietly
looked askance
as her siblings yapped
and threw themselves at wire cage

She never ever ran away
just wandered off sometimes,
always coming back when called
back to the house
and outside
she could usually be found
lying quiet in the shade,
dreaming after panting rounds
of chasing frisbees
or panicked squirrels.

S u b s t i t u t i o n e t t e

drain ovid drinks
the hungry flurry
flung thicket wrung
in humid spears
lightning spun

moaning in depths
drowned demarcated
the flare of light
stalled out beneath
damp wet kisses

black velvet ossuary
blotting out the
eyes of stars
the grave of souls
shinning

into the void
like ribbons
of redeeming
whispers

every toss
a worry
every turn
a loss

upon oceans
the dark glide
of wind
seeks

Conniption……A fit of anger or panic

I came across a new word
so I thought of sharing it
no not out of ignorance
perhaps twas my share only
yet it’s a new word
we can all now see
anger
panic
corruption
all in one word
call it
Conniption
will ye…

Exam Malpractice

You cannot make a man ashamed
Without his conscience, a mate said
Moral rectitude imparts same
To know and do good from wrong
Echoes the voice of conscience within

Exam malpractice reigns in schools
Some know no way else than to bilk
Call it sorting, micro chipping
Played by both students and teachers
Values suffered setback at birth

Society sank in decadence
From the products of wrongful acts
Children who con their way all through
End up corrupt office holders
Wonder not on polluted system

Valkyrie...

Lightning flashed across my midnight sky
A Valkyrie with flowing hair
My heart was pounding, I blinked my eye
But no, she still was there

She took possession of my soul
I knew I was lost right then
What did she want, what was her goal?
It was beyond my mortal ken

I was to ride her windy horse
This puny human, a wreck of a man
I asked her why, she said, of course
“It is because you can”

So Long (Warning Sad)

My world spinning
The air is thinning
I gasp with no relief
Where peace has gone
I have not heard
Life's race is more then I can take

My cathedral crumbling
My god let me down
Religion has lost its touch
My life now bears a frown
My rosary said for no one
When pain comes and
Joy ends
Struggling just breathe in

Rivers edge ............ edit

Here at the waters edge.
Where forest limbs reach for me
There betwixt this greenery
And yon further bank
Within a quietened flow of life.

I hear my own hearts pulse
in sync with the rivers flow
hope you too are trying to see through
the pitch darkness
a light within me
that shines
my love only for ye

day in day out
be it summer
autumn or winter
through the snows of December
I still hear my faint heart’s
hope in murmur
you are somewhere there
waiting for me.

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