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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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p r e m o n o s h u n z

hours of day
held beneath
sweet nail

the sterling
scars
on hoops
knuckle nicotine
stains

fingerprinted
zips

tailored scheme
club smudge
ink
from satin linnings

tired calves
on long legged
gazelle shuffles

shadowlands
in nightfall
sitting rooms

a voice crawling
beneath
the velvet entrophy
of intricate ink

trophy
glimmers
in shower states
and demarcations

lean meanders
of sanity

Roundworms Tables and Clowns

Roundworms Tables and Clowns

They don their crowns as
they sit at the round table,
talking about war, well
those who are able.

They don’t see war as
life or death, but more
of a means to an end.
They’ll not be the ones
taking a final breath, to
busy counting the cost
of every bullet or missile
they send.

Oh they won’t pay for the
artillery, men or bullets that’s
used, they’re simple silly men
who never answer for whatever
they’ve abused.

On a fault-finding misadvernture

If poems don't
resurrect the orphan
red-headed parts of us,
gateways to
what we never knew.
If poems do not
dig up past lovers we
never fucked well or enough
from
love's bone yard.
If poems don't rage and then
settle peacefully like doves on
every line, I can't tell you if it's
your fault or mine.

Mess of disgrace

Life claims to remain the same
insane, untrue
Who knew the subtle clues
left behind for us to find
combined
with the lies that are already tried,
we would still survive?

Through the mess of disgrace
laid at our feet we,
of course
want to weep keeping a seat
on the throne of our despair will open
our eyes to
trivialized appearances
minimalized perseverance of
moral kindness taken for granted
oral blindness leaving us frantic

Mermaid

glittering
the tail dreams
sated with salt
the bitter sea
taste
from scales
to gooseflesh
damp permeations
like a wave froth
captured in the dimples
and resting on the
upper lip
submerged and risen

depth promise
swells
damp valley
runs
alive in sunlight
sequined

EVEN AS TIME HAS PASSED

Who says this love, our love
Shall fade into the mists of time?
I lay my heart like a rainbow field before your feet
Walk with me into time
Into time beyond time

For even as the ages pass
Ours shall always be melodies
Like the sweet songs nestling in the olives,
- the honeyed tunes amid the hollies

Lie beside me in this grove,
Oh gentle love
Whisper to me
Fill the void in my soul
And calm the shrills amid the cold

ROCK THE CRADLE

ROCK THE CRADLE

Circles without end
years of angry words
days of silence
that took your love away
a will that would not bend
breaking childhood dreams
streams of your tears
that in time were mine
and the shame that I grew
to do the same to you,

BUZZ

BUZZ

Buzzards flying all around
heavy motion in the sky
wings hung low and sharp eye.
I keep two feet on the ground
sit but won't lie down..

D R I Z Z L E

binary sequential
this glide of seconds
in a slow blink

chorus
of shadows
behind the screen

the dark satin worlds
thoughtlands
bending like a head wind
in dune grasses
and naked dark seas
dancing with the froth of
clouds misted
and cool

perforations
of light
penetrating
soft as a touch

tender remonstrances
stipple
edged

dancing in the sprinkler
puddles
an upside down day
bejewelled
like a fallen crown

Happenstance

Happenstance

The snow queen’s tears start freezing on alabaster cheeks
as the jester slices off his face
maids and minions of the court rush to lick the blood
and time bends inward leaving empty space

nothing is as nothing was, and nothing will become
the essence of itself and nothing more
fantasy is blasphemy, acceptance never real,
reality itself is but a whore

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