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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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Night Snow

Silently it falls,
And sometimes roars
On sweeping nights
When air is knives
And cold a living thing
But quietly now it falls
On sleeping prairies
Sacred in long slumber,
Remnants of a younger world
Where cynicism soon
Remembers emptiness
Of open treeless plain
And softness touches
Upturned face with wonder
As a gentle hiss of falling
Makes voiceless piled drifts
Made blue in shadow and silver
Rise up to kiss
The climbing freeze of pale moon

Au dessus

Au dessus

the grains scratch the incorrect way
the capillaries burst and now it gives sway
blood congealed with thick human pain
a skyline filled with red and black rain

a Marianas trench of wounds
an Everest of angry swoons
a little sign of darkness falls
to torch the writing on the walls

we force it onto each other's soul
the final purity's burning coal

goes

out

M o t o r o l a

vibratto static
windsheild thump
crushed filter tip
beneath her pump

a night of falling glass
crashing like stars
the shattered stash

fed fire nocturna
blazing in coal
rouge
smear

drip sighs
stretched
beneath
damp denim
saphire

she drinks
volumes
saturated
while the gleaming
blur
rushs past
exasparated

vinyl and river
deep
zipper claws
running
seams
like disturbed
and broken
dreams

A Gentleman's Muse...

A Gentleman's Muse....

Feeble men we are that stand idly by,
while children suffer on our docile watch.
Don’t we care when we hear them cry?
as the soldier’s gun earns another notch.

Oil they say is it more important than a life,
won’t be that when it runs out and their cold.
I also need it’s money to keep my lovely wife,
clothes, jewellery, all investments, so I’m told?

My vision

I learned this
deprivation is the sperm
of sexualist poetry
and
to add some spice to the taste of finality
mix a woman's X chromosome
to give a tail either in front or rear
take it as thou wish

Shakespeare’s and bards like me
are not anointed every moment
ask the creators here

and

denigrators for their vision

Epicurial poetry I shan't adhere
let me be free and lonely
my poets dear

Frosted Southern Belles

Her newly shorn
platinum tresses
revealing a neck forlorn
of kisses un-broached
funny how exposed
and virginal
it suddenly appears
to her beloved

The sweet nectar
beading like
latent weepings
on meringue
in contrast
remind him of Southern Belles
frosted from demure talcum
dustings

Half-formed dredged memory
fires his tongue
onto his dessert...

E m o g e n e

dell chorus
the silent boiler
and the blind mirror
sipping echos with the faulted tap

dark circe night
I smash the stars out one
by one
beneath the moth dancer light

A freight howls
rattling the bridge domain
the dark coffee waters

beneath the space
we buried
the river runs

wide and staring
voracious with power
like buttons torn
ventured to the seam

couplets and meaning

Romantic holiday

Just returned

It was real fun being on the road
viewing the valleys and hills glide by
we all were so happy
all galls and guys
all were really gay,
no, not the way you all are today
there were friends from all walks of life
gals and guys
some could have been bi’s
one can’t about anyone say today
we had a lovely holiday

went hand in hand
on a ferry
it was like there were
many Toms and Jerry

all were in smiles on top of the world
we had coffee at Tim Horton’s

DAYS

Days like windows, look out on the self same scene,
the tree still stands it's ground, the robin visits his bush;
the sky, though ever changing, stays above.

We live, we love, a pattern like a dial,
the petals of a flower, rhythmical and constant,
stamped out with measured step
that takes us to other places, ending up in the same.

Each day a moment caught in dream,
another in a duty, others go unseen.
If we can see the beauty in each simple moment,
now, life is so rich, we happiness endow.

Here...

Sinuous as any snake
the tendrils of temptation
Sweet frosting on the cake

Having more than you can eat
and saving some for later
Something you can't beat

Fermentation of dreams come true
Wishes almost fulfilled
but not for every man's view

Oh, what wonders I can dream
here in my solitude... my space
The milk above the cream

Safe in the mind, no one can hear
the screams of suffocation
No sound will reach your ear

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