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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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Did

His

Eyes see

Earless Art

Painting sunflowers.

Bright colours sunshine seeking blooms.

There he missed the spiral galaxy hidden within?

A lover caught in the vortex of seeking relief, not seeing the inner beauty.

Painting even the plucked blooms then left them to rot away somewhere, showing the missed spiral of the universe even to his soon dead eyes.

Hazinashunz

glitter gnash
a gullotine smile
slash

depths swirl
in flashback knell
cotton candy coloured
pulse waves

like a vein charged
arterial spur

drawn back
the ghost
veil

the wishing hall
the bitter mirror

throw on the crumpled
persona crouched
in the door chair

ring in a fresh packet
of ideals
on jangled
urges

the run dipped
in its
glaze

like silverfish moon
on flourscent fire

Pain and suffering

Lord Buddha had said
pain and suffering are inevitable
seek pain
suffering prolongs

to reduce suffering
one must reduce pain
and suffering would also be gone
so don't hang on

pay heed to the philosophy
of the learned one
he left home all of a sudden
in order to live
in the hearts of mankind
for all times to come
for ever

IMPASSE

IMPASSE

There is no love
when moments pass
in loneliness.
There is no joy
in only seconds
spent together
There is darkness
when your heart sinks
with each “Good-bye.”

In Awe

The pallid moon rises,
murmuring among the reeds,
skipping on the water,
like a million silver beads.

A solitary loon calls
haunting the starry bright sky,
saturating the air
with the sound of its ghostly cry.

Soft wings glide no hurry,
across the vast inland seas,
sailing on a whisper,
lifted by the sent of a breeze.

A thunderstorm echoes,
shimmering jagged edged light,
flooding the horizon
while wolves howl to the night.

The Rising

Thoughts.
Infinite whispers, in the timelessness
The soul stilled in the silence
The sands pour no more.
Past and future have faded,
Only the serenity of The Void.

...

My heart pounds, undulating the dark
The firmament stills,
for a moment.

Breath held for an eternity
breaks the slumber
The Earth shivering at the ancient expiration
Wraiths wail at the swelling tempest
Whispers of the awakening thunder the air

Cortege

Lines slide thin
What is needed
What is wanted
Honoured

the avowal
warrants latitude
larceny excused

the steamed sheets
hot breath showers
raging insults
forgiving twilight whisperers
sanctuary

demons sheltered
small rests
decisions unrequited

soft pillow forgetfulness
morning tills a new furrow

curled hair, pleasant familiar scent

war kissed fevers
forgiven

small lives
become heroic

Sniffing...

Feeling out each other
limits and rituals
Give me this...
I'll give you that
until you are so full

Orbiting ellipsis
thoughts are tossed aside
Never to be spoken
voiced...
That way, there are no lies

Not close, but yet not far
distant and then near
Visions planted, nurtured
grown only...
for your ear

We are just who we are
but still...
You ready to believe?
Keep on talking buddy...
and I really will

Dungeon

Dark is the dungeon
where I dwell
my life has become a living hell

Night descends but for all I know
there could be daylight
or a candles glow

The fires of hell may be burning bright
but this I cannot see
the bread crumb trail I followed
ended inside of me

Witches on broomstick
are for fairy tale and light
other entities fill my night
leaving me pallid with fright

Happiness well, well

it takes a life time to know
to learn all about happiness
also
how to remain so

most of us run
from pillar to post
to find out what happiness means
no one searches one’s inners
to realize that’s where happiness lies,
in between mind and me

my desires and wants
my lust and sex...
all we need to do
is just to be happy
that’s what I mean to be,
do you really know
what happiness means
to ye….

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