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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)

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I can't change & you won't accept.

Who am I?
Do you know?
I stopped being her,
a long time ago.

I am a lie.
A disgrace if you knew.
I have to stay silent,
keep my love from you.

I chose wrong,
I can just change.
It's a phase in the end,
a high school play.

But, It's not and I can't stop.
How I feel has nothing to do
with what the world brought.
Religion can't fix me, this isn't taught.

gusts

the throat circle
chokes
misconceptions form
strangled illusions
memories deformed

smoke lights a
cavalier kiss
slide seamlessly agonists
lips parched

others decry
the theory defunct
notice the difference
current lovers find disgrace

in the curtail of truth
soothing them
offers them sweet delusion

the filter eyes repeal
truth helpless descends

Tomorrow

we knew not of our arrival
how can we know our departure
I have completed all my assignments
and
they say can't apply euthanasia
I have no more responsibility towards any one
no favors to return
but shall do nothing wrong
till my natural turn

who on this earth can ever know
when the final whistle shall blow
and
when you are gone
none will know
the candle flame on the stand
will continue to flicker and glow,
till someone comes
and
off it does one blow

Raven's Rhapsody

Said Raven to the Wolf
as he passed under
the old Acacia tree.
Did you think
you could escape me?

Wolf looked up
through blood stained eyes
gnashed his teeth and growled.
Foolish bird
tell me what it is
you think you know.

Raven grinned
and continued his rant.
I am the mirrored reflection
of your tortured soul.
I am what you wish you were
but can never be.

There is a monster in my house and I am helpless

Motley, furry,
sprawled across my bed.
Ten black eyes rise up
and stare inside my head.
Eighty razor claws,
five gaping jaws.
A heat seeking,
flesh eating
monster of chaos?
Yes,
kittens.

Unimaginable Suffering

Unimaginable suffering
Felt by the crew and passengers
Of Boeing 777....

So much trauma, tragedy
Planes falling from the sky
Bombs bursting everywhere ....

Tears on faces
Blushing tracks still mourning
Fatality of loved ones ....

Terrorism, tragic events,
Natural disasters
Takes a toll on individuals ..,.

Living in these last days
Critical, hard to deal with
2 Timothy 3:1-4 ....

ALL’S WELL THAT ORSON WELLES

Out of the midwest he came, like a moth to the flame,
And like rains on the plain, his Citizen Kane,
Flushed the old down the drain, starting a new strain,
Etching his name in Hollywood’s fame.
And they adored him; they’d reward him,
But often times bored him
When setting their sails on rickety rails,
Or casting spells, or spinning tales
Of all’s well that Orson Welles.

Lost memories

I sincerely want
to remember you,

but every time I try,
I get only void,

then all my memories
are left
frameless.

e c c e n t r o c i t i e s

pennys fallen through the floor
like ghosts that slip like whispers
through the doors

storms of soot beneath
thoughts that climb
and linger

the score
keeps
unwinding

the stair case
minding
shadows
and sharp
eccentric gleams

like electric loans
flourescent scenes
rust and ashs
in a tray

your voice still
echoes
and off the history
of parting stays

a lullabye
of sobs come
nightfall

Alouette

Bonne nuit ma petite alouette.
Tu me manques.
Lorsque la lune est morte
Tu voleras encore.

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