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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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Moonlit Love

Hiding in the shadows
creeping through the dark,
meeting in the moonlight
far away from human's mark.

The world further opposed
heartless towards our love.
The forest, a silent promise,
a closet, for emotions inside.

The wind mirrors each kiss.
As each chill embraces our skin,
the fever ignites within.

Moonlit glances of love,
lips soft to each touch.
Night guides love-ridden hands
she understands.

Sweet Sandy

Oh, nice to meet you
Sweet Sandy
Heard you would be passing through

More like running, if you ask me
Quite rude of you
To take my electricity

By the way why do they call you sweet
It must be fear
You really must tire your feet

you leave trouble every town you’re in
my poor trees got nauseous
said it felt like the room is about to spin

By the way how’s it like causing disaster
Believe me you don’t need to run
When it comes to speed you are a master

EDDYS, POOLS AND OLD FOOLS

What if every now and then
within the stream of time
a temporary eddy formed
and a few temporal gallons
flowed back?

But for just a very few
people and/or years
what if one of them were me
or....you
what could I do?

I guess I could warn Kennedy(s)
John Lennon, maybe King
But why would they listen to ME
a single ordinary man?

Maybe I could find my younger self
in nineteen seventy three
and even prove that I am he
perhaps the young I would heed me

King is born

King is born

the glass filleth with love

and

hope as a new one is born
a replica to remind us
of lost ones,
as their memory returns…

that you have taken the initiative
to bless the couple
so let the world also know,

the rich life that lies ahead

and

the burden that also will lie
on this new born’s head

and

as he awaits his turn
he surely will leave a legacy in return

to seed more happiness and love
for those who will
later on lead the world….

A Moment of Clarity From A Pissed Off Parent

We thought court racism was done
the judicial battles all hard won
til hatred took another son
and we found justice suddenly gone.

For we discovered when a killer
stalks and scares and shoots a youngster
all he needs is just one juror
To sell his self-defense to as a cover

So now I tell my teen-aged son
that when he steps out on his own
he must make sure that he's alone
and not the target of a gun
aimed by some murdering racist scum.

d e s h a b i a l l e

yankee hotel foxtrot

rain sizzles like a hot wind on spurned
skin

the vision taps gleam
hotly in the flicker of light
the crash falling
in through the dark black waves
of sleep

bright as a wing
full of sunset

A violet does not shrink

a violet
does not shrink from the foot
that stepped on it
only its scent remains paraphrased...

i.

in my dream,
I called out your name
but you were sleeping

I was being chased by an unknown
assailant and then the dream
ended

perhaps love
is frightened to death

ii.

no matter how many times

I write fuck me fuck me fuck me,
I want it bad.  hard.  pulsating inside
me,
it ain't the real thing, never is.

If you so don't desire

If you so don't desire
let me not in your veins
ignite a blazing fire
alas it's your domain
a kind suggestive poet
I shall always remain

but permit you to cross my lane
to say what the hell
where do you live
go clean up while time there is still

but then add
on yeah I leave it to your will
you only compose poetry
to your useless
not invaluable time
to kill
so do as you will….

Whispers of a Darker Lovliness

Irony is her cursor
in a field with little yield,
as jungled laws prove their tenacity has merit.

Nonetheless, Fate, skillfully attributes Life
with a magically different set of circumstancess,
one that whispers of a darker loveliness.

And so, as with the heart of any Mother
she finds favor in the serendipitous manner,
that Life's winds highlights her exotic beauty.

Ravenel

Born into magick royalty
the one sent by the Goddess
who would set them free.

From conception forward
his destiny defined.
But in a dream
to his mother
the oracle, Riobhlinn, prophesised.
Written in blood
was Ravenel’s early demise.

With dark forces
landing on the shore,
the Queen made
a painful choice
to let her baby go.

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