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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)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

The Ferry Arrives

The ferry arrives in the deep green water valley
where we wait rocking on the wharf,
brooding bush behind us
and the bird calls intermittent now
and less urgent.

The engines churn into overload, reversing
and the slave ship rattle
of the deck hand's throw and slide
seems almost mythic.

The quiet commuters,
patient as fishermen
and the young girls in their shorts
laugh into the white wash
and share secrets

Old News

I love you both
oh so dearly,
but what about me?
You left me leery.

I just wanted to be on top.
Center stage for just one play.
Then you came, took that away.

Whats it like,
to take control?
To be the star,
be lead role.

My chance is close,
but you're so near.
Now my biggest fear,
is knowing you're in their ear.

All I need,
is the triple threat.
A little success,
not these regrets.

human trees

Did you ever realize
trees have a life
no soul
human beings
as much as trees produce seeds
and as they seed fresher ones
we to newer generations

after the weeds in the sea
we were like fixated trees
quite some billions of years thence
we did to travel commence
on all fours
do you know or want to know more
we all were trees once before.

REQUESTS

Let each faltering step I take
alight upon the deep green moss
beside a remote stream or lake
beneath treetops which stir not toss.

May I inhale a light cool breeze
perfumed with ripe wild muscadines
upon the ground beneath tall trees
fresh fallen from their autumn vines.

And might the sounds which reach my ears
be absent of the noise of men.
I'd hear, rather, what a crane hears
as it lands within a tiny fen.

JOURNEY=updated

JOURNEY

Leaves fall golden crimson red
on a cold autumn ground
and taken by the wind
twirling round
they dance their dance
of the dead
like souls heaven bound
in communion

Les feuilles couleur dór
cramoisie
sur une terre froide d'automne
tombent
emportées par le vent
en rond
elles dansent
leur danse des morts
comme les àmes
vers les Cieux'
en communion s'enfuient

Mourning News

I hear the whisper

of slippers

 

light streams

down the hallway

the morning ritual

has begun

 

a toilet flushing

water runs

hairdryer hums

a day begins

 

snuggling deeper

finding a pocket

of warmth

I close my eyes

 

the scent of bacon

challenges sleep

the morning news

reaches out to me

 

another death

another stabbing

and the list goes on

and on

 

broken dreams

now lay with me

Karma

I am wasting my time

I am losing my mind.

I threw them all behind,

I have murdered the crime.

I am shaming myself

Laugh it out laugh it out laugh it out

You are shaming me

So I lower my head and beg

And when your judgments speak to my face,

They write ugly letters I can't erase

And when I let myself be heard,

All my words just crash down and burn

Make sure you keep it in your head,

all the dirty words you said

And eat them one by one...

by the time I'm gone

D E L E R I U M P R O M O T I V E

a bitter sluice archs
dark green and full
of gold

a shimmer cascade
falling forever

against the cool
shadow
of a quick dusk
the feel of the winds touch

caressing a dry hungry persistance
stitched with sparks

drench
but never quench
a seam of love
a coveted hate

a favoured scar
that vivid
sings
when passion
full of life
consumes
the restless
animal
desire

dancing in the
shade
in shapes
with want
and fear

standing ovation to Geremia

whenever I read you I stand in advance ovation

such words none can emit
the light of day
as yours do permit
me to quote them
will you

upon the hearts and souls of moving time…. your poetry will always rhyme …well above the lightning clouds… ere one hears thunder…. they all will say Geremia
yes, was a wonder

that's why I wanted you to return
so many like me can midnight oil burn
to read your immortal poetry
in their own turn

Crazyquilt

Dark clouds roll
as thunder announces
your presence.
Lightening flashes
gracing their edges.

Prepared for battle
I stand in suit of armor
even though your war
is not with me.

Spin your web
of half-truths
and bold face lies
it will only contribute
to our demise.

Build yourself
upon my faults
to make yourself
look better
in other's eyes.

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