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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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Talk (a song)

Just one shot, one more shot
and I'll go down
Just one shot, one more shot
and it will make my day

But you wouldn't give the
reason for this
You want to save what's last or what's less
and you wouldn't tell me
the cause of this mess
It wont preserve the...
remaining goodness...

Please light more cigarettes
I need to smoke
Don't be greedy
Don't be greedy

Humans Undone

God, hear my plea
I am lost in the dark
Broken and afraid
In this path, I see
People so much like me:
Strangers hungry since birth,
Innocence begging for pity,
Women dressed in riches,
Faces smudged in tears,
Beauties smiling like witches,
Downtrodden bowing so lowly,
And fools seeking immortality.
There are the homeless,
Genuine hearts looking straight,
Asking for a penny
To live through the day
Unwanted wanting to be wanted,
Dolls dreaming to be free,

The Never Looking Glass

Serendipity winked at me today
and allowed to me, your song;

familiar was your melody
so I yearned to sing along.

Then I saw with mine own eyes
what danced in mine own head,

I saw the way you looked at me,
so I looked away, instead.

I could not have apologized
for wearing on my sleeve,

what you so quickly mesmerized,
and I could not retrieve.

Then I passed a looking glass
and glimpsed a vision, cursed;

I tried to gain composure
but your reflection went by first.

Random Thoughts

In this little box of room,

I open up deep thoughts

Roaming, roaming

Moving

In this little box of room

The clock speaks louder

Ticking, ticking

Screaming

And so this soul will predict its doom

It will lie where no flowers shall ever bloom

Ears will turn deaf and the mouth mute

Death be the general whom I give my salute

In this corner,

The lips turn white

Laughing, laughing

Shivering

In this corner,

The body falls asleep

Dreaming, dreaming,

Hoping

Visitant

Hushed night air
gentle breezes
caressing open curtains
dance across my face.

Through the walls
and window sills
silently they creep
careful not to disturb
my sleep.

The creaking of the door
footsteps in the hall
Tell me I'm not alone
voiceless, I wait.

Shadow figures
outlined in moonlight
converse with themselves
colloquialims I can't understand.

Mischievous creatures
rummaging cabinets.
Perhaps looking
for a midnight snack.

Oh! divine prayers

they bought a fish
I said she will die,
yes they say we all have to...
but the single one
was left alone in isolation
did it have to moan
so the fish swam all alone
none to talk to
none to collide
none to chase
nor be chased far and wide

she went all about
in search of solace
till divinity welcomed her
to her royal palace

On the broken street,
where even passing cars cannot
erase the growing weeds
slowly widening asphalt cracks
before the gap-toothed leer
of empty storefronts
everything is grey,
thick dust of old abandonment
hanging acrid in the air,
rusted sewer drains
choked with hardened mud
split like gaping idiot grins

Derision

the cool tablet square
of grey skies
the red ferocity
spaced in its heirarchy

a mower drones lost
beneath the shade of summers
shadow underline

black crows shiny
as a fragment of nite
sit silent

an illusion of shape
on limbs empty

nights flare distilled
through the entropy

like roman numeral
ghosts
on book spines

bleached sheets
and well spring
baths

while a moon hunts
for the companion
gleam
of planetary host

Through my Father's eyes

In my father's eyes I was someone
special, treasured, his princess
he expected from me just me
no more, no less

Before my father's eyes I grew
from small baby girl
to young woman
so fast the wind of time blew

Through my father's eyes
I could literally fly
do anything I set my mind to
even set the world alight

by my fathers eyes
I was never judged
accepted for who I am
though now jaded years later

Poem: For Upon My Head, Nothing Gold Can Stay

Standing at the threshold
of Death’s ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me…
As I’ve never experienced before.

Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.

Standing in God’s throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.

Now gathered unto my Savior,
unencumbered reality is more than it seems;
for to be in His Presence
is my accomplished dream.

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