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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.

 

some distant drums did beat

distant drums did beat
that lonely night
when I was all alone
sleeping in the veiled forest
life seemed to drudge along
there was none to hear my song
in the far distant time at night
I heard drums on my transistor
some folks were like me
in a far off jungle merrying
they must have been lonely too
but they were enjoying
as much as I wished to

COUPLE

Look at that old couple there
slowly strolling their own way
him with hardly any hair,
while hers has become streaked with gray
as younger crowds swirl all around

And while they walk their private path
they smile and recall days gone by
sometimes sharing a soft laugh
quickly absorbed by blue sky
as if there'd never been a sound

The Black Dog

The black dog

caught up with me

 

darting from shadow

to shade, I see the

bloodshot eyes

of a rabid hell

 

he stalks with ears laid back

slowly baring white fangs

my legs turn to jelly

the end may be here

 

In silence I give in

walking into the mist

with the smell of death

permeating everything 

 

there is no running now

no escape from his hell

I am bound to watch

as he rips at my entrails

 

my last breath is ready

Night Creature,(Part One)

The darkened moon was somewhere
I could feel it on my skin
Like a cold embracing tomb-shroud
As the stain of age-old sin

I roamed this ancient city
Only shadows did I meet
In the ramparts,on the rooftops
Twisted shadows in the street

China Doll

China Doll
With eyes of glass
Cry invisible tears
Each time you pass

Molded lips
painted red
Silent words
Never said

Carelessly tossed
With all the scraps
One of life's cruel mishaps

Broken limbs
Tiny pieces
Glued haphazardly
Alone she sits
In her misery

hunter

gaunt thirst
tethered against a tight leash
scope focused
upon the cull

slender thigh
silk covered
backlit sun
beneath the underbrush

soft rainfall upon parched lips
reason smears
wet upon the trigger

locked unloaded
instincts bewail
the execution

deep tracks
history muddles the clean trail
excrement offerings
sign the pursuit

history of knowledge
experience honed
he bends to kiss the trail

reverence sharpened
indecision cautioned

hunter hunted

S t a t i c u s

she falls
backboned and heel bare
struck
alive with light

television blare

her blonde perfect head
the angel mouth

there are wildfires of
storms ringing through
a fresh mind

lightning in her arms
tightening her spine
the thunder realms

vibratto

gran mals her gram
says
her ovid pupil
relfecting the worried
smile
of the youthful inflection

..

SLUMBER

Slumber, 
that happening at night,
take hold the sheets, 
pull over me,
capture my dreams, 
breathe my breath 
in gentle streams of heart beats. 

The witching hour is nigh,
no stars, 
no flares of light,
opaque the purple sky,
as if the dawn were swallowed up for good,
would never show its face again,
becoming black oblivion. 

As I, one human being being, 
soon shall die. 

Ragnarök

I sit atop the Frozen Throne
The Light of the World grows dim.
As foretold on the primeval stone
The dark crept in, with barely a whim.

The frosted air dances at my feet
My ambitions burn
welding me to the Throne
The Earth murmurs
crumbling as I stare at the unending night

I hear the World's last beat
The skies churn
breathing a thunderous moan
Souls tremor
searing in brimstone, no end in sight

seamed

room and stockings
traffic lights cast judgement
through
greasy panes
as they dance
silhouettes of indifference

unknown breath
expensive strokes
upon cold skin

time spins slowly
as the hungry belly awaits
coup de grace

puny life
looted

rations scraps
the feast
of burlesque nights
swathed in deaden sweat

unwashable repent
upon tarnished opulence

thoughts swim
as body awaits its fee
cast upon the table

I bow to thee

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