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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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Chat Room Open Tonight !!

Our Featured Poem Tonight is ..... Edgar Allan Poe

Hope To See Everyone There !!!

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THAT SMILE

That smile
that penetrates the senses,
inflames the mind,
is seen behind the face, in mirrored thoughts,
a mirage in the sky or on the lake,
within the sound
of a singing bird,
it's message is of joy,
of sheer abandon,
when all the trappings of the chores of day,
repeated like a dirge,
take wings
and catch a cacophony of feelings and sensations,
lying latent in each man,
awakened to the paradise
of freedom of expression,
an impression of a hand upon the sensitive disguise,

RUSTY CHAIRS

The setting moon supplies the light
along the path down to the pond
while in the east the sky turns bright.
Jeans brush against a wet fern's frond.
Tree frogs bid adieu to dying night.

Boots clomping on the old wood dock
quickly silence peepers' song.
The time approaches dawn o'clock.
Fading moonshadows are growing long.
Cattail awaits a breeze on its thin stalk.

The Invisible Man

I pass, like the
Autumn breeze rustling the leaves
Lips brush you your cheek, like
the kiss of the Spring Sun

Unseen
Faint, a moonlit shadow.
Unknown
Dark, an ashened abyss.

Your heartbeat echoes
in the dark of mine
My touch whispers
snaking around your skin

A ghost in your thought
My eyes a glimpse in yours

Lips,
Breath shared
A heart seen...

NGJ 2013/06/24

B o t t l e n e x

slender ruins
and bitter whisps
beneath the wind whipped
ghosts

the pure folded heart
of magic
lays sleeping
as a heart

tender beat
to forgotten
sparks

DISTANT DRUMS

DISTANT DRUMS

Still is the air I breathe
distant the sounds I hear
silent the whispers of memory.
Nothing left for me
to hold onto.

The day is sharp and cutting
the night the womb that holds me
sleep a momentary release
from the pain that binds me

I languish in this desert of one
and I run
to a time no longer.
like water
spilling through my fingers

What the hell, let's jive and chase the blues away.:
Leap Frog by Les Brown & Orchestra on 1945 Columbia 78 ...

► 2:43► 2:43

Braking Bad...

Tablets for pain
side dish of vitamins
Washed down with decaf

Rice Krispies upon arising
The furnace isn’t working well
the exhaust is blocked with waste

Near drowning with water
suffocated with medicinal fumes
lassitude rides toward the setting sun

Feeding time, feeling better
Crazy scenarios in little red tubes
Head full of jelly beans dispensed by T.V.

Asleep at the wheel
no one is driving at all
Hands not steering, head in the lap

THREE MORNING SONGS

Green trees 
black industry
morning mist
 
dank odours 
clank of locomotive
painted metal surfaces
gloom
 
in dawns sweet
sour dance
flung seagulls 
weeds in a heap
lawns bristling with daisies
 
weeping willows 
grey against the floating dead brown leaves
deep sleep 
breathes clouds

two socks on a chair
a comb on the floor
some red hair
in its teeth

twang of cycle spokes
wheels of day
sounds travelling 
far into space

the neighborhood--update

THE NEIGHBORHOOD

I walked down the corridor
at seven this morn
I quietly knocked at your door.
turned away
”Too early''
you say.
Smell of coffee
freshly brewed
not too early for you.

I don't fit in this place
there is no connection
with one into two
I am the third face
looking through a window pane
never a part of anything
it''s time to find my own,
I need to go back home..

Make it Brief ( final re-write of relativity workshop)

He portrays,
demonstrates,
and illustrates,
in mother nature
what you need
to naturally
imitate,

then you live
in love
and peace.

God

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