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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.

 

dub

we wasted false idols
bathing in the turn basins
a summer sky flamed
voltile

crawling through weeds
the summer shone
in your rich irises
the night burned
in the bright pupil mystery

the dead apostles we scrawled
on our mounts
war horses
scratched

like us
enriched with scars
believers of the great pain

I'd Damn Your God

I’d Damn You God

They try to break us
using a people who are lost,
never seeing what is given
as labour, only counting cost.

Their ivory and silver tower
a testimony to greed, money
rationed out like it lives,
ignoring what people need.

Imported beggars nod off each morning,
I hear soft rumblings, is it a warning.
Will it be heard by those who drain
our power, will I see the end the final
hour.

too many poets

hardly any readers
this site is going slow,
so many lie low
many don't know
where else to go

so in the embers
of a dying fire
we all want to search a glow
perhaps that was a
glow worm
no show…

CAUTERIZE

GARTERS RED
SILKEN
ONCE CARESSED
LAY LIMP
FROST COVERED

WHITE SKIN PEARLS
LANGOUR
VISIONLESS

WOUNDS BREATH
A VAPOR

SIPHONED

GALLOWS STEP
HOODED LIFE
STRETCHES THE ROPE TAUGHT
SEALED

ISLANDS

ISLANDS

Somewhere in space and time
I lost a life that was mine.
all things seem strange to me
suddenly
I don't fit any longer
in a world
of cozy corners.

My days are understated
and the silence sinks deep
into isolation

I feel the edge of glass
cutting words
indifference
cold and sharp
rip and tear
into my heart.

You're the breath,
the scent I inhale
with air to give me
a life after death.

I live you.

You're the warmth
the blue that shows
through overcast,
and the eyes
of the heart.

I live you.

Let our hearts
escape to reach
where nothing
would breach
and preach
but love.

I live you.

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The original by Mark

I live you…

HAVING FINAL SAY

Oh! to have that final word !
for that entire nations gird
and go to war
how absurd

And you and I as well as him
so wish to have it over them
that final word, whatever for
truth and rightness become blurred

And diplomats and treaties too
seek it ever and anew
sifting rubble and the char
resulting from that final word

Will you give up child and wife
drive them and friends out of your life
'till all have been expelled afar
'cause you Must have that drunkard's word?

Canto Eleven ~ The boy returns to the battlefield in search of the young mother’s corpse.
He seeks the scent of the rose that had permeated the place where she had died and comes aided by a magical spell the witch has shown him. It will warn of spirits that linger near. Specifically hers, but also the few others remaining that could possibly interfere. The prospect excites him, for the spell allows him to feel as well as see the souls of the recent dead. Long terrified of his own emotions, he revels in the bliss and agony of others.

o..p..a..l..i..n..e..

Night staggers
the ruin of shells beneath her
steps

the blood of stars
from her goblet

a forest full of hunger
wet from a stream
drawn like a string

a bow of season
damp

Intentional Scars

Jagged blade
Smooth skin
A blank canvas
Pallet of pain

One cut
Makes her nauseas
But gives a little relief
Two cuts
The second larger than the first
Bares her empty soul

Third cut
In just the right spot
Lets the hurt pour out
Internal torment
Finally set free

The dizzyness is overwhelming
As numbness takes over
For the first time
She feels nothing
Transparent as a Ghost

For the first time
The heartache can't get in

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