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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.

 

A short poem

Falling off a cloud
Rolling into space
The moon

3.2.1

how is it that my life has come to this.
I taste the nickel plated iron gripped tightly in my fist.
my irritated eyes drain the sorrows from inside.
I've ran so far and now there's nowhere left to hide.
I fool myself by saying it will all be just fine.
a couple more painkillers down to help me ese my mind.
one bullet in a chamber made for six.
I spun it quick, flipped my wrist and made the hamer click.
I say a prayer and believe he will understand.
if I decide to take my life its all just part of the plan.

brazened truth

brazened truth

dream not of me
dream not of me
in the evening of darkness
as I step into the forest of unknown shadows
as I step inside
don’t follow me
ere the shadows envelop thee

Let You Go

I was sweet when you came to stay,
But I clenched my fist when I gave you away.
I saw you break and burn and rust,
But it was clear that you broke my trust.

Why are we both so mean?
Why can’t we just come clean
And mend the past to score the present,
With happiness, then our anger relent.

“I love you, I love you!” we once had said,
When all was fine before fear and dread.
Then when I realized nothing was true,
I closed my eyes and away you flew.

anima damnata

somnia perdita

taken

curl back the edge
mandlebrot glean

waiting on the echo
seen
the windscape honour

the well of souls

Experimenting Seasons

When Summer's sun
rises in my eyes,
when Fall brushes
up my thoughts,
when Winter
washes the tears
I've often disguised,
just then my
heart is ready
in Spring to bloom.

A Discourse by Two Mortal Enemies Whose Wish Is Peace

I surrender my Faith to your protection...

Your Faith is as an honored guest in my home...

Scribe

submerged within the listless reverie
a time stamped tear

empty café
espresso dried porcelain
in the gloaming

unfinished pledges
woven garlands
lay limp

sculptures of
gritty plaster
empty easels

unharvested gallery
Renaissance plucked

the reins of fate
only teased

sincere be my thanks

Thank you so much so to say

despite your busy schedule
you do find some time
to come my way …
how then from Neopoet
I can stay away
when many think of me
as you do …

some if not many
say words so few
as much as keep on going bard
work at poetry very hard

someone also asked me to join
a workshop to my mind refine

the best one of them all
loves to chastise
does make a final call
you know who that one could be
that only one after all...

Spendthrift....

Spendthrift….

I spend to live,
I dare not give
Stands to reason
this, a kind of treason.

Treason I say straight from my heart,
this is a betrayal to all of mankind.
When did our selfish world then start,
when did I opt out, become hard to find

Captain’s of industry or
just plain greedy men.
Hidden inside their words,
they eat enough for ten.

I care not for life’s motley crew,
a charity in which I never participate
Those who find selfish hard to do,
don’t deserve the right to celebrate.

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