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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.

 

fuckin bitchy

I can visualize you
as a serpent
entwined
with another one
chaste at first
then roar like a lion

You emerge the strongest
of lovely men
robust
humorous
cantankerous

and
then like a rolling discus
the ones you twine with
will you curse…
when in them
you finally disburse…

the perilous
of all humanly wine
then once you un- entwine
you will find another
snaky one in line

till then lover poet
remain like wine
in a position you entwine...

Acetate

ACETATE

squinting through lens
upon an epoch in time
the light appears darkest
the darkest appears light
I inhale oxides
reversing the negative
yellowed curled edges
refocus distortions
your frame clears

Watch Out

Their fear crept into my soul
I was caught watching your pain
They say I smiled at your demise
Yet I was only picking over your bones.

I did scatter them to the elements
They didn't know you'd asked me
I now cry for their stupidity to end
Can they not let you rest as I do?

Wretched souls caught in their world
We cannot tell them of their peril
Can't they see the evil they are
Dripping hate and greed on fertile soil

Boy Wonder

rumpled jeans outlandish jersey
tussled hair grass stained hi tops
rolled up pant legs
a study in concentration
serious business
the lawnmower whirrrs
a Fisher Price song
in random fashion
over newmown grass
green stained shoes
testimony to his calling
helping dad cut the lawn

think not of me

the hard hits of life
seem so true,
when some one
who is in love with you
only then you do..
how love does ensue
along with you
in reverie we all dwell,
like summers gone blue
in memory we sway
either way...
when love sings songs
of life and dismay,

then we seek the far distance
our eyes closing bleak
Oh horizon
where are you going,
leaving me

p r e m o n i t i o n

notions in the dark
we are lands
capable of breath
hushed in a desparate
hate
this love we tender
the flame sharp
the kisses soft

nape of winter
rushing in its banks
past all the steady
knowns

and the rain is falling
like all our words

There is a sadness personified
rubbing at my core,
that robs me of my harmony

and voids me of true peace
because of the way that others, are.

Therefore, I am grateful for THIS interlude
that awes me with it’s friendship,
and brings into my life, Light.

So, I readily welcome
it’s universal embodiment,

that keeps no task-log,
and knows no earthly bounds.
It has been often said

that a cold-hearted orb rules the shadows of the night,
and that daylight possesses the Universe’s grace;

opaque dreams

O beautiful night

your black wings

extinguish the light

 

cloak me in darkness

paint my face in shade

for I am a shadow to life

 

existing on ash and soot

I am sustained in a void

covered in mother earth

 

my mask of horror is hidden,

but a full moon unveils my face

The Rotting Ballerina

"Shall we dance" you ask me
"You never dance with us".
"I am already dancing, can't you see ?
I 'm a clockwork ballerina
spinning around myself,
I 'm a porcelain doll
rotating around the sun
in my white tutu
I dance
in my pink leotard
I swing
my wedding dress
spins
around the sun,
I age,
with every spin,
I 'm dying
every minute
rotating
every day
rotting
dancing
to the tune of Time
I fade

For Rebecca

The afternoon curves round and over me
and birdsong comes from across the valley
or closer,
the birds harmonising
like Mingus or Charlie Parker;
the improv almost beyond following
and why bother?
there's no need
the birdsong, without trying is part of me
like a cough or a memory

of you my love.
I can't remember your voice or barely,
only your face on a video reminds me
of who you were, how we loved

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