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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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o my not again

Blonde waitress

now you challenge me
Blonde waitress

a solo guy watches
all come and go

which one will come
then not go
awaiting some one
who has failed to come...

get up sailor
your time has come
God has sent you a free gift
go the
Blonde one
now lift
and
be this the aim of your life
do justice
as you may wish

sailor now you ought to be happy
the night is still young
a new story
has now sprung

CONTROVERSY

We interact and find a track that leads to sheer digression,
grounds for misunderstandings that lead to sad aggression.
why do we do these things, when we know not all is clear,
we explode with our controversies, and hide behind our fear.

When all along it isn't really what at first was meant,
a sudden thrown out snide remark can make us soon relent,
we jump with our reactions far too fast,
and break up our good friendships made to last.

perennial dreams

the sun sets

in your eyes' ravine

of laden stone

where love used

to river through

the lusty green

and painting brown

now tepidly

resting to suit

the gustier mood

caught in

time's tide

of jaded memories

drowning in

the streams

of our perennial

dreams

tempered in the rage

There are no gentle movements
into a calm goodnight

there is a rage
of intemperance
in the stupidity
of attempting to mark,
as to be in memory

there is no remembrance

as one I arrived bare
maggots my butlers,
devouring each and every
shedding,
eventually
being their main
course

a life in circles moves

a thousand years
shall pass in the spinifex,
the dust shall blow
across the page
of my existence

scratching out all
I ever was

walk the talk

when I walk at night

people stare and glare catches my eyes,
it's no surprise
they put me wise
where in the middle of the night
I walk alone
then allege rape
they attempt

place yourself in their hungry position
awaiting a bait all day and night
they love to fish in day
as well as night
but tis easier to catch fish
whenever one does wish…

the walk at night alone
scares me no more
the night is no more virgin
than the one who wants to give in,

Wonton Disregard

Tasseled red lacquered chandeliers
Delicate muraled rice wallpaper
With quotes from Li Po
soft oriental carpets
Black minimalist chairs and tables
Subtly discordant Zhong-Hu melody
Steaming Lo Mein

Overstuffed nose ringed
Bleached blonde waitress
Stainless steel utensils

pro re nata

swollen days
brusque with a tear
the dampness
stilled

the ice hungry
for the lick of wind
the tip of midnights
surmise rushing

cold fronts
and slush
pressed fonts
ticket reciept
mandalas
swirling in the
slow swallow
by the grate
gaurdians

dream mistresses
in vague dresses
and delusional
tresses

the stars are sleeping
where is this
notion
pacing

raindrops startle
fingersmeared
cigarette case

Peace

I will hold on to my peace
When everything is falling apart
All my happiness has ceased
And I am hurting in my heart

I will keep my peace strong
At times when alone I am facing trials
When everyone has turned and gone
My peace will be my survival

I will let my peace guide me
In the chaos of a decaying society
Stripped of being truly free
Dictated to by economics bounty

in for repairs

Pillowed Dreams

while some
are ambitious
with dreams
to achieve,
I have mine pillowed
though I often could
hear them murmuring

"believe"

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