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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.

 

May Queen

The May crown lay torn
imperfect ring
like thorns
on innocent whore heads

Did she think she wouldn't
be found
in thickets of green?

But you knew where
she lay
the girl-woman who
strayed
too close to
your dirty secrets
the bird-watching
hides
morn the spectacle
human horseplay
and carnal cavorting

and so you silenced
her
she'll not gossip
but where will
she sit now
she's making friends
with the worms?

A full-load pack ( a minute poem )

I'm back. I'll pack my pains and ails,
my tears and wails
I'll pack them all,
with aches that bawl.

I'm back with suns, I'm back with moons,
with stars won't swoon.
I'm back with smiles
that last for whiles.

I'm back. No doubts, no cries, or tears
Nor ounce of fears
but trust and care
with much to share.

will, will and will

Will power.....
When one is young
And on burning ice of life,
What is cold what is hot,
Is no challenge,
tis like spice
the guys move with a free will
and don’t care…

then as youth merges with middle tones,
the waist broadens
one’s position heightens …
then one moves around with a heavy gait,
he is now heavy weight
and all that the ailments acclaim
he moves around still with verve and pain,
more with will power than disdain…

B a t h e D r a w n F o r g i v e n S a t e

sheen curve
the beat beast
stirs
the arched spine
rumbling in its
slick movement
vertabrate velocity
beneath moon stroked
suffusion

an almond crest brow
and smudged lash
stirring

sweep fan vernacular
knock down the night
flushing tendril fires
from the russet dreams
the pale ear
and knuckles eased
through slated night
restless in a tropics
seas

Dark Knight

I used to believe that love
Was a white horse with a knight
I used to believe that happiness
Was flowers and rainbows and light
And then I discovered with a brutal blow
Life’s not a fairy tale
And there is no boat to paradise
On which you and I can sail
I was taught to look for sonnets
Chocolates and flowers
But now I’m starting to believe
In a different kind of power
I was pushed headfirst into this world
Where pain and pleasure mix
I fight to heal my bleeding heart
That nothing else can fix

Teacher

Let me see with the eyes of an owl
and hear like an elephant,
fly with the ever soaring eagle
with no voice to scream, that I can’t.

Let me see details with the eyes of a painter
and may I hear with both ears, musical,
can I please be the one to touch passionately
sharing why my heart’s so full.

Let me love with the heart of a mother
may my eyes reflect light from above,
blind me to the differences of another
so that I may truly glimpse love.

Vina del Mar

Vina del Mar

Tanker still out in the bay
like a child’s toy but huge and foreboding.
In the distance Con Con looks like a ruin,
the white villas cascade down like poured garbage.
'Come what may' as a credo?

Swastika pelicans dive,
shoreline a movement of colours.
Shadows stretch, the sand turns two types of beige.
La playa, how appropriate.

S L O T * * * T A N G E R I N

basil limp
a fan stirs

across the ribbon current
a highway crouchs

I can taste the cherise
a kiss lent

beneath descendants
across strata

a patina horse
nudges in joshua tree
shadows

limitless desire

Protection

Autumn Rain
Summer Storm
Keep me safe
Keep me warm
Protect me
From the winter’s cold
The growing list
Of fears untold
Hold my body
Close to yours
Kiss the scars
And heal the sores
You hold my heart
Now here’s the key
Unlock the cage
And set me free

NOW WALKING ALONE

Old man walking down the street alone
a bit of a limp from unhealed bone
eyes turned inward from memories
from back when he was a rolling stone

Coat closed tight against the winter breeze
as water in the gutters starts to freeze
he's thinking of a summer long ago
and how she used to flirt and tease

How her laughter floated when the winds would blow
she'd slap his hand with a smile and a no
he wears a small smile as he walks on past
recalling how she'd fill him witha a warm glow

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