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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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WITHIN A YAWN

With quill in hand I fell to sleep
and drifted into a new land
where boogums,quarks and memories creep
with past and future both at hand.

I chased a snark down a worm hole
for light years to a distant world
and saw strange ruins, age untold
where helicopter bird wings twirled.

Amid the ruins beings crept
painting poems upon thin air
where it seemed the sad words wept
mourning a past no longer there.

ENOUGH IS NEAR

Wanted to write a poem about respect
but having trouble controlling my mind
the poem turned political

No, can't do that, the words that come to mind
unacceptable, afraid I will find out MIBS are real
Oh, what the hell

WAKE UP AMERICA, WHERE IS YOUR BACKBONE
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
CAN'T YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS OF DRUMS ON THE WIND

a jar of great magnitude

a half hinged
off plumb
ever-jamming
two handed yanker

and she still manages
a slam
on the way
out

Plastic operation

nails smell of layered shellac
hiding the ridges of housewives hands

leg wax smeared and whipped off
hairless corpora 's attractive to man

eyebrows threaded, cream applied
prevents reddened skin looking wan

YSL perfume, five dollars from China
B.O. hidden as only it can

bikini line hairless in operating theatre
Exposed post op to the bedpan

Why bother waxing pre surgical knife
Better to save it for holiday tan

Wien your breasts are double D
Totally enhanced, you may need a fan

Needle Man.

Needle man in horny hay stacks is
perhaps some sap pained patron
with less than one will to live melting
slow on skillet scorch dance floors.

Alone among modern men of short cock dreams
in his mocked respect of women's worth.
Yet presently no earth grown flower sees high hopes.
He lacks that, come smell my honor fragrance.

#5340

stretch stained
I awake
crisp wretched
smoke
and the television
muffled booming
crawl beneath my door
and stand up

press down the
corners where they
folded
and float to my
window for a look

the brick wall windowed
building three doors
across snow crested
chimneys and
steaming vents

like an island
I watch with one
eye open
one ear exposed

UNIsex

Ladies!!

before calling for equality..
in a Feminine Revolution,

are you ready
to share the same
washrooms,
toilets,
hairdressers,
and ...
the list
goes on
longer
every day !

you know...

lovely and enjoyed now,
well now,
sorry now is already over

like you say about
now,

I had a friend
long distance
he would always say..

you know....

then I would say
if I do,
then why tell me?

again he would say

you know !

Prayer of An Unwed Mother

Hush little baby please don’t cry
There’s not a speck of hope in the vast night sky
You got a mommy who loves you
She’s doing her best
She’s rented a room
So you can get some rest
Cuz she cannot sleep if you keep on crying

Hush little baby please don’t moan
You’ll make it through cuz you’re not alone
You’ve got a mommy who needs you
Though she may weep
For your daddy who has
A Promise to keep

20 Twenty 20

Death speaks to the lips
Of an impure vision
Its crooked spinal stature
Lifts its eyes
Above his whispered name

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