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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 Death of Love

my love has dried up
like bags of old tea
stale and tasteless
it offends the senses

I sit within circles of glass
knowing it all will shatter
because the time has come
to close the windows on our love

once your touch excited my mind
once we lived on the edge of reason
and now we dodge each other
ignoring the truth as it bites

I try to reignite the flames
I feed the fire with love
but it refuses to catch
I am extinguished

When mom's in her grave still..

SHORT POEM INSPIRED BY A COMMENT FROM
A FELLOW POET NAMED, LOVED

Your words are prophecy
and strike electric
fierce and bold
fire
searing the soul
finding me hidden
in dark places
where no one
knows the way
uncovering my fears
and yours= own….

“mom’s in her grave
And someone is on
the next train”

OLD MAN'S ANSWER

Where is the leader for our day
who will history put forth
one always comes along they say
who by his actions proves his worth

And how does one define love
is it fate or merely chemistry
or someone sent from up above
can any solve this mystery

Why are we put on this earth
is it for purpose or pure chance
when poets give beauty to birth
is it just happy circumstance

Why is it that men fight wars
why do good men turn corrupt
why do some girls turn out whores
why are these questions so abrupt

Never-ending Story

Blossomed daffodils
gracing windowsills
bluebells bloom
lighting the gloom
fields of green
lush and serene
silver birch trees
whistling in the breeze
natures glory
never-ending story

Oh Alice, Put Down The Seagull

On multi-coloured cliffs
comedic seagulls
escape the intruders
in shifts

Playing a Seagull game
of chess
they nest and make
use of cliff condominiums
hide and seek

Alice a nordic beauty
(If there was a contest)
a winner if I ever saw one

Reaching for the Seagulls'
eggs
the birds suddenly
attack

"put down our young!"
"put down our young!"
they screech
all Alice can do
is reach for the ledge

ARTISAN......

draw
an outline
and form it

my strong smooth hands
along the thighs
the hips
the stomach the ribs

up to cup the perfection
the delicate blades of
shoulder
the strong limber neck
and throat arched just
right

and tresses
that catch the light
and smell of summer
days and fresh winter
mornings

put a glitter in the eye
and a pull of a smile
at the corners of
a dimpled mouth

all I need is the heart
but this is the key
that breaks all others

THE EGG

THE EGG

Aborted. 
Born and packed in sixes
sold as food, hard boiled,
cracked into a pan, beaten,
eaten, secreted, forgotten.

Spawned, collected, stored,
spread on toast, devoured;
shaken onto bees,
wafted by the breeze,
carried by the seas,
transported to foreign shores.

Guarded, warmed, rolled,
stolen, jogged on a silver spoon,
painted with beautiful patterns,
preserved in palaces for kings,
admired, desired, works of art.
The egg. 

26th January 2013.

what a ..loveliest dawn twas

loveliest dawn twas

I arose today at dawn
Like the day I was born.. ..
how do you that say?

well I knew you’d ask me so
my pop upstairs came in my dreams
and showed me as a beautiful exquisite babe
in my moms’ arms
Oh! what charms..

No not on my face but my moms
she was really beautiful, a Queen like bee
but not many moms are like as was she…

a child adorn by all around
love and kisses only I found,
immersed in honey of love
of all siblings
I was like a darling …

An Apparent Friendship

I can think of but one thing
that can help me through my day,

and that's the fact we are so close
my greatest blessing to come my way.

I often wonder what I did
to deserve such a true, close friend;

some might conclude I'm just a lucky guy
by how much quality time we spend.

A good relationship takes serious effort
from both of the parties involved,

we've spent a lot of time learning together
that any problem can be solved !

Australia Day 2013

(A Commemorative Retrospective)
`

Sup with me
this bread of affliction
on which our fellowship
was made whole, amid mould.

Drink with me
this cup of sacrifice,
our atonement now
from derision complete.

Which generation
withered in searing,
wanton parchedness;
whose generation
bleeds and sweats
for dreams gone dry.

Why Australia, God --
its dusty ochred plains
You must kindly love;
forever in Your heaving
bosom gently lay,
Eternal Promise unfold.

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