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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.

 

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Hot or cold?

Do I prefer being hot or cold
The former i guess, if I were old
Fans whirring
ice slurping
stone as cold as can be

Cold floors to lie on
Swimming pools to dive in
The cold cold sea

Cotton dresses,
Sun glasses
Sweat trickling free

Water fights
Sound nice
When you're as hot as can be

Forty f.cking five degrees.
Or minus 2 and freeze freeze freeze

I AM by John Clare (GREAT POETRY WORKSHOP)

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

what more love can man /woman /being expect

than to be loved
despite ones anonymity
city
and being black or beauty
across the seven seas
Canada to Florida
Aussie maybe
or from Amazon ...
let not my being disturb anyone
for I am brought by the Divine
if there be one
to spread peace and comfort
for all down trodden...
so let it be my mission
yes under you all an admission
go not by my gender
colour or breed
just read this bard
and
of all anxiety be freed.

Another open eyed night

Lay me down in burning coals
I really need to sleep

America's war on a noun
justice is never guaranteed
ask the prisoners
at Guantanamo

Two weeks of the noun's budget
would feed every starving child
on Earth
and house the homeless here

then She'd be a leader

lay me down in burning coals
maybe then I'll sleep

Incantations of Seduction

I felt your hand
 bunched
  in Egyptian cotton,
   unbinding
    a day’s inhibitions
     fabric curtained
      and fell, with it
       restraint
floated away

you come within
 fingers of breath
  from my lips,
   a tongue’s touch
    of bare tips
     stroking desire
      the scent of your lust,
overwhelms

Khaki Rainbows

Thunderous sprays of Khaki
Rainbows
smeared
my view today

The unremitting gloom
of Shetland skies
scurried over
Viking island
rooms

No romance bestowed
in Nordic skies
No ancient runes
bestowing order
and chance allowed

The pig squeal
of wipers on windscreens
like balloons squashed
on silica

Crashing through the
drear dry dock
a caught chain
crusting with ferrous
markings

like a ghost snake
wrapped around
the fisher mans catch

Rendition

it was not until barren plains
 made a home in me,
my lips were chewed
 from the search for something
I didn’t and could never possess
 (I thought)
 
endlessly, I felt awash, 
 chiseling new geography
my dusty visage changed posture,
 carving numbers into my spine
 
I found an answer
 
but was it just too little ?
 pink lines marked the path
but still, I hadn’t wanted to see,
 I clenched my hands
and strange visions of whiteness
 lined every road I travelled …
 
I never looked,

Happy birthday dear Aquarians wef 21 Jan all years ..

A very Happy Birthday
to all AQUARIANS

Beauty rebounds in your folds
you are soft and sweet too
so many love you
but you must take care of flatterers
who try to woo you...
ere you fall too

but since 'tis your birthday today
in the light of sun may you stay..
have a Happy Birthday
and bathe also today..

the beaches are warm still
they beckon you in bikinis,
if you only will...
Happy Birthday
to all
AQUARIANS
today

touchstone

to talk of
changing winds
shattered dreams
is trite
cliché

clumsy of the reality

naivety unperceiving how
the dark is hidden deep within
the light of
childhood kingdoms
awaiting Azrael
to steal innocence
.

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