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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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strange dreams

I'm drifting to dream
Falling wounds opened tonight
Awake to sunshine

Do Soul Mates Really Exist

Soul mates exist
between two people
committed to each other

Not looking at greener pastures
something fresh
but freshen up one you vowed

Through rough and tough
happy and joyous
and going is to a scrawl

You're about to throw in the towel
call it quits but then you don't
you stick it out with your soul mate

A REQUIEM FOR AN AIRLINER

Alpha Delta Kilo
Zero fivers three
Requesting for start up
Start up approved
Ready for take off
In position cleared
Take off runway two-two
Departure right on course
Roger…

Control tower print out published
Brought sad memoirs of the inferno
Nom de plume reduced to ashes
Mocked our mean attempt to excel
Queried the way we do things here
I look back at the disasters
I see the elusive hand of fate
A decade of recycled woes

*.....>N i m B<....*

roster
slim shake getter
the purple morning
is a room beneath your
view

the moon swallows
the dreams
against the width
of oval ovid true

immense this hue
the laugh a whisper
the lavendar theory
held broken in pockets

listerine and Tina

greyhound ghosts

curb the crisp helio lisp
while sun ignites your
crepuscular smile
we walked the magic mile
losing wavelengths
on magnetic tape

all those songs you
said you've come to hate

Silver String unraveling

sensuous slide of candiru
microgram of the guinea worm
established vectors of swine flu.
ebola's soul in frightful form

of the pandemics something more
duet required, eyes glazed with hell
vectors unleash the oozing sore
and we all kindly open cell

two to four and four to eight grow
nibbling faster through us they go
cures obscure and circus lure blow
hucksters twitch from the tree moon's glow

Divil-may-care

From my chin a hair is sprouting
My cracks need a bit of grouting

I’m often seen plastered
This ladylike thing I haven’t quite mastered

But I’m good for a bit of craic
Of laughter there is no lack

I’ve been told I’m incorrigible
But I think I’m loveable

I’m always going to be a rogue
Achilles heels I have to poke

Sensitive souls mightn’t like my humour
But that might be a nasty rumour

Then again I’m a bit of a divil-may-care
So if you don’t like it stay outta my hair

I Live

I live in the spirtworld..
Where wrath of time
Is prose impearled

Take my pen and paint your shore
Sixteen pence
Is twice two four

Commence your golden shaded lore
And shape my words
To tend no more

Dalia Lama

Dalai Lama…
Not for gridlocks all between our china politic taking some debaters come from Japan. Fishing islands as called are lands of china.
Facts are true as Tibet lands belong to DALAI LAMA.
DALAI LAMA philosophic white lies mention pains are no the same as suffers.
DALAI LAMA needs to fetch the facts as TIBET must belong to his tribes.
TIBETAN Buddhism manifests gods of mercy all by religion dressings.
Who will help the body minds or spiritual powers?

The priest and the raven

The priest and the raven
Catholic and Pagan
Shared time
In the garden of men

The priest dreamed of heaven
Lasting redemption
Immaculate conception
Virginal women

Honoured, beloved and blessed

But also remembered
Hot days in the sun
Barefoot and naked
And exuberant, spirited sex

And the raven flew
Black feathered and searching
High above earth
Overhead

Cracking the bones of the living

Snapping the bones of the dead

It's all blessings

when it rejoices
the sky brightens the drear hearts
with blessings and cheerful smiles

even when it cries
it showers the thirsty earth,
sometimes it rains frogs

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