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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 raw and the ruse

Sister Sarah said, her siblings are green
Steeped in the blues they fall headlong,
When dealing with a willing opposite
Undefined emotions embedded the senses
Presumed love becomes a smiling snare
Like a bubby traps set for rabbit holes

She prayed never to be caught there in
Declared fervidly, ‘Na love I go chop?’
Her love has eyes on a thinking head
To see the mask of preying people

CIRCLES

CIRCLES

I rode on steeds two
black in a sky indigo blue.
hooves sparkling fire
across the universe
higher and higher they flew
me
to the ends of places new.

my your beautiful face

your beautiful face
makes me tremble,

my heart beat can’t keep pace,
as i look at your charming face.

wow you are so young
you are so cool
at nineteen,
you’re the cynosure of many an eye,
so many will love for you to vie

you are astounding you know
meet me only just once
ere from the earth I go.

I love your beautiful smile
Oh! magnificent face
come and meet me
will you at my place?

you are exquisite you know
I can see your charm as you glow.

Magic of Us

Let that Blackstreet ride from track five,
Do not play anything but Another Level;
Let me run the shower water to revive,
Undress you slowly with kisses so careful.

Sweetheart, let us make tonight magical...

I would like to turn off all the lights now
And this passionate walk with blind faith;
Kisses over you, unbutton your blouse,
Remove your bottom, embrace your waist.

Sweetheart, let us make tonight magical...

I feel it in you,
You feel it in me;
The magic of us
Feels so sweet.

A better place to be

Today I enjoyed my mind,
it might not seem a big ask,
I’ve been doing it most of my life,
Often wondering
if it was as much fun in other people’s heads
as it was in mine.
A dangerous neighbourhood at night,
but which of the best places aren’t?

Today I enjoyed my mind,
it hasn’t happened much lately
but today is today

STUPID MAYANS

Come on in you're running late
guess no one can stop time
I see you brought an end time date
have a drink, it's on my dime

I reckon you know all the others
no need to introduce
friends, cousins, sisters, brothers
that vodka needs a little juice

Times Square's on the big T.V.
the ball's about to drop
were Mayans wrong? about to see
is world and time about to stop?

OF THE LOST WORD

Silent wind carried away the lost word
Not written ever since it was uttered
Ricochet reflected in conception

The word took form in myriad realities
Expressing an endless order within
Of an unending cycles of reunion

This obscure word, not heard by man ever
Remains a puzzle in a ceaseless search
Set to undo that which had been designed

Forget-us-not

Oh, your love has untethered, unbound me
Heart beats an intimate dance, called romance
Your gnawing need for me, and mine for thee
consumes, alternate reality, a trance
I'm floating on cloud nine, sweet ecstasy
Ah, can this last eternally? perchance
Reflected gaze I feel like a beauty
My feelings broad as the oceans expanse
Your my soulmate, my best friend, my happy
No formula, not an exact science
except one on one, may add upto three
I appreciate our dalliance
Flirting is the fuel that keeps love red hot

MAY-DECEMBER: re-written

MAY and DECEMBER

I waited for your call.
It never came,
It was 2:00 A.M.
No doorbell rang.
My heart began to sink again.
Every time you walked through the door
and I saw you standing there
I thought my soul would never bear
the ecstasy
When you ran your fingers through my hair
the softness of your touch spoke fire
and your caresses whispered love.
but nothing lasts forever,

you are May
I am December.

life

jewelled studs
stretched to forever
in an endlessly encompassing
quiescent deep

a panorama
aglow

an intangible taste
of a vast breadth
with future in potential
that shimmers just out of reach
.

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