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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.

 

LANGUAGE, LIVING MUSIC

Language,
its live music fills the universe with sounds
that never die,
each phrase recorded in the sky,
the rhythms of its song established, tried,
ever changing with the throng of youth
in newer times.

All variations on the theme,
the voice of many tongues,
a magical cacophony of utterances, written,
sung,
performed as dance,
interpreted expressions of our lives,
that out in space,
when we are gone,
survives.

lavendar

covet silk winds
across quiet brocade shadows
a brutal fist of
hail beneath the anvils
of summer
lay down the pleasant
sash of wealth

a wrath of war
for harvest lush
ambrosial slaughter
rising in the mists

The Gist of our Aftermath

~

I'm missing most my denticals
she still loves me so;

there's a hitch in my ventricle
I don't let that show;

I've laughed with her and started to cry
we've even cried at the end of a laugh,

everything else is nonsensical when you view the photograph,
and get the gist of our aftermath.

~

At times I'll get an attitude
she still loves me, so;

I'll get higher than my latitude
I don't let her know;

Fictional Character

I sometimes feel like a fictional character
Unreal, unlike any other
Walking about this foreign place called reality
Never being seen
Merely looked at for amusement
as they blindfoldedly walk amongst me
I can’t find any of you,
That I can relate to
Except those select few,
Who I never really knew
A vagrant, a passerby
None can truly see me, even those who try
Am I really content with such solitude?
I try to convince myself I am
But it always comes back to this

Just a Dream

You're a dream
that I'm left struggling to remember
- the details blurry
and fading fast.
Trying to picture your face and mannerisms
is something my brain has to
frantically grasp for
before it's been dissolved into my subconscious
and forgotten.

MELANCHOLY BLUE--Updated

MELANCHOLY BLUE

All that has died in me
lives in memory’s keep
shadows deep
melancholy blue

in a crcle never-ending
relentless and unforgiving
I am taken back back
to wounds ever bleeding

Who I am today
will die to tomorrow
and when the world I know
begins to fade a way
I sink
into shadows deep
melancholy blue.......

Dinner Invite

Just a brush of your hand
sends my pulse racing
a blush on my cheek
imagining where it could be tracing

Torture being so close
and not being able to kiss you
feelings of remorse
inviting a visitor or two

Wanting you so much
unable to hold you in my arms
avoiding the slightest touch
because I can't resist your charms

Bound to you, body, heart and soul
never knew such passion
my desire I'm trying to control
as the potatoes I'm mashing

Cursed

In the spinning of the blade,
a superseding wish for gain.
In lieu of noble sentiments,
a list of new ingredients.

The jolly round is passed on by.
A jeroboam of bubbles lie.
Grail like drinks are fortified
by angel’s breath and Gorgon’s tied

into a Mandelbrot bootlace
of needing more but saving face.
Poised pen and poisoned inks;
lots of love, heart breaks and sinks.

the sun doses

perhaps she has no option
oooooo la la la la
wish her well from our side
there's nothing now left to hide
all rides are free for all of us
all that can well see
the sunrise is like an ebbing twilight
don't let it trouble,
thoughts wee ...

the darkness will soon be over
as the sunsets beyond the distant horizon
then the school's sweetheart will also say
darling follow me
the sun sets happily

Experiment and Excrement (New)

I want this and I want that
And I don't give a damn
If the country goes to hell
As long as I get my ham

I'm third generation on welfare
you said you'd care for me
I can't make it on my own
You've made it plain to see

Insanity is expecting different results
From the same old experiment
And so we'll try it just once more
To our own detriment

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