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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.

 

Ex Nihilo-- edit

EX NIHILO

Out of nowhere I “became”
One of many
Many in one.
I am my name
the quintessential identity
In human history
matrix of a million years
and more.
The world lives in my seed
I am DNA
Atoms crashing into being.
I follow two
Then four
Eight
Sixteen
Ad infinitum.

Transcending Thought

The power of transcending thought
A vast virgin field waits, open to exploration
so little is known about how a mind works

I would like to believe this is possible
glimpses of this unknown entity
have passed through the portals
of this persons thoughts

If one concentrates will the words
flow to a recipient?
yes,they can and have

How many would believe this so
or would it be brushed away as crumbs
of insanity?

Chrys
Keep your heart as open as a shrine(Bob Seeger)

Las Vegas!

the world is a place for big gossip
and
bigger money
Adam and Harry both had
and
have a xxxxxx incher
both help growth of future progeny
why should you care about anybody?
celebrity or no celebrity
tis funny how guys love to make money
upon the privacy of nubile folks

let all sex be personal,
privacy invasion a curse
and
newspapers should not pursue
just because the guy is someone,
isn't he just a post teenager some one?
and

BRANCHES (memorable free form shop)edit 1

I take a break along my path
which led me to be here
and my journey looking back

seems clear

Still, I recall forks aplenty
from here they all point the way
like arrows aimed straight at the past
...................toward choices passed

Indeed the last fork even now
fades with the overgrowth of time
leaving but the trail I trod
to this present piece of sod
to now

Leaving Daylight

Leaving Daylight

The train is leaving daylight
traversing into the shadows
wheels are spewing fire
they light up the night
and I it's only rider
as this train leaves daylight

streamline is it's body
forged of blackened steel
from the kiln
of the devils realm
this train that leaves daylight

Many a soul has rode this train
with it's banshee sounding squeal
I but one,for deeds I've done
will ride again and again

Banging Away...

Sound of gongs upon the wind of lust
Makes her passion rise

Turns her promises to dust

Night-time rhythms on repeat
Keep the pattern

Here’s a gong that you can beat

Jacky-boy can make her smile
She feels special

He does it all the while

Thirst of the body, rules over the brain
Crescendo is real near

Thunder now and rain

The echoed tones of a brassy gong
Fills their hearts

In time to a summer song

Bang the Gong...for rhyme and patterns workshop II

Sound of gongs upon the wind of lust
Makes her passion rise

Turns her promises to dust

Night-time rhythms on repeat
Keep the pattern

Here’s a gong that you can beat

Jacky-boy can make her smile
She feels special

He does it all the while

Thirst of the body, rules over the brain
Crescendo is real near

Thunder now and rain

The echoed tones of a brassy gong
Fills their hearts

In time to a summer song

Like hasty hurried hummingbirds
before the first cool autumn breeze
names and places, even words
fade like mundane memories

Whisps of mists are all that's left
of a mind once crisp and clear
ere long my mind will be bereft
of even those I now hold close

Before ability absconds
I'll go on one last woodland wander
Ere Alshimmers steals my sole
I'll.....I'lll....I'll what? I sit and wonder
Before....Befive.....Honeybees....BB's....................

EIN SPATZ

killing wings
she spreads
and in her legs she cradles

BOMBEN

harvester of darkness
slipstream
godess

bringing Valkryies mighty honors
in the vanquished anguished
eve

the torrent of the sins deliverance
by pure beauty
by pure creed

sieve

heavy night air sags
motionless
waiting for rain
as misty blue jazz
seeps
through a lingering haze

a sullen sigh
a twinge of heartache
and for the moment
sadness seems cool

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