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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.

 

w a s t e d

gloomy perception
is running like rain
licking the heat
between loins

sated like tame lions

that terrible propensity
for the pulse shuttle
in the jerk of the vein

sink hot mettalic
lust
the phallic plunger
run in dirty fingers

these dart days we
throw against
the shadow wall
like knife shark
bites in drywall

catatonic
abbreviation

MADRUGADAS-second English version added for critique

MADRUGADA

Soy tu madrugada
fuego ardiente en el horizonte
rojo brillando pasion
quemando promesas perdidas
en el decir
palabras mutas que matan
en el oír
soy tu puesta de sol
tu comienzo. tu fin.

DAWN

I am your dawn
fire shining in the horizon
red burning passion brightly
and promises lost in their saying
mute words that kill in their hearing.
I am twilight
Your beginning. Your end.

SECOND ENGLISH VERSION

THAT YOUNG GIRL

A summer eve
a baseball game
a girl who didn't
know my name

A nervous boy
made a call
to she who soon
became my all

Years of sharing
stars above
turned mere passion
into true love

Marriage and kids
soon raised and gone
a single soul
that I lean on

Years like pages
in a long book
I see that young girl
each time I look

*for Susan after 38 years

In the Land of Frowns

Nobody smiles where I'm from and I don't know why.I'm not from a Third World country, I'm actually from North East Baltimore.There's alot of crime though I've never been a criminal, alright it's that one time.I stole the cookies out the cookie jar, who me , yeah you , couldn't be then who?The crumbs were that which gave me away.I thought it was the one's in my pockect but actually it was the one's I forgot to wipe away from my face.Grandma asked "Are you sure?" ,then I gave up and told her it was me.She smacked my hands with a thin

Love is a lover

If I am a rose with thorns then you are the fingers that caress my petals
If I am the great wide ocean, then you are the vast blue sky
If I am a love letter, then you are the thoughts that write me
If I am everything I say I am, you must not believe me
Love,love,love
Why do you have to be so elusive?
I whisper your name in the dark
Only to find it etched on my skin
I thought i had you figured out
But I must be dreaming, I’m dreaming aloud
To know what you are about
I try to wash my hands clean from 

I am pregnant...(Updated)

I am pregnant
...The sperm
that fertilized my egg
was of the world's pains, woes and ills.
Now the embryo grows bigger everyday,
and here I am,
after a few years
unable to deliver
... this womb
shall explode one day

accountability

as I wander
through both information and deception
am I simply curious
or will I seek until it hurts
enough to reconstruct my understanding

and when I realize
it lives far beyond the human mind
will I allow it to transpose an alien reality
that reveals aspects of me that are disturbing
or humbling
or amazing

or will I turn away
in denial

just how much do I love truth?
.

MISPLACED LOVE

From the answers I got from you
What is the price I have to pay?
If I may ask a hand in love
So cherished and badly desired
Tell me, have I waited in vain
That you would never come to me
You are the unwilling Africa
Towering like a mountain, high
Hesitating, while the time ticks
Missing progress and prosperity

CORRIDORS-edit

CORRIDORS

down corridors narrow
stained death’s yellow
blinding headlights speeding
above white masks glare
into forgetful sleep I plummet
unaware
into the womb waiting
again..

3 in 1 icecream

Three in one
dream……………….
I liked the poem of yours
All about your dream
shouting at each other
the balloons burst
the thunder thrust..
my what a curse
then suddenly the circus guy came
on a flat tube cycle
as it won't push...
he had to run along side
with it
then the two yelled in
Laughter
mother and daughter ...
both were enjoying the same dream
suddenly both combinedly did scream
laughed their guts out,..
how was it possible..

butterfly

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