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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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Weathers weather

Summer is too darned bloody hot
scorching killing
Rains by gosh
one gets drenched
weathers weather away
Spring, oh I forgot it comes much earlier
hope it brings…
Autumn is deadly it erodes
leaves trees nude and exposed
my entire roses die too
hardly any survive,
the way i wish them to.
Winter comes and the heating is on,
it’s not so much as the cold that kills,
But the meter reading,
my, the electricity bill
how I wish there weren’t any seasons
the sun stayed beneath the horizon

Dabbledee-Do

older
I can now dabble
even dibble a little
if I choose
what can anyone say?
"he's just a dabbler!"
that's ok
I'm old
and have no purpose
for my dabbledee-do's
beyond the do'sing
do you?
if so, you must be young
that's ok
can't really hold that against anyone
but heed these words
too much purpose
can bend you in strange ways
look out!
genuine integrity counts
you'll know what I mean
eventually

Salmon Hallelujah

Upstream.
We could try it,
pretend we're salmon
going back to the place of
our birth, make love
(in human terms)
and die.

Nah, I'd rather live for awhile
longer
still
meditating on the sand mandala
of life
before an unseen hand
sweeps it all away as if nothing
ever happened, as if the way
night falls can be forgotten
and the moon in her drunkenness,
falls from perpetual grace.

Origami

folds of crisp paper
puzzles till the end
within each small fold, a story
imagine
sitting silently folding
a meditation
creation
pure paper figures
surround the artist
frail and sharply bright
delighting a child
pleasing the old man
~
both at play
~
Feign

K L O M P T I N

rush rush

dance pinhead spider
lush

through the hollows of the drain
down the octagon of pain

zig zag
sweet madness
sucked in
and swinging like
a weathervane

the winds that
race inside my brawny
quick
the mantle of my brain

crackle hiss
a pipe hot rich
I was born
by a bad ass bitch

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Say your passion, your believes,
challenge the things in this losing world. Corporate feudalism makes anyone without power nothing. As poets we can challenge that.. The most important thing is that corporatism is totalitarianism and if we don't fight we become feudal serfs. Nothing. We can make a difference. Greed is the evil that is destroying the planet. Challenge it at every possibility. We are the entire human population, we must win if we stand up for human co-operation and goodness.

AGUA SANGRIENTA -- BLOODY WATER [updated]

AGUA SANGRIENTA

Yo era passión y fuego
la sangre me corría caliente
en mis deseos.
Era tuyo.
Mas me dejaste caer
agua sangrienta
de tus manos

BLOODY WAT ER

I was passion and fire.
My blood ran hot
In my desires.
I was yours.
but you let me fall
bloody water.
from your hands

Tinge

That entire one wants to see
must be beautiful,
colorful, spectacular too
a tinge of beauty
lips thin
eyes blue
rosy cheeks
wow a dimple too
a tint
of all that is desirous
of a feline you,
a smile
a cheer with a whiskyness, about you
your thoughts of ecstasy and love so true
a trace of every thing
those have you,
is all that what most of us want
to have of you
just a tinge!

May I do Haiku?

Tree frogs sticky feet
they perch quietly on trees
observing the day

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Stars are often gone
emptiness on a star path
shining in our sky

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Flowers are not mute
they just reserve opinion
until better arrives
.................................................

The roses we gift
so tight and angry buds
I prefer full blooms
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Communion

Love and hate
interact
produce volatile
reactions,
are you my judge and jury
sequestered
by the dawn, are you my
silence
kneeling on the ground
palms upward
holding the sky?

I am fresh baked bread,
you are the butter. I am
the wheat you are the
threshing. I am hope
you are my leavening.

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