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Neopoet Weekly 09/22/24 to 09/28/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-28 15:22

   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!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-21 14:59

                                                                                      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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Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Thu, 2024-09-19 21:21

 

The Winner of the Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest is  scribbler

 

AUTUMN'S CUSP

 

 

Mid October a cool day
with a northern cooling breeze.
All hints of summer gone away.
The few green leaves are just a tease.

Tomorrow will bring the first frost
so this day finds me 'neath the trees
absorbing warmth before its lost
and limbering up titanium knees.

For I'm not what I once was.
Time has seen that I am not,
So I sit on a stump to take a pause
and breathe autumn's scent which I'd forgot.

Then turn my face up to the sky
as cool front winds begin to blow.
I watch the clouds as they race by.
They leave like friends I used to know.

My eyes water from sun's glare
so I drop my head down to my chest
letting my chin settle there
while I count the ways that I am blessed.

I'm blessed with our cabin in the trees
I'm blessed with seeing one more fall.
I'm blessed with grandchildren to tease.
I'm blessed with being here at all.

I watch a squirrel climb to its nest
for now the sun is getting low
so ere' it reaches ridge's crest
I arise then turn and go.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/8/24 to 09/14/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-14 14:30

This Week’s Winner is  Edward nigma

 

 Cage of cards

 

 Chaotically clustered
cage of
cards covering
all
cynically silent
sides of life
plainly plastered
before my
persistently passing
presence of
the present day.
Thoughtlessly thrashing
out the leisurely
overlapping lanes
of possibilities
prancing through
the pressuring palms
of probability.
With a single stern stomp
taking back the cross
mask of control.
There steadily
stumbled down
the obliquely built
walls of ambiguity
freely falling at
my frivolously
fleeting feet.
Vigorously revealing
the vaguely vapid
valley of victorious
vultures who
persistently preys
upon the weak
minded ones
who decisively numb
themselves within naivety .
But still
I walk forth
ahead through
the foreboding facade
of fear
lying before me.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/01/24 to 09/07/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-09-08 00:50

This Week’s Winner is Trail

 

Echoes

 

Once there was a man
Who wrote beautiful music
He wrote the music because he was sad
He was sad because he was all alone

But he was noticed for his music
He ended up being loved for it
And in being loved
He lost his sadness
And his music soon after

 

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Awake, Aware....

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Tue, 2012-06-05 03:21

Awake, Aware…

Inside the reality of reasonable reason,
I didn’t dream the dream I dreamt, I lived
a dream of dreams I dreamt. Or was
it that, dreams I dreamt were just dreams
about dreaming.

Included in these are all nightmarish hells,
wanton mysterious wavers of thought.
As nothing quietens a mind of raging swells,
while sailing nightly on the edge of fraught.

When The Moon

Submitted by Tommi Cordial on Tue, 2012-06-05 03:13

When the moon falls at daybreak
And gives in to the sun
To the dew of mornings breath
As it whispers from the wind
The birds will sing a song of joy
Revealing natures glow
The children play joyfully
For mothers work that's not done
The sun falls slowly back asleep
And gives in to the night
We smile a smile
We dream a dream
As day falls out of sight.

T U M U L S C E N C E > > C O N V U L S H U N Z

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2012-06-04 23:41

Harrow time
your spline splits
fertile dreams
ahead of rains you race
the dark of clouds
upon the beauty
of your tragic face

our room of ruin
where we threw
chagrins against
the wall and slammed
our hearts down
worn hall

this fain fall
gentle and perplexed
these tears for want
they taste the velvet
of your skin

and a halo of damp
upon the dark length
of hair
shines in this spotlight
lair

Ama

Submitted by William Saint George on Mon, 2012-06-04 19:41

Say it with a heavy heart;
a petal fell to the ground.

Her smile was broad,
her eyes stared wide,
her heart was quick and clean.

I could not wait.
I turned to flee,
and left a rose to die.

The wise ones wait,
but fools make haste
and follow the unlucky
to ruin.

I went out with
the wrong overcoat
and came back in
half-naked. Alone.

A cold wind blew
and I recovered
my sanity and
a wick of flame.

The Tragic End Of My Love Life

Submitted by brittle light on Mon, 2012-06-04 19:05

she left a note:

you're a mean ol' man
I ain't comin' home
you don't buy me no shoes

A No-Tell Motel

Submitted by docmaverick on Mon, 2012-06-04 14:44

The strangest thing had happened when
I drove home last night from work,

I'd stopped for drinks, at a place called "Pink's";
the barkeep was kind of a jerk.

I was having a slightly "off" night
but possessed enough of my charms,

heart on my sleeve, but when I did leave;
I had a woman on both of my arms.

When I woke up in the morning
and the room just reeked of sex;

I now realize, and saw with both my eyes
I had remarried my obese "ex"!

Haiku Japanese Poetry Workshop

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Mon, 2012-06-04 13:19

Haiku 1
Nightfall slow descend 
Tree branch twinkles in the light
Gibbous moon high

Haiku 2
Its dark dead and damp 
Where two frogs silently sits
Floating on a pond

Haiku 3
Riding a warm breeze
Coming from the fresh cut grass 
A deep breath taken

Haiku 4
From the mountains deep
Clouds spring forth from green foliage 
As the white mists rise

Workshop: 
Working With Japanese Poetry

WHERE THE HEART IS (rhyme crimes shop)

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2012-06-04 08:36

After many years of roamin'
coast to coast and deepest south
this is the land I make my home in
at the Twelve Mile river's mouth

In sight of eastern great divide
where highest ridges look near blue
here in the foothills I reside
and shall until my days are through

Workshop: 
Rhyme Crimes

Poet's Choice (exercise 2 rhyme crimes workshop)

Submitted by judyanne on Mon, 2012-06-04 04:53

A hollow, with pond and a weeping willow
I chanced upon yesterday, as I strayed
from the main train of life with its air of despair
while seeking an ease, an escape, some peace

Amphibian sat on a log, whereat
he croaked a joke I did not comprehend
He blew up his throat and he chortled in thought
as he sought acclamation and ovation due

Kookaburras giggled and earthworms wriggled
in response to the strange words they heard
and magpies cried that all toads lied
and to petition perdition, were on the right road

Workshop: 
Rhyme Crimes

The Tendencies of Man

Submitted by zjeakin on Mon, 2012-06-04 02:11

Why do we have to kill,
Why do we have to fight,
Why do we have to climb that hill,
And yet never see the light,
For power land or oil,
We fight for a selfish need,
We subjugate ourselves to toil,
And we do so without heed,
Without heed of the past,
Or what future our battles might bring,
We kill our brothers with a blast,
We men are wretched things.

Zachary J. Eakin

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