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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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SOGNSVANN WALK

SOGNSVANN WALK

Shy smile,
passing young girl,
wide view,
lazy dog walking,

a beer top,
dripping branches,
ploop in a dark pool,

leaves gathered
floating
edge of the lake,

a lacy condom
hangs,

mossy stones
slippery,
roots like steps,

the sudden rush
of a squirrel up a nearby
fir tree,

a cormorant sitting silent
at the end of a wooden pier;

the cry of a bird of prey

one leaf dances down,
glancing on branches
as it falls,

Wakeful Night

All night long
I stay awake
Eyes on the screen
I read them all
Posted pieces
They dance around
Some short and long
Rich in content
Varied in structure
From free verse
In feet and meters
Rhythmic heart beats
A fusion of words
In hearts of men

The Walking Man

I am just the walking man
Coming or going
And cannot promise you
Though I can, it’s uncertain
For there are times in the seasons
That I walk, coming to you
And others, away from you

Make your choice
Try your uncertain luck
And then wait or go
You cannot trust the oaths we swore
For to tell that which I am is difficult
Maybe just one walking man or thing
Coming here or going there

A Dark Minds Vista

The darkness of my cell
Keeps me still and quiet
As turmoil surrounds this hell

Laagering protecting my sanity
Has invited invaders into sanctuary
Distorting my self-made reality

Wild aborigine’s fire salvos
Cavorting in the flames of night
Their hellish dancing demands bravos

Not from where I am spectating
But from the vantage point of minions
While my walls begin incinerating

Out of the depths come cold fingers
Methodically pulling away at my gate
As I hear the canto of devilish singers

THE RUNAWAY FILES ......CONTINUED.

8:22 a.m.

"Why am i the keeper? Luke, i don't under-"
"Find Allie and Ben and get the heck out of the country. the fate of your lives and the others inside of that file depend on you. don't tell anyone about the file or that you talked to me. also don't try to hand that file off to anyone alright? it's your responsibility. if i find out you handed it off, i'll come find you and kill you."
"luke i still don't -"
"shut your trap and start going."

My val

Am sure you don't know. You just don’t know how much I care, you just don’t know how my head aches when I think of losing you, yet your thought still remains the cure to my aches. You just don’t know my tears, my loss for sleep, loss for taste and muse into holding you in my arms again when u left for school on J6.
Now! You must know u re my right, my choice, my taste, my dream come life, my joy out of tears, my smile and my totality.
You are the love cherished for this day
Love you

THE PAPIST

THE PAPIST

And so they came
with torch and flame
to the castle gate
to kill the monster
who lived there

Neither man, nor beast.
Not of Nature yet by nature
a child of God
a creature somewhere
in between

the townsmen dragged him
from his room.
now thinking he was doomed
the creature on his knees
was seen
to pray.

They all then stood
in awe and wonder
when
like a sudden clap of thunder
a voice was heard:

It’s My Life I Am Living.

Some say I should live
a different kind of way.
Drink and party more
find more time to play.
But I don’t want all that
I will do things my way.
It’s my life I am living
that’s how it will stay.

Others say, strive for better
to be like all the rest.
Have much more ambition
always try to be the best.
That’s not what I want
and isn’t how it will be.
It’s my life I am living
my life belongs to me.

All In My Head

you tore through my memories
and took what you wanted
until you were the only thing left.
you burned a dream on my eyes
and it made too much sense
how my unconscious can be so unkind
and i couldn't sleep because
i couldn't close my eyes
every time i did you were there
stealing memories
branding dreams.
the eyes are windows to the heart
and sometimes the shades get heavy
and start slipping
so i let them slide;
maybe if i faced you in my head
i could get some sleep

Anguish

Anguish

Drained,
the humiliation of living.
The anguish of breathing.
Feeling every solitary second,
desolate inconsolable.

Jealousy and rage eviscerating.
Body racked with pain,
anger seething.
Tolerating existence,
Heart receading.

Check out, Cash in,
vacate this world.
Forsake this planet,
embrace oblivion.

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