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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.

 

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.

Riddles,,, Master of Confusion

Ridicule me not
though I am the master of confusion
And entangle minds in maze
I am a mighty ocean of bliss
after my queer puzzles clotted like a web
are logically disentangled.

Riddles - that is my given name
Master of mysteries
Teacher of logic
With flattery tongue, so smooth
Like wool of cotton

But I am abrasive too
that is to them who claim wise
try me with all the adjectives
and find me not lacking

when the water lily speaks

Intersecting triangles and connecting dots
jumbles of words
on a silver and gold charm bracelet,
your head jingling on her belt.
Ha!
You laughed.
The goddess in her disguise
bested and played you for
all she is.

You must dance to her tune,
disembodied from the neck down.
She is without mercy.
She is your soul.

life<3

life is like a rose
short and sweet
long and painful
like petals always gleaming
our life can always be streaming
never settle for less
unless you want to impress
the past is the the past
live in the future.
life is like a rose
sweet,inoccent,beautiful
but also sharp painful and cruel
there is no way around it so you have to duel
the struggles, pain
but remeber you can always gain
sure you can lose
but its up to you to choose.

A R G O N V I S I O N

fuck with clarity
the wound
bittered with ache
when all the junk that is life
reminds you that your still
a cunt in wolves skins
stitched

piss on the kills and routes
kept that are sacred
sleeping in beating heart
hitch
to wake with life the bitch
you serve

let the tracking collar dig
in and wear thick
its just another prick
fucking eternity with
thoughts like raindrops
lost in rain

Reverend Director V...

What's this? there are some voices
Footsteps in the hall
No one supposed to be here
Just the Reverend, that's all

Girlish whispers and angry murmmers
"We will kill him now"
He's done it to all of us
No more; and that's our vow

A dozen girls filed in slowly
Steak-knives and clubs of wood
Killer shrank back hiding
Should he stop them if he could?

Judge and Change (prose)

We cannot judge when change
Comes to others with the past

Have we not seen a cocoon
When it releases the butterfly

Have we not seen the night
Become the clarity of day

Can we not say it's possible
Yet we see it with a next day

Yes that's right, we are change
With every second that passes

INTERNECENE WARS

INTERNECENE WARS

I woke to a heavy mist
a blanket dark a dank
covering the earth where
I lay that night.
the stench of death
stained the air
reaching cities far and near.

I lifted myself from the ground.
looked around to see
who was left besides me.
suddenly
an icy cold passed through
my soul
shadows I once knew
strong and bold.
and for the pity of it
I did but swoon

Where is love.

in a broken smile you mask an ocean of pain.
tide rises and lowers, it drives you insane.

your eyes tell a story. you cant hide.
they marvelously reveal the devistation inside.

hard to breathe. hard to think.
hard to love. hard to blink.

in your home there should be no fear.
you're constantly asking "what am i doing here?"

The Earth… a movie

The earth… yes, just this earth
It is the title of one creepy movie
That we all of these parts
And outside these parts watch
Even if we blind our eyes
It still plays on our blindness screen

Below is an intriguing prologue
And profile of its actors
Best call them cemetery angels
Or the Death Dealers

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