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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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In the Arms of Deep Mid-Winter

i hate your cold feet
you always did wear your socks to bed
and i never knew what it meant
until it was too late

and now you're gone.

something was always between us,
your arms were shirtsleeves
the top of your head
always had a hat on it
your lipstick and makeup
left a bad taste in my mouth
your neck was wrapped in a scarf
your shoulder was iced
and there was no good place to place a kiss.
your fingers were just numb
your touch couldn't feel
and always bitter sweet.

Voyeur in the new Dark Ages

There's a recluse
inside dying to get out
and smash and grab all the loot
handed down from generation to
generation. Ill-gotten gains, plundered
resources of earth, mined and refined on
nearly-broken slave-like backs of hatted people
just trying to stay alive.
There are no fair wages if paychecks stretch
from here to food banks and the threat of joblessness
or illness looms but one or two paychecks away.

CROWN MY VENUS MOUNTAIN

CROWN MY VENUS MOUNTAIN
Margaret Ann Waddicor 2012.

Crown my Venus mountain with the your friuits
of summers sun, their ripened glow of colours
fill my cup,
as does the bee it's visit honeyed sweet,
our hearts meet in nectars so complete,
charges passions flames with heat of forest fires
that satiate the peak of our desires.

Depth Delve

delicious transfixation
your lashs catching
light against the
dark mutations

pupil search
on this ovid sky
you tell me the
horizon is where
the degree starts
and your accidental
prediction stars
go point

wool blend jacket collar
rises and you seek
a bright tommorrow

I see a blue transfer
ticket fluttering down
the street
and feel your shadow
filling mine
we are lost
together before our
parting

I Am

Scientifically manifested,
In mind
Spirituality has left me far behind
And
Once in an unknown heaven
I shall be the soul you all now think of.
That I once was...
Who walked the sojourn?
Of an isolated life alone
But without a moan,

Life is made to ones asking,
Controlled by:
ENVIRONMENT,
CIRCUMSTANCES
And
HEREDITY
Believe me or not
I have the least inclination
To prevail upon individual entities
God and my Time
Bless living humanity

Electrification

Paratonics
Hammer-ons
Pull-offs
Power-chords
Blind fury, as my finger blaze on nickle-wound Ernie Balls
Pandora set to 'Rock Radio'
Sweet Child of Mine
Nickelback
Staind
Bon Jovi
All float through, and erase my memory
Sweat drains from my pores
along with it, the ability to give a fuck about anything
The Fender screams in my place
and my heart lightens
my eyes open
and I see the day in a new light

I MAKE MYSELF NUMB WHEN I NEED TO PUNCH HARDER

You took me to the dreamland as
‘little boy’ skipped like a stone
a thousand of them, a shower of stars
dam busters;
I had a headache as if my skull
had fallen off the bus, grazed her knees
on the concrete with daisies
bamboozling through the cracks of the pavement –
I leapt over them
because I read too much A. A. Milne in my childhood.

Holding Back

Hold back the moon from earth
and soon the sky will fall
all will be dark and cold
upon the winds of change

The tides will flood the land
That once a world did love
No more to breathe the air

release the sun it too has died
A brief yet painful solemn death

Workshop: 

Beyond The Beyond

There is no life hereafter…
But your belief
May remain yours,
Lest I prove myself wrong
And
Meet you in galaxies beyond...........
The beyond

And

You happen to recognize,
This young bard so small,
In a speck of light glistened by sunlight
Towards the end of eternity and beyond
Let us live in hope

And

Be not forlorn,
As human life exists
Only in the folds of time
since gone is gone.
This is my belief,
Let me be that isolated one,
A lonely star

And

LORNA

!
LORNA

You glide between the coral heads
Then slowly traverse oyster beds.
Keep to the dappled light, for dark
Might hide a twelve-foot Mako shark.

A flick of flipper scares away
Inquisitive huge Manta Ray,
Who leaves with such majestic flight
His shadow blocks the warm sun's light.

Though none can see, I know you smile
At clouds of Clown fish, colours wild,
This warm, exciting, fish-filled sea
A wonderland for you, not me.

Workshop: 

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