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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.

 

What Perception!

Your inner perception,
I perceive,
Varies like the winds speed
In a desert,
In the wilderness,
In stormy snowy environment
You perceive
In the quietude of the distant
Depth of your mind,
A talent latent, unexplored,
You feel lured
But I’ m an adamant donkey,
Barking like a dog,
At the wrong floor

Yes you alone perceive the sense of admiration,
A view you alone do take,
But alas my fate is a drowning one,
A ship at bay, like the Titanic.

Wait, stop, and see it’s sunk…

crowd pleaser

"Nothing but window dressing for a soul.",
Buk says, dropping his pants for the crowd.

The crowd roars. Some sit with an embarrassed look
on their faces. Some
are poker-faced, showing no hands. Some look
like the already dead, turning away.

"You can't hide yourself in poems, you can't
buy yourself a hot-assed seat in the Promised Land.

You've got to see the elephant for what it is.

You've got to....."

ARCTIC LIGHT

ARCTIC LIGHT
Margaret Ann Waddicor 8th January 2012.

Arctic light
stark white
cut gems ice
flamed turquoise green
dragon universe
magical dream

tongued colour
sky
gold crowns
iridescent drapery
rivers of stars
frosted snowflakes
rainbow blue pink purple jade
drama
effects
dangerous space dance

ONCE A SCRIBBLER.....

But why is it that now,
More guys are moving on to epics?

Nothing else to do perhaps.
So many,won't read
But guys will continue to say,
Well done man,
nay woman
and
keep your spirits high …
So that Neopoet’s never die,
Nor say the obnoxious word, die,
Except dye
To say to you
Do it, to your balding
graying hair
Hope you do...

What Tear Falls

Cradled arms of my solitude
where heartfelt dreams cease to exist,
and the shadows run away from their own selves;

the brass ring becomes elusive
I can't even make a fist!
Plus, I worry just how deep a longing delves.

Pay no attention to my tears of late
let my sorrows wash away,
every trace of sadness staining my own cheeks;

I'd prefer not bring you sorrow
even for one single day
let alone how you'd feel after several weeks.

the visitation and the invitation

Part 1 ~ The Visitation

There's only so much life in entropy
though you and I walked the same distance,
tears too easily unspared, the heart
too willing to burn out like a star into
its own dark matter.

We are quiet in our disassembling, no shouting
with fists of grief, nothing is left to feed the
voice within, steadfast with our impressions in the
fallen snow we leave behind.

Night out nightmare...

Night out nightmare

Dance with me you trollop
I paid for this great night out.
Don’t you know I’ll have my fun
you silly giggly Trout.

Unhand! me dear don’t you dare,
after all, I am the bloody man.
And if I’m acting annoyed or fearful,
It’s just, my night hasn’t gone to plan.

Simply, I thought we’d have dinner,
a bit of a dance and then, some sex.
It’s just my luck that I picked you,
and the muscles you’re preparing to flex.

Wise Words (more meter workshop)

"Take care of hands and teeth,
your arse and your two feet."
wise words a man of old
relayed to me one day.

Workshop: 

DRAGON RIVER

DRAGON RIVER (in the little gorge (juvet) that goes through Flatdal)
11th June 2011. Margaret Ann Waddicor.

I can see this as the Dragon of the river charging down, 
shaking all its water off as it goes, and bellowing, 
snorting waterfalls at each descent, flowers 
growing in the rocks on the side, a kind of saxifrage-family flower, 
vibrating with excitement, they are something like virgins 
or wedding veils in name in Norwegian. 

MIDWINTER SOJOURN

Bare limbs bereft of leafy load
shiver in the winter breeze.
No sign of insect,snake or toad,
weak sun is nothing but a tease.

So I wait until the frost departs
then exit through the side porch door
get in my old truck and it starts!
Warmth slowly builds in heater core.

I leave my shotgun home today
and head to where the world is wild,
where oak and pine and birch limbs sway
hoping to add to memories filed.

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