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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.

 

Waratah Nights

I sit in the dark, as far off
the scent of Waratah wafts
reminding me of you,

my mouth curves
a memory, as my face tilts
the moon, her red veils
run up my chest

faraway down the road
we may meet again
across a canyon of time,

our eyes will connect

I often wonder what yours
will dare tell me,
at the first dawning
will a ray of remembrance
burst through your iris

or will our words of anger
sour every glance,
turning those blue eyes
opaque

Tea Ceremony

i.

Life breathes
and takes this breath away

leaves the pi of distance
between fleeting moments

a rainbow arc hangs in the balance
whispering to my presence

You pour into me
Your love

I take another breath.

ii.

I fell in love with a poet
once,
rather I fell across his words

together
we formed a cross
to which I was nailed like a jewel fish,

silently, I took extreme measures
of my own,
I practiced austerity

and wrote poems under water.

iii.

Reggae Warrior

Sun drenched soldier,
born from the tears of slaves
In these songs of freedom is where my salvation lays

Lost within your rhythm,
trying to save my soul
Fighting for humanity,
fighting for us all

Giving a voice to the poor,
the hungry, the weak
Shouting at those demons,
let my people be

Bonds of hate bleed our earth
Open up your heart,
See what life is worth

Feel the spirit calling us to unite
Come together on this burning earth,
let us feel alright

Ear inside...

Ear inside…

Lost inside their ears are the dreams
they dressed for dance, but not to keep
an ear upon the wind may miss the
scurry of vole or even the meeting of
chance, for if there is but a draught
upon the ear I fear this could be a
message missed or the gentle
whisper of a lover waiting to
be kissed…

When

When you are nice,
all are nice,

I have a lions heart ,
open it up
and
you will find ,
a vast bowl
of love and affection.

Love as in love,
not sex,
The usual thing all hanker for,
mine is pure.

Soldier of freedom

Unsolicited garbage spilled 
Upon the battle field
Weapons formulated to destroy
Obliterate all meaning 

Swagger and bluff 
you entered the arena
ready for war
Arrogance unyielding

Opposition shielded  
In the trenches shooting back 
Snipers ready to attack
Soldiers of freedom 

Battle commences individualism 
Is our weapon 
Nonconformity our armour 
Liberty our choice

STORIES

I heard you say unpleasant things
About the old woman who lives alone
In the last hut on the way to the stream
You criticize what you know not
And wronged the aged and the weak
Be careful with what you say
Believe not all the stories you hear

You say she killed all her children
And ate the rest in her womb
Their innocent blood were spilled
The story of a witch goes around
She turns into altered birds of prey
Traverses the regular nightly flights
With flakes of fire in drapes and hues

AKWARD

boney limb of night
extracts the sway
this urgent wind consumes
and leaves like battle flags
take leave
their shadows
dancing in the light
the advancement
their displacement

I've come here
from sunny days
and humid nights
where our hands
upon the rail slept
and stars emerged
in order
the magnitudes
climbing like dreams
the ghost march of
arrivals
the descents of all
sensations
this taste filligree
caught
upon our meek
encounters

Sharing the Night

A luminous glow
lights up the night
bedazzled I swoon
this midnight delight

ghosts of the timber
are grey in the dark
until the silence splits
with a victimized bark

shadows duck shade
and dance on thin air,
malcontents shudder
as feet jag a snare

beautiful cannot
describe what I see,
a garden of Eden
has been set free

the light coming down
our tide- orb above,
cast all in magic
its night-time I love

a hand that plays the guitar does not hold a gun

i.

I think perhaps
a whisper
is enough ~

my awakening face
sliced from the womb
this first day

will you be my clever man
my man
of high degree?

I erupt in lush vegetation
a secret serpent
coiled

ready to strike
a deadly embrace
bowl-shaped hollows

Kantju
Kali-tongue
flicking

ii.

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