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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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Clandestine

Clandestine

nerves raw and stuttering
with pure impatience
I await changes that
seem never to come
stuck at the mercy
of another's indulgence
I pace in anticipation
grinding my teeth
in needling frustration
there are confidences
on your enticing lips
There are secrets here
to be revealed
perhaps I need a spade
instead of a spoon
to unearth them

T I N C T U R E

her bodies worn like a watch
her fingers trace
patterns

pretty as she is
its how she likes to spend
her time

she can vanish in a crowd
but timeless
beauty
wears forever

its her spotlight

A Ghost of a Chance

I thought I knew just who I was
until you entered through the door,

we began talking casually
until you told me what you longed for.

You said you yearned for someone
who'd fullfil your wildest dreams,

and as you got even more specific
you began unravelling at the seams!

I did my best to comfort you
as you sat beside me, on the floor;

then, I explained to everyone...
..I was the one you were looking for!

I alone, could banish each lonely night
and end your futile, dating quest!

A Soul of One of the Damned

I found out of your hidden agendas
because I've been watching you, very carefully
and then, I finally saw your soul!

It was very agitated and went in and out of your body
as if to mock, the very cadence with which I breathed,
which...in turn, very much unsettled myself;

for I was unaware of your growing irritations,
and your tendencies to keep secrets, and share falsehoods.
But, your lies, and misleading ways concerned me not.

pity the pity Descartes found

Pity the mere pittance of grey,
grey skies over a flatlander
hanging on by a thread
there is no breeze to assuage
this colourless dimension,
there are no rocks that survive
without being tied to sky..

I wear them like pearls, weighing
me down,
unable to lift away my heavy heart
my swan song on pointed toes,
rolling away the thunder,
the Lady of the Lake rises
like a dream,
like a drag queen,

all property is theft we know is true
this knowledge will now free our thoughts from chains
and corporation's death will soon ensue

with revolutionary spirit we pursue
the boss's lies to death till none remains
all property is theft we know is true

we fight for liberation overdue
our struggle will alleviate our pains
and corporation's death will soon ensue

these hoards of wealth continue to accrue
the trickle-down’s a sop for empty brains
all property is theft we know is true

WENDIGO

Way up in the northern marches
far back among the oaks and larches
where winds blow a melancholy tone
take caution if you walk alone.

When winter's burden cloaks the land
and all is gray and white and bland;
the silence rings and all is still
frozen solid as each tiny rill.

In hunting, keep gun close to hand
load bullets of a silver brand.
Stay alert, keep all in view....
a hunter may be hunting you.

MONKEY BUSINESS

A hunter stepped into a clearing
Found monkeys playing oyoyo
A family reunion to end a busy day

Hum – hum – hum, ‘one tell one’
The message of his presence went round
They jumped on the trees and ran away

The hunter, in exciting disappointment
Stood there, crafted a dangerous monkey plan
Mixed sugar with Ogogoro, gin brewed locally

And poured into a basin, the spirit elements
Of air, earth, fire and water, long distilled
Then tempted the monkeys to their follies

Love on the rocks

I’ve fallen in love with a mermaid
She captured my heart with her song
She was singing her scales
And upsetting the whales
As she knitted a seashell sarong

Well I smiled at her, very politely
And she put down her knitting, and looked
She bade me come here
There was no sign of fear
And from that moment on I was hooked

So we sat and we chatted for hours
We talked about that and of this
Then after a while
She gave me a smile
And she bent down and gave me a kiss

Raindrops

Droplets of rain dancing on a lake
ripples caressing the shores,
Mother nursing her sleeping beauty
weaning her with sacred love

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