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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)

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NEVER AGAIN

I speak not of the holocaust,
Not six millions gassed to death
But the writing, “Never Again”
At the foot of a statue in Jufure
A man with a global map head
With outstretched arms
With broken chains of slavery
To mark the end of an era
When free men and women
Even children were sold into slavery
We celebrate now, at the Freedom Pole
And relive Alex Haley’s ‘Roots’ in June
With boat regattas to James Island
And with the proclamation, Never Again

Ring any bells ?

When your boobs begin descending
When your bottoms getting bigger
When you put on extra weight
And you’ve lost your girlish figure
When you find a friend in chocolate
When you’d rather read a book
When you take off all your clothes
And nobody wants to look
When you get a water bottle
When your feet are always cold
When the night sweats come to haunt you
It’s a sign you’re getting old

applicable

A rumbling in the heavens
Is it moving day
For those
That walk upon the clouds

An eviction of sorts
For the ones
Who refuse to conform
To the antiquated ways

Time has been
The master of great change
But do those of old accept
A revolution of new thoughts

Is the golden rule
Still applicable
To mindfulness in those
Of free thinking

Where does it say
Choice was taken away
When it was given at the start
The road is there before us

KRISSY

bold face dancer
the lick of lights
sway quick to the beats
washing through
subsonic undulations

sweat drenched perfumed
treasure
with all your glitter trophy
gleaming

sweet saphire soul
a queen to eyptian thread
sheets on orthopaedic
bed thrones

I shall not be gone for long

I shall not be gone for long
but where I now belong
is far, far forlorn
sooner than later
I may be gone

But

hope to return
with Love to all
from Loved Anon...

I now reside
In a different world
they call paradice,
not paradise
but
where their is no ice,
only infested by mice.

None-the-less
life here is also very nice.

I miss you all too.
With love to all
who still loved Loved...

only the sky is permanent

Life is a bipolar illness of the mind, I think.
The pendulum swings, emotions
to-ing and fro-ing on my heart dangling
from free-floating clouds,
stormy weather riding the heart-line,
the life-line shifts
from every direction,
but my director takes no hostages, pins no
awards for lifetime achievements or indiscretionary
wardrobe malfunctions
(it's all about the wardrobe and the make-up, eh?)

My love

Sadness is what you cause me
Hurt my emotions,
Tear my confidence away,
Weaken my heart.

I love you with the same weak heart
Care for you,
Protect you with the same heart,
However you fail to see.

This is where our road ends
Our paths should depart separately,
For you have done the worst,
Bringing tears to my lovely, loving face.

Thrown to the coals

Thrown to the coals
That no one knows
Our lives fleeting
Will we ever find meaning?

In all our world we know not the fool,
Who is in our self to breed out the tool;
All angels know god
And their pick-up isn't barred.

As humans, us mammals
Are like shotgun barrels.
Our tainted food not kept pure is a killer,
But as long as it lines your pockets is just filler.

A Working Man/rewritten for Meter Workshop

Your beard rough against my face
lover's sweat upon our bed,
emotions lingering press,
your hands wrap around my poem..

Ground

They found a letter,
contents unknown,
why does a young man who has
everything to live for jump out the
bathroom window 20 stories high?

Did you think you could fly?
Did you think that was a permanent solution
to your temporary problems?
Did you think your depression and pain
would not be felt by those who know and
love you,
after all... we all walk on the same ground,
we were your ground, and you
hid your falling until it was too late.

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