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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.

 

A Heart that was Saved (Revision)

I have lived long
In the darkness
Of my woods
Without
the light of day

Looking up
at the canopy
While its ebony color
Leaving no room for a star
To shine the way

A life lived
In unawareness
Yet knowing
That somewhere life
Was not held at bay

In the past
There had been
A moment ever so fleeting
Which had awakened
The springs of May

My heart was dead
Not expecting more
Then what I could see
Just ahead
A grave where I would lay

The Modern Obsession with Technology

(read top to bottom then bottom to top)

This is their world.
Quiet, peace, nature.
My life is a placid lake,
smooth as glass.
No metal blemishes or concrete pores.

Soon it will be different.

What is green?
Smog is a natural feature in our chemical makeup.
We should be worried if we weren’t in pain.
Covered in synthetic scars and acrylic burns.
This is our world.

Of Rigidity

Of Rigidity

We all have two principles
To follow in life
One is duality
The second is being double.

In order to save a situation
All human beings,
Politicians and soldiers included,
Have to adapt such a stance
In order to exist

Except save in one situation
A Marshal of the Field had to say this
‘’The only times ones rigidity plays
And pays
Is when you both are about to sleep
That’s it take it or leave it.''

Kondums for the mind

Perforate your perversions
you hiss in a throaty whisper
this dry weather has made
you the concubine of chance
and with a pinky finger waving
you hand me your empty
glass

"summer is rotten" you say
staring with your bedroom
eyes filled with glacial pool
blue your glorious hair trickles
down your chest
a nibble of ear shows
the mascara heavy and dark
like a storm cloud above the
moon thin atmosphere of
that heart shaped face

WHIRLWIND'S HARVEST ( an exercise for all)

Hi ya'll. While I'm taking a break I thought I'd give everybody some thing to play with. I'll start the poem. Only 2 rules :1. post only one stanza 2. stanza doesn't need to rhyme but it must have rhythm. So have fun and here goes..............

The stench and ugliness of war
has fertilized too many fields.
Regardless what the fight was for
were lost souls worth the meager yields?..................................................(bet ya'll were expecting a nature poem lol)

STARVING SOMALIANS

Emaciated bodies
Skin hanging on bones
Pity for being poor
Enzymes short of nutrients
Through years of starvation
Turned to feed on flesh
Skeletons roam the earth
This earth my brother
Scourged by heat
And lack of rains
Paradise turned to hell
Moulds of graves stretched
Beyond the horizon
Like beds of nursery
Depict a harvest
Of death by famine
Chattering drums beat
To rescue the dead
Late show of compassion
Mocks those who fed well
Where were their hearts

A little water washes away the salt

Staring through the blue glass of dreams
we reach into each other's sighs.

The trouble with knowing

I wonder what she's thinking  
whilst she pretends to watch T.V  
   
She's sat on that same spot    
on the same sofa for more years  
than i care to remember  
gradually not caring about  
the seven long hairs that grow    
from her chin or the stains    
all over her clothing from  
last weeks dinner  
   
She sips her cider  
   
I watch  
   
She sips  
   
I ask: "where is he?"  
   
"He's in bed." She answers,  

A covenant of one

A COVENANT OF ONE

When all is said and done
each of us is a covenant of one
into ths world alone we come
alone we go
and who we are we will not know
until we sigh our last

I have no thoughts of the future
no care of what is past
I can only say that I have been
and hope to be again somewhere
something more than I am
more than what others see in me
more than a covenant of one

Killer Deal...

Smiling lips pasted on his face
he knocks upon the door
While he waits, he begins to pace
in the stinking corridor

Finally, the dirty portal cracks
a suspicious man appears
Behind him, girls on their backs
their faces full of fear

The room is dim and foul of air
some money changes hands
The large man asks; How much the pair?
The other grins and understands

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