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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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Bizarre

Blind folded feeling my way
strange sensations
sharp scratches,
pricking indecision.

Bizarre trepidation
feted remains of consciousness,
shards of terror
severing.

Lifting the veil,
quiescent power,
endowed with uncharted
depths.

Conquer the demons
gnawing at my resolution.
I will prevail.
strike the walls down.

KORRECSHUN

where the dusk burns like a winter ember
and clouds roll like duststorms
I strove away from you
this livid heart aflame
keeping the passion
enclosed in a fist of ache
but you escaped with a mirthful
sigh and melted the stolid
weight of magic you encase
me in

turn me towards you
let me not bare my back
but look upon the sweet
fair being you tease me
with you tempt me with
you love me with

Peace Attained....

Peace Attained…..

If I could soar as the eagle, feel
the troubled winds of Earth flow
through feathered wings.
I would snatch the will of
man then watch over what
goodness nature brings.

Silly notions in my mind I’ve known
that man must have the heart of stone.
Greed guides our every movement sly
all that oppose must move or die.
Canvases and trinkets made from jewel
the killing off of peoples their lands to rule.

Trait of the Narrows

After totaling the greater sum
of broken hearts you've caused,

and subtracting when the heart was yours
and your life was quietly paused;

multiplied by every single time
you brought another joy,

and divided by the pure attempts
you took no credit, and was coy;

knowing in your heart of hearts
you know nothing that's for sure,

all the while blindly believing
that love for others is what's pure.

Proudly humble that your actions
have always shown integrity,

Romanian Lover

Through the garden path I walked
She sat astride the bench
Quiet, silent and cute,
Her pretty pet so mute
I walked unknowingly

Then rested on the opposite side
On an isolated branch of a tree.
As I closed my eyes in reverie,
She came alongside
And calmly sat beside
Without any fear
As she smiled.

Wow such a beautiful face,
A sweet virginous smile,
Fair and cute,
I queried from where she hailed
She softly replied, Romania.

MY DANCING THOUGHTS

The Mediterranean pales at the beauty
Of the exquisite pleasure of seeing
Your undeniable features
Eyes, lips, and skin

Your dark hair shining
Like the moon reflecting
Upon the sea, which takes away
The breathe of those who see

The song that is your voice
Stops the heart
With flights of fancy
Creating pictures in a fevered mind

You are the dream of many
But few can hold
For you are a rare gem
That can’t be bought or sold

UNSAID

As we sit at a little table
in a mid-priced restaurant
with noise and diners all around
we hardly say a thing

Perhaps others glance at us
misreading the sight they behold
thinking how sad it must be
to become, like us, quiet and old

But we converse in ways unheard
shrugged shoulder, eyes rolled to above
seldom needing any word
to convey our thoughts and love

how to gild a lily

Death stalks me, cunning and
irreverent, ambushes me
with a deep righteous depression days after
the golden sky set and the morning
arrived with gilded pools of liquid light.

Days grow shorter in the autumn of my years,
there is no point to my pointing, the moon
will always remain long after the end of my days.
Those who will remember me will remember what
they will, perhaps with a trace of kindness before
my ashes will have blown away,

They will receive
Hallmark cards of poems and laugh at the irony.

IF I MAY ASK

Out there
In the fields
When farmer’s hoe
Labours into harvest
Which roots were separated from the seeds?

Out there
In the seas
Where fish and man commune
In boiling pots for excrement
What conferences of greedy eating mouths?

Out there
In life
Here and far beyond
When breathe has stopped.
What have we left to show that men were once here?

A NATURAL REFLECTION

A NATURAL REFLECTION : updatted
I see my reflection
this Winter day
in the morning mist
cold, still. steel gray
a strange connection
an oddity mystical
of sometime occurrence
of something more than me

I step through the hours
In painful motions slow
my heart beats to the rhythm
of a certain melancholy.
I long for my yesterdays
feel my mortality sharp and clear
and I fear death’s coming
until day breaks away
from night's visions surreal

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