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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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ARTERIAL CURE

ARTERIAL CURE

Alternative tradition implies
What goes up must come down
See the waiting wonders
My aunt in the village
Prepared some medicine
For reducing hypertension
In these times of stress
She collected tree barks
By seven shrines
On seven hills
Over seven nights
From seven witch doctors

Prosaic

The mind should be free
to express views
in poetry or prose
So I always in prosaic dispose.

Don’t worry when it’s
Neither poetry nor prose,

Open a blog and your minds
Garbage therein do dispose

I"D RATHER

Drive in another nail
sight blurred by sweat-filled eyes
not an inch of dry clothing
drive in another nail

Towel off hot head and face
shade my eyes, look at the sun
..and glance toward the mountains
....wishing I was there

So take a break before the fan
gulp down a bit of Gatorade
I'm getting too old for this heat
I sit to cool off in the shade

Thinking about a mountain river
shaded by the oaks and hemlocks
as well as laurel understory
on the north slope

RUMBLE TESTIMONY

A tapper had a friend
Himself a tapper too
Into the swamps of Ntong Edong
They went on a tapping spree
Up and down the raffia palms
They called out kukuruku
Kukuruku was the reply
To keep a close contact
One fell from the height
To the muddy wild plant floor
He called out Kukuruku
With speed
His friend came down
To the rescue brief
As communicated
On Sunday testimony
He needed an interpreter
For the guest with foreign tongues
But he volunteered to convey

Settling

if my world is a reflection
of my brain/mind
what a mess I must be

shall I aquiesce
or struggle against myself

is there even enough time left
to instill meaningful, discernible change
if I choose the latter

to aquiesce means a continuation
of the status quo
a sloppy house, car,
and certain personal habits;
laziness, relative poverty, mindless routines
yes, a real mess

Silence

The silence of a thought
Creeps within one’s mind
Of having been forgotten
By a lone soldier
Once a passerby.

Now so known, in the vast universe
Without time and space restrictions
Bears the burden on one’s heart

Why this intoned silence
We live miles apart
But in each poet's heart
Strings a vein of symphony
And
Then we ease in an admiration
Hopeful perhaps
The one is still remembering,
Albeit!
It’s a hope only

Lazy Lizards Languishing

1.

There were sailboats on Lake Erie,
the wind climbed into Sunday
like a vortex of poetry.

You and I were taking snapshots,
new memories to hold when the
moon is not close enough to break
into waves and the lake is
frozen to the touch, your glasses
fogging.

GLADIATOR

GLADIATOR

let the games begin
open the gates
let the lions in
teeth sharp as a surgeon’s steel
let them rip deep into my skin
spill my blood on burning sand
I still have one hand to show
ready to strike death’s blow
let them all in
I have won many times before
and will win again

Seasoning...

Young, tender moon of spring
pale yellow and smooth as a mirror
The sight of you excites me

Now swollen and full of summer
Your face is lit with the sun
and I swoon in your light

Orange tinged and ruddy of complexion
imparting mysteries across your face
You are the huntress of my soul

A silver orb in icy reverie
reflects on white dunes of snow
Making my heart pound in ecstacy

Many faces and phases of Luna
all with their own special glow
To light my way

Added Intelligence

Most Intelligent

I’m not the most intelligent being on the planet
In fact, there is much I don’t know or understand, but
I recognized unintelligence in moving jobs to other nations
With expectations of selling to the mother country after
Having lost jobs and money since the movement

Now, with joblessness at its highest due to outsourced jobs
Some are saying maybe the industrialists will bring jobs back
After all, it was economical to move jobs to other states
But, I perceive it’ll be uneconomical to bring jobs home again

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