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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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TRANSITIONS

TRANSITIONS

I am in a state of transition
And a coming subtraction is about to happen
When my two becomes a one.

My soul hides in fear of its immortality
My body feels the pain that dying brings,
And mind and spirit no longer sing in harmony
Not pleasant to see
Less pleasant to do
Terrifying when suddenly
It is happening to you

I am the perfection of imperfection
A giant to an amoeba
An invisible speck of dust to the universe
I‘m everything and nothing
But at least I’m something

Outlived

Outlived

I sat by an angel with her feet trapped in
ice looking into my eyes she asked what
was my vice I gave here an answer
that in part was the truth
I love to write stories and poems

May I read what you’ve written she
says as the ice starts to melt in my
utter confusion I said what I felt
the bubble it got burst champagne then
spilled on to my paper as the
truth was distilled

A PERFECT DAY

We'll walk along the warm wet sand
and watch the sand fleas disappear
on the Myrtle Beach grand strand
the way we did one bygone year

With gulls filling the clear blue sky
with mobile white and raucous laughter
buzzing us as we passed by
on our way to ever after

I'm sure we were among a crowd
beyond the dunes where sea oats grew
and certainly the surf was loud
but I only saw and just heard you

Looking forward to 2012

As we approach the 2012 presidential campaign
Let’s remember our prayer’s to let freedom reign
So many that fought to take a stand in 2008
Paving our way with-in each and every state
We knew that sacrifices would have to be made
The previous administration left us feeling betrayed
The near future’s budgets having already been decided
Adversarial wall’s leaving the House and Senate divided
So change has most undoubtedly been hard to achieve
Only made possible by those who continue to believe

The Nest Is Empty...

"My husband died," she says; as I shut the taxi door
"I've got two cars, but lost my license, so I don't drive them anymore
They put me in the hospital, I can't eat, I guess I'm sick
I'm all alone, except my dogs, and my eyes keep playing tricks"

when the moon turns to gold

did you see the moon turn gold
just over the horizon
just before the dark granite of sleep
took you to his breast?

was there a queen's ransom that
emptied your treasure room, did you feed the
hunger well enough with gratitude
to silence the marketplace? bang your drum
slowly and play the sitar with your saint's calloused hands,
passion is a fruit hanging from the tree
to know God in its aftertaste is not a cruel death

reading the leaves

i will build myself between pages
divide pain into chapters and
fill my hands with rain

arrive at the same place
at the same time each day
as fall fends off winter
i will chase you away

for i should not be afraid of
what makes me shiver under the sun
your name, i will leave in tealeaves
a message at the bottom
of every cup

you will not make me believe
light is illegal, or hope
but i will count the scars
on my tongue

to my dearest consort

My dearest consort
I have been finding myself more with in the rain.
I can only hold fast and wait for the days of sunshine once again for me here.
Setting and wondering of what tomorrow holds for me. but even the light of day has past.
Grim days flock to my side like snow flakes in the cold winter.

Glider

soar
the inertia flow
the wheel turning
shinning at the hub
vortex passage

seated in the cool shade
the garden lush colours
the chains mired to hooks
in the wood slat ceiling
we rock to and fro
while hummingbirds taste
the nectar

up there the black bird
like a dream
caught in a thermal thought
rising stark and in motion

gliding when I dream
leaving this body
this freedom like a wish

Rancour

Rancour
Bleak
I feel it
Do you?
I value sunsets and sunrises
mountains,
red rocks
and the souls in the eyes of animals.

Yet, rancour, bleak.
We have got better
we no longer hang someone
for the theft of a loaf of bread.

But not good enough,
not by a long way

To stay alive
to have a reason to have children

we must be better.

It seems simple to me
(with an IQ of 180+)
That competition is obsolete
co-operation and balance are survival.

Disagree.

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