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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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A MOCKING BIRD

The mocking howl of a lonely bird
Sitting on the tree branch in the yard
Mimicking mama crying out her pains
Overtaken by bugs and being alone

Arthritis, diabetics, hypertension and rheumatism
Her companions and strange bedfellows now
Sickbed, her field of play with excrement and urine
One room, the span of her whole wide world

She was a woman who dared men
That pounced on the helpless and the weak
Men who crossed lines protected by women
And played soccer with guys in novelty matches

do not read this poem!

do not read this poem
if you're a shrinking violet
do not read this poem
if your cock is hard and
you're looking for a hole to fill,
tough shit

Zombie Nights...

Hey, don't you know it, it's a cold and foggy night?
Cold zombie bodies don't appear, in my low-light sight
Can't see for shit, I'm afraid, and it's oh so quiet
Yeah, you think it's funny... it really is a riot

I wish that it was you out here, I'd like to see you try
I'll bet that you would piss your pants, right before you die
We lost poor Jim Mc Gee about half an hour ago
They just showed up in thousands, all shuffling in a row

FROM A PUFF OF AIR

A tiny dust devil forms
on the windward side of shorn hay field
in the high heat of mid day
during second week of July

Only betrayed by bits of chaff
barely belt high when born
( and how is that by the way?)
as it randomly staggers
among the heat waver
further
....further
........further
..........into the hot field

BLADE OF GRASS

BLADE OF GRASS
Never will you see a blade of grass with a sadness of life
But the cold winds that blow against him are the same as you or I
He flows and bends with the greats of ease
For there are no cares in his dance as the wind pushes the tallest tree
And if the coldness of wind can move the tallest of trees
What do you think that single blade of grass has learn to see
That the cold wind will blow against you
No matter how big you are or how small of a life you seem to view

EACH CORNER IS A TURN OF A TURN

EACH CORNER IS A TURN OF A TURN

Life cannot be equated, without this fact
A straight line, is sill straight
As the direction of straight will constantly
Adjust.

Look both ways before you cross the street

See it has its bends
Feel it has its curves
The joinery of life
Has corners, adjusting the
Turns within turns

A WAKE UP CALL

The early morning bird sang
To the hearing of everybody
Wake up, ‘I passed standard six
I have just been to the queen’

Take no heed, some would say
Though eloquent, he lies a lot
Far and wide, he has flown
But can’t write on the sand

There is time for everything
Seven years are not forever
Clauses come and go, in turn
Like the two sides of a coin

Do that which had to be done
Get up and use your time wisely
Boasting, it may seem to some
But it is a wake up call for duty

dervish

there is nothing
between the sky and earth,
see how they form one circle?

there are signs everywhere:
the water drop and the waterwheel
turning
on a landscape of the Maiden Moon
turning
dervish in the sun,
unrequited
the silk cocoon inside a spider's web,
the apple falling from the blossom
and the nest adorned with little speckled
brown eggs, hidden from sight, but watched
over

THE WAITING ROOM

To have or to hold,
to unfold or to be -
live or to die in waiting
or risk the thrill of ecstacy.

sitting in this waiting room
waiting for the fall -
Life has it's own schedule
death knows its time to call

Brush past reception
bolt from the door
rush back into the world -
take uncertainty-as giving more

Mutually exclusive
yet singularly alone
my love for you
acknowledged, recognised
made known

shadow puppet

it exhausts me to follow you-

dark puddle on concrete
the stain of what you are

once a day
a light gently widens
with only a sky for company
gaze of sun diligently lingering

in the evening
our bodies

skin like paper
winter and bloom

our disappearance sudden with the night

witness me now
without you

flat and lifeless

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