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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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Elation

I witnessed the grace of innocence
The symmetry of your infant mortality,
And utopia became a probability.

Pristine eyes oblivious to the Universe
Bearer of hope, faith restored
By the vision of your vulnerability.

Occasion to retain untainted reality,
Prevent the stain ,
Live happily.

Heart engorged by love
And the urge to press you to my breast
To protect enshrouds me.

Adoration of a inconsolable naivety
Elation created by the fact
Of your birth.

ACCOUNTS

place your markers
the bets
like no gaurantees
with fingers crossed
all the filligree of time
like lace etched

we wander in our trails
sweet in histories breaks
like hot tea and cold showers

while bitterness falls like
a welcome rain
this obsession
so brand new

wound about you

Come mother Come

Come mother come
Lets play so
Ah! Now life is not a merry play though

Every morsel of mine
Would bring in games undefined
& nights use to sing
The songs of loins & kings

Any silly action of mine
Was divine
& my needs
Were fulfilled like deeds

If I would cry
Your world would cease
& moist eyes always said
Honey you are the best

I now know
Why my doll dressed like you
Yes I know
Why I thought you as a foe

Epilogue on Life

Each dawn brings a distantiation –
a photograph
viewed through old Lucite

Dance of evanescence
in the skies fiery meadows
Pleochroic displays
On the eastern horizon

The night sings
canticles to the dead
while the living
are trapped in partial death

My mind –
a melange of melancholic molecules –
a shiver of constant vibration

I am caught up – trapped
in a plexus of emotion
and expectation

I live apologetically –
ill at ease
on the razor edge of time

Titan Arum 3

Words hang from the cross,
I will not worship them in your poems
as they fall from your tongue into my
open hands,

I must save them!
(or be denied the vacant-eyed skull of Horatio, mocking
the corpse flower that never blooms)

I offer seven veils of blood to resurrect
the dead that stones may speak of
cause and effect, light the light of a thousand ships
homeward bound across this sea of grace
lifting to my eyes

but let your words fall where they may
now, my Beloved
I have hope

before you became a survivor

you come back smelling of damp wool-
the sweater and coat, straw and shit
picked up from late nights
after smoking weed
ash flaking from chin and cheek
and i wish you could be where the ocean lies

Where you felt the subtle wind shifts
salt glistening on lips
as fish gasped and stars clustered in the sand
we used to walk there
hurling coins across the sea
building bridges with knots and fists
i watch you now
digging up cities of corpses
as doves fly out of your pockets
scavenging the carnage.

SPECULATIONS ON BOB

All I really have to do
is start to read a bit of Frost,
then all his words simple and true
assure that any block is lost.

The way he looked about the world
seeing a bit of beauty everywhere
as his life slowly unfurled
which, with us, he chose to share.

I wonder if the old guy still was here
what would he think of urban sprawl?
Would he think our world is strange and queer?
He'd likely just write of it all

Senyus / Haikus

Senyu

Hurdlers scurry treetops
Stowing wintertime supply
two squirrels gather nuts
______________________
Haiku

Behind rain, lighting
Bright, reddish, stormy heavens
Awe an orange sun sets
_________________________
Haiku

Hung above snow clouds
Amidst rain, thunder, lighting
A rainbow paints skies
________________________
Senyu

Birds glide south, to rest
From strain, of winter famine
Depart, vacant nest

A COLD ANNIVERSARY

July 4, the day of America’s glory
Chosen before the eyes and the law
Witnessed the tying of nuptial knots
Folks like a nation in concert of states
Joined to celebrate a meaning in marriage
And sing the anniversary song thereafter
We took as settled what was given freely
Unaware of the dinghy drifting ashore

Summer Skin...

Summer dresses and flat shoes
Plunging bodices give great views
Hair unbound and flying free
That's what turns the head of me

T-shirts, shorts and bare thighs
Bring from me great heaving sighs
Been married tho, over twenty years
So I never get closer... get too near

I can't help it, I got to look
But wifey dear, only page in my book
I just look from back a ways
Summer skin makes for such pleasant days

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