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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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Slippery Slope

On the Crystal slide
anyone can ride
if your calloused enough
for the lines that follow

I'll never get my fill
and can taste it still
one look inside
other girls forgotten

Yum Yum sweet Crystal's sex
that overly addictive sticky mess
her fine red hair and creamy skin
watch out boys, my turn again

redesigning life

we have persevered
along stormy paths

felt the crunch
of indecision underfoot

seen wonders bloom
a kaleidoscope of color

but this is. . .
the summer of change

against a backdrop of clear azure skies
we have embraced winter's choice
released uncertainty on a breeze
watched the beginning of another life

amble along a walkway toward tomorrow

.

I Like Grapes, Snow Tires Are Noisey

jostling in the sheets
like a circling dog
conjuring sleep

flipping pillows
hunting for cool
buttressing knees
elbows, and toes
still, the sweet spot eludes

its going to be another long night

surfing random images
no redeeming theme
scattered flickerings
shapeless as the dark
what could it all mean

this streaming nonsense, my life

a very long night

meditation

it is morning
the night not yet
ascended

in the ocean
whale song
and the river
breathes

there is madness
and survival
death and Afghanistan

I meditate on these things,
life turns over another
page

Love,
You are here with me

the peonies burst with flame.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0gC4SH1Bqk

archaeology

we are an archaeological dig
slowly filled in with used-up things
teeth too dull to bite flesh
orgasms that fail to manifest
from your too high or too low
state of mind

our wrestle with it-
life, love
is the cat smashed
on the highway, broken pencils
slivers of soap, hair, gristle
old tv shows we watched with
eyes like blind blackened
light bulbs

A Star's Name

I look at the sky
starless in its ebony light
searching for the one
known by the name
written in my soul.

I see you
out there all alone
and I call your name
the sound traveling
through time and space
reaching its intended
goal

Then like a breeze
Sailing upon
a moonlit ocean
whispering,
paint me a picture
with your brush
of words

VERSE TWELVE

Dust started to settle
On leaves and rooftops
Long absence of rain
Prepared the platform
Feet and vehicle tyres
Trampled dusty roads
Leading to highways

The year at its end
Like grey hairs
Huts stood out
As golden domes
Depicting the aged
Preceded by dryness
Waiting to be fêted

Drums beat
Dancers out
Tone crammed with songs
Some noises prominent
Pistons pounding mortars
Competing for choice meals
Festivity filled the air

EXPERIMENTAL RESET

Since we're already nearby
lets go and check
that petri dish

The one we cleared and then reseeded
last time we came around
perhaps these results will be better
than the last ones that we found

It's only been a month to us
since last visit to this arm
though speaking in relative terms
about 65 million years

So lets check under that yellow light
at the third dish out
the pretty blue one with white swirls
and see what's come about

Then clean it out and start all over
Again

You so compliment me

You so compliment me
As if I were a star,
A celebrity,
A sun,
A moon
And
From this unearthly earth
You would lift me soon,
Into the weeping valleys
Of shadowed eternity,
To where we all return,
Ere human maternity,
To strive in all malefactions custody
And
To seek final solace
After all the mercilessness of humanity,

So must I too return?
From here to the far folds of eternity…

But sad tis,
We all have to parade
The sojourn alone.

another poet is born

I dreamed of
poems
and you
whispering
secrets of the night
eons
of stars stretched over
us like blankets
of ebon light

jealous of lovers
and lovers of poets
we ruled heaven
like gods awakening
into skin,

eyes of rain
filling

i tasted your salt
i tasted your blood,
i fastened myself to your roots
like a ball of earth,

triumphant with the spirit of the lily
and the rose

to rivers of stones
I give birth.

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