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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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PROGRESS?

I stand and watch as time goes by
and progress rolls like a juggernaut
it cares not what lives or dies
for all that's lost is soon forgot

As pastures, fields, and wood and glades
are turned to asphalt parking lots
the beauty of our youth's world fades
beneath the dozers' brute onslaughts

They come from places out of town
drawn by a slower pace of life
but, one here, they scowl and frown
if others come with child and wife

Tears of the angels

The tears of angels rain upon you
So lost in sound and also in view
Your soul is half of what it once was
Since your earth shattering, heart breaking loss

May the tears of the angels cleanse you
May they comfort you in all you do
May you feel their presence all around you
To bring you much needed reassurance in this time of darkness

May the tears of the angels clear your eyes
Helping you in some small way to realize
That all is not lost, all is not in vain
As bleak as your days are, as dark as the unknown is

Communicate to Eviscerate

Words stripping nerves like a blade to a sapling,
destruction of the delicate ear drumb,
and violation of the brain cells.

Syllables assault the senses,
scorching empathy,
and striking me down.

Verbs, Adverbs, phrases and terms
scratching at the soul,
Ripping and stretching.

A withering glance says
more than mere language,
it burns me to the core.

No Contest

.
to choose a moment
as epitaph
the one I die into
I picture blue and green
and you and me
pastured in stillness
between
waves of wild abandon
oh! exquisite joy
that singular moment
I do choose
we
forever
together
ecstatic

with your permission, of course

It Comes And Goes...

Hours slide by, the time draws near
Dreadful embrace
I face the fear

Get back in the seat; on the horse
Visions of maybe...
But I go, of course

I must be the man, I say I am
Something to prove
Don't let the door slam

It will hit you, in the ass you know
Push it open
Com'on... let's go

unforseeable

they said it's human nature
an order of things
something god put in place
not just a body but brains
and like whipped cream
it sometimes curdles
nothing sweet in the
villainous art of deceit
a strained mechanism
a loose chain
the sick fascination
of what can't be condoned

he was a quiet man
ordered to behave
inside the lines of a box
society drew around him

when it all fails
when lines are crossed
and those who said
they knew him well

She Wrote Off Rape MIXED VERSION

She Wrote Off Rape

An uncle guardian,
He took his wife
And me,
For a joyous ride
He slipped into the beach.
Parked his car
And whispered in my ear
Would you like a ride on me?

My hairs stood on end,
Teenage smacked
Of stark nudity,
Virgin me,
Infidel he,
His wife asleep
In the back seat,
He wanted to eat me

Stroke Of A Pen

Writing feverishly
As if time is chasing me
Maybe these words
Can be my harmony

They say poetry
Is effective therapy
It’s the only thing
That gets one through

I yearn to read
The ink that drips
When a heart bleeds

In an empty pad
Written confessions
As pride shrivels
Leaving untainted
Honesty

In every stanza
Emotions breathe
Becoming content
With drowning fears

Three Drops in the River

Sitting on the bank
As life goes flowing by
In the direction of the sea
Each drop striking
Someone's passing dream

The rivers babblings
are the stories
Of lost dreams
no longer seen

On a fallen tree I sit
As three drops
Roll down my cheek
Releasing pain
that cannot be contained

rolling down my chin
Dropping upon the bank
Without the slightest splash
Slowly finding their way
Across the soil into the flow

once, we were lovers

when time
was limitless
and boundaries
held no place

beyond imagination
we languished
in the unknown

til refuge was sought
in now familiar things
a fleeting look
a gesture
our unspoken words

but all too soon
minutes fell between
the silence of us

to compete
against the hours
until ties
were severed

distance
became
our adversary

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