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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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Adam's House Of Horror's

Torture system
Stretching cracks
Snapping bones and breaking backs.

Daily grinding
Rusty chains
Deeply flaying marrow pains.

Poison potions
Slyly nursed
Drunk to quench a dying thirst.

Vital organs
Slowly fed
Bleeding toxins to the head.

In confusion
Happy dreams
Drown the sound of harrow screams.

Withered muscles
Flapping flesh
In the graveyard maggot creche.

Bloated bodies
Crawling flies
Spilling out of hollow eyes.

BLACKBERRY WINTER

I see blackberry winter's here
that very special time of year
when thorny vine's small white bloom
announces colder weather's doom

It's cold enough to wear long sleeves
to ward off spring's last chilly breeze
yet warm enough up in the day
to show that cold won't long hold sway

The flower of this lowly berry
reminds that summer will not tarry
this mini-season won't last long
so don a cloak and come along

LAST GATE

take in the snow falling like thoughts
slow in their spiral

languid in their language
dark and mottled under the light
the grey where night has not
slept
where the wind has not removed

this cold that slips between sleep
and dreams
stirs like the gusts
the parking lot entertains

night haunted as a lonely ballad

Yesterday

The darkness overwhelms me.
I live in yesterday's world.
Each yesterday is darker than the
one before. Seeing a sad black
life crossing out the days on the
calendar, one at a time.

Looking back, I cannot see past
the black shadow that engulfs me.
My life is spent trying to retrieve
yesterday.....I realize that it will
never come to pass, backwards I'm
wanting to retrieve the yesterday.
I realize that it will never come
to pass.

Impressionatomy 101

We were introduced, "unlikilly-like"
if we were to agree that that's a word,
her demeanor seemed so serious that
it called for the absurd.

So, I began to re-scramble words
and string them crazily on a strand,
and offered to clasp them 'round her neck
in hopes she'd understand.

Her aura was simplistical mystical
her eyes captured each scene,
then, she portrayed a knowledge worthy
the wisdom of a queen.

why now

thought I'd moved forward
left all the yesterdays
where they belong

but unfinished business
called today and threw me back
into a whirlpool of emotions

can I close those doors
where eddies full of anger
spin constant

shut out hands of pain
that twist a heart
til it can sob no more

perhaps tomorrow will bring
clarity to a mind that now
suffocates in a mire of regret

a mire -
full of words unspoken

MALLORCA. "A walk into heaven."

17th April 2011 MALLORCA. "A walk into heaven."

And it did stay away, the rain? It did, and the great globe of fire spun round and round making the heat dither off our skins and colour them brown, I go brown not red luckily but perhaps that is because I don't lie in it all day.

Stepping on whose head?

Sucking the life out
of all you touch
they are but stepping stones
To you they don't mean
much.

You're so high
on yourself
you don't see me
getting close
So self absorded

Grinning,
not seeing what's about
to strike home
The payment of one life
justifies the sinning

There will be smiles
not one tear
When a fist full of dirt
is dropped upon
the fertile earth

FULL MOON SERENADE

There's a full moon rising slow tonight
in the east behind the distant trees
flooding the world with its cool clear light
casting shifting shadows in the breeze.

Diurnal life is staying active now
throughout a night that will not know the dark.
From running deer to a still grazing cow
and gray squirrels raiding in the park.

Perhaps the glow from the spring full moon
foretells the coming of the spotted fawns
and prods coyotes to sing their sad tune
throughout the night 'til the break of dawn.

Lobo's Hunt

Born in the wild
Learning to survive
Before he was weaned

Cold, calculating eyes
Set upon the prey
Brindled fur
Stood on the edge of anticipation

Methodical stalking
Barely a rustle of leaves
The breeze carries a scent
Of live food afoot

Head lifts
Toward the full moon
A howl splits
The silence of the night

The hunt has begun

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