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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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Lick an armpit

Do you love her?
Really, truly.
Of course you say,
her truths and lies
her smarts and sillys
her beauty and flaws

but do you love the human creature?
the sweat and pheromones
the skin flakes and cuticles
the pubic hair stuck under your tongue?

when she is not wearing deodorant,
lick her armpit
truly, madly, deeply.
Then know how much you love her.

BLEEDING

Once forever then
no more, re-evaluating
what came before.

Time in years
a distant contract
with mortality, static
possibilities still vivid
within passing seasons.

Captured too far along to
be enraptured a legacy that
begs to be beyond the etchings
that mark a spot, a demise not
where this flesh was begot.

My seed the bleeding of this being
the probabilities of the ever after
without conceding.

J U N I P E R

shallow is the clip
the golden of the haze
that lazes in the heart
of eyes moist reception

you whom want is
absent
leans against the
tarried shoulder
of my ache
my wounded fragmentary
arch of soul
that bridges light to dark

this agony of love
that flames
in desert depth
and star shard dark

I keep you pressed
in pleasant page
and circled with
a brilliant mark

for muse betold
you held me high
when bars for
me witheld the sky

The "Funce"

Omni, swirling gusts of wind
the cold, it chaps...and burns,
as my stance grows so, suspitious
from a "purchase", barely earned.

Wrestling the invisible
an adversary with much might,
weariness invades my attempts
to get my fence, "upright".

The wire becomes an issue
both, my hands keep losing, "grips",
while knitting this wired fence
I'm creating havoc, on my hips!

Garnet Dreams China Blue,Candlewitch & Eddy Styx

Man’s insanity
Is his sanctity
In tune to living
Within

Deftly ensconced
By his own decisions
In a dellusional Reality

With sightless eyes
He sees the bloodstains
On hands that no longer feel
Yet ache for the softness of life
Still the voices bid him
Kill

Sleeplessness is the
Norm of his nights
When dreams come
They arrive in color
The deep garnet of blood
Forever imprinted
In his fevered mind

Lady Macadam...

Streaks of fire fly through the night
Cool hands of wind run through my hair
I exalt in breathless flight
Man and motor growl through the air

Cold machine, with hot beating heart
You send a chill to my inside
I get a thrill each time we start
We need a twisted road to ride

Let's ride this road of pleasure
Fast, and faster still
Let's take each other's measure
Until we've had our fill

Cursed or Blessed

Oh the pain and pleasure

of the living soul

The agony or the ecstasy

It’s our decision

Individually alone to make

So inconsequentially

Which road to take

The living hell

Each breath does make

Oh fool you of the fleshy bondage

Are you not at all aware

of the irony of your senseless groping

The endless pain of love forsaken

Or the noncommittal chances taken

On a grand scale of nothing ventured

Nothing gained

From all loves pleasures

Vampires of Oil, our friend attacked

Vampires of Oil, our friend attacked.

Our friend.
Our friend.
Mona
is under attack.
American, English and French bombs are tearing apart
her village,
her hospital,
her people.

To protect her people,
with depleted uranium shells
amongst her people.

You heard it on the news.
Protecting democracy,
protecting the Libyan people
by killing and poisoning
the Libyan people.

Witching Hour

I accept the hollow glow of witching hour
and allow it to hold me tight,
immerse and enthral me.
Cast it’s spell against tormented light.

I feel the night consume me.
exhale a calm and even breath.
Sink into the obscurity of my life.
Staving off grim death.

Devour and suck the marrow,
Pick me clean of my plight.
Body ready for fight or flight.

Long time lived

Long time lived

High gravity days
pass so slowly
in a grey haze,
days never-ending
mean, I guess,
my life is subjectively

extended.

I must confess
it feels I've been around
for a thousand years
more or less.

It ain’t all bad
in dark extended times
not even sad
I do my FIGJAM dance,
now and then,
for the nature of me is

irrepressible.

So maybe when
I meet my young man’s death
I won’t lament,
A life misspent,
but glory in its joy.

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