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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)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Love and Lust On The Face Of a Man

Love and Lust On The Face Of a Man

Love is the look on a Fathers face
When he is seeing his first child
Wrapped in a swaddling blanket
In the loving arms of an caring nurse

Love is the look on a Mothers face
When she hears her child’s first cries
Still attached to her umbilical cord pink and wrinkly
In the gentle hands of a kind doctor

Lust is the look on the face of a man
That sees his neighbor’s wife sun bathing
In the front yard of their country home
On a hot spring day at noontime

FIRST DAY OF SPRING (in 3 forms)

...............Haiku series

Early this morning
all the trees were gray and bare
now pale green explodes

Dogwoods bursting white
wisteria lavender
yellow bells fading

Birds serenading
from goose honks to mocking birds
preparing their nests

Lawn looking ragged
winter fields hoisting green heads
soon all to be cut

All flat surfaces
now taking on a green tint
as pollen thickens

Signs of early spring
suddenly are all around
as the weather warms

.............Western Classic

Cry With You

Sir, is this seat taken
If not may I sit next to you
Before you pass judgment
Save a man left hopeless

No, pity is not what I seek
Not even a couple dollars for bus fare
If you can listen to me for a while
That would put my weary heart at ease

Here I am pouring sorrows to strangers
Sir, I hope you can see past that for a while
Deserted in a ghost town for days
Walking for hours looking for a person to talk to
All I found was silence and she does all the talking

affliction

sauve translation
the neon tube fire
burning like an oracle

this affection
I watch transfixed
your slender cold hands
upon my chest
your breath through
my dress shirt

how many lives
have I lived
you once asked

how many tommorows
have you seen
and you smiled

"I have seen them all"

"PAST LOVES"

"PAST LOVES"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th March 2011.

I loved him, 
I still love him,
he's dead now.

I loved him too, 
I still love him too,
he's dead now too.

I loved her,
I still love her, 
she's dead now.

Their presence comes 
and goes by, 
the warmth of feelings rise 
and give caresses in the day.

In the night, 
one senses they are there,
alive,
their souls 
or air
that holds sweet memories,

Shadows in the light

I walk from room to room
trying to catch a glimpse of you,
and all that I could see,
are muted shadows playing tag.

Sunlight catches visions
of days now stored in memory
and with your recent passing,
you climbed upon the misty crag.

The kitchen tap still leaks,
we've fixed that oft and time again;
your trusty stove still works,
those smells and tastes still fresh in mind.

besser blocks (with video)

besser blocks

I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
besser blocks are a bugger.

they are ugly, course and grey
hollow rectangles
making a squared off infinity
of unending drear

where you, my love
brown solemn eyes,
regard me with a hint of sparkle
above your freckled nose
and full lips

I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
besser blocks are a bugger.

Proverbs Of Faith ( Haiku )

Like passing shadows
We are only yesterday's
Exhalations.

Written By Moses..

Love is the gentle, soothing, refreshing, breeze
On a warm summer night
On the back porch of my little country home
Watching the gibbous moon slowly glide across the dark sky

Lust is the whirlwind on a dusty afternoon
As the rain clouds and thunder storms start to form
Behind the large, orange, glowing, sunset
Chasing little girls and boys inside from their play

Love is the tender waves lapping at the shorelines
On a cool summertime beach
On the steps of my seasonal beach house
Watching the stars meet the ocean

METRO DUSK

Sitting in a pizza restaurant
a favorite one we often haunt
looking through the window pane
watching an orange sunset again

near buildings' shadows creep along
as we listen to a jukebox song
when the sun blinks out suddenly
unfiltered by any distant tree

All the cars on the highway
turn on their lights at end of day
becoming a rushing stream of light
disappearing out of sight

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