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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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Nature of Love at Sunset

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Let’s climb a mountain

A mountain thriving with laughter and daisies

And feast as a sunset drop

 

Let’s swim a river

A river flowing with affection and roses

And hug under a starlit sky

 

Solitude

Silence, you are so profound
You surround me in a void
where the only sounds I hear
are of yester years
now rising from their grave
with shrouds

I am haunted by those sounds
in the silence of my dorms
which have neither doors
nor windows

Their echoes now dance
in the cockles of my heart
till they take a bow
through my eyes..

CHOICE

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CHOICE

 

At this psychological moment,

Watching Us Grow( A re-write of Ever Near)

Paths that had been
Blown by winds
Kissed by snow
And washed clean by rain
We traveled together as one

Our only companions
Hardship and strife
I had taken a vow
To be your wife

We saw them through
You and I
In my partial eyes
You are quite a guy

Honoring your words
Of life, love and respect
Although you know
I’m less than perfect

The past year
Grew wings and flew
There are still more years
For us to live through

TAILRACE

I bounce along this gravel track
it's been too long but now I'm back
to walk along this river's shore
one hundred yards wide, maybe more

The current is now in full flight
at places the water runs pure white
over shoals, stones, logs and more
with a robust steady roar

The scaly birches dip their limbs
which bow and sway with currents whims
as they brush the surface like a broom
in the shaded shoreline's gloom

Elephants ! WOW!

Elephants Are Blessed

It’s not the length
that matters
it’s always the strength.
The guy as you say
is a 13.5 incher ,
even in flaccid state,
his would be much bigger,
than many in their erect posture ,
so how will they feel
as you say,
he is also gay
and
Many guys as well as women
will run away

Ever Near

A year has passed
From there to here
And I’d not trade
A single moment

We weathered all
Of the stumbling blocks
Life placed in
Our path
And won

We begin another year
I still hold you dear
What the future has in store
I will never fear

For you are the
Only one
I will always
Have near

HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY TO MY SUN

St Patrick's & Ireland.

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"MANUSCRIPTS IN CLEVELAND OHIO-for St Patrick's Day "
Margaret Ann Waddicor March 2011.

Most splendid Book of Kells,
illuminated souls,
the hours,
the gold the blue entwined with flowers of every hue,
astound,
give joy beyond religions plough(ploy)
where nature, culture, man,
they meet
and differences defeat.

First Anniversary

Poetry is for life, not just
Anniversaries. I've always loved your
Perfect soul, it's scent
Etched into the heart of my
Remembering.

Traveling Light In Journey of Life

If I become You
And You happen to be Me
We will still be US

Will anything change
Or will it still be the same
Between two of Us?

Even if I be Me
And you choose to remain You
Be empathetic

Then we will know more
about how to build bridges
with compromises

Life is a journey
Without a return ticket
Who knows when it ends

Let us travel light
without being too burdened
with excess baggage

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