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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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A Heavy Heart

These odd-numbered years
seem to have a strange way,
of dealing me cards
that a "shark" couldn't play.

But, odd doesn't come close
to what the even years do,
they can take your worse nightmare
and then, make it come true.

Now, I've been around
nearly sixty years,
and all "time" has accomplished
is to validate my fears.

Minami Sanriku

They are ashore now
quiet on stone and sand
no terror left
just silence and
slight shifting in
an ebbing tide;

workers hunt inland
dogs and helicopters
whining hope
chattering rescue
stunned faces drained
of all but horror,

at twisted homes
and mangled flesh
mixed obscene
by shattered earth
and smash of ocean
in places once community,

while on the bleak horizon
smoke lazes
into freezing air as
radiation levels rise,

SATISFACTION

Sweat pouring from wrinkled brow
a hard day's work behind me now
blisters and small cuts on my hands
from post hole diggers and wire strands

At break of day just grassy field
dark green grass its fertile yield
the lei has now been turned to grazing
beneath a setting sun so blazing

For this day's work produced a fence
to prevent cattle running hence
the posts are straight, the wire is tight
all in all it looks alright

surface

each star
a beacon scar
come midnight blue

and dreams like milk
light seeping like
a puddle neath
hall door

every smoke
and every mirror
flicker trick
a blade smile
reddened

the polish
abundant
and beautiful
every strand
a meaning

rusted sink
like a copius moat
where black coral
streaks
run like a chord
on talents fingers

"everything" she whispers

A metaphorical place ,my ZOO

A metaphorical place ,my ZOO

To truly ? be my friend
Come walk with me
Inside my Zoo

A metaphorical place
That embodies
The bitter , the sweet
My life of truth

Let me introduce , all these creatures
In my Zoo
Some will show ,their beauty
Others are only monster
Caged , from my days of abuse

Warning !!!
Please don’t feed these animals
Unless , my friendship
Is worth the danger to prove.
That fear over love
Won’t be a choice
You choose .

STUPID OR IGNORANCE

I guess I will always be stupid
Ignorance , lacking compendious
To judge with a definition
Or to delegate
Or to meliorate
Pass my own finite

I will not reserve
I will not profess
I will never have the capacity
To archive , the mentality
Of another human being

To the reader I am very passion about this poem
There will be a part 2

Unto Dust

.
a pebble...
once a mighty stone
perhaps the one
slung at the head of Goliath
maybe
maybe not
the odds would certainly defy it

but, who knows

once a mighty stone
ground down
through time

once a mighty stone
long, long ago

PLEASANT EVENING

Driving with the radio on
POOF ! then silence, speaker's gone
got pissed off and hit the dash
knocked something loose, now heater's trash

Pull in the driveway, hit the brakes
straight to the floor for goodness sakes
hit parking brake quick as I can
too late to save the full trash can

on the way to the side porch
( can't think of a good rhyme for porch )
trip on the step and mercy me
sprained my already bad knee

blind

Turn from the dark
Hide from the night
Silently creep out of site

Yell out let the silent darkness break
tear away the pitch that hides the world
rejoice open your eyes
take in all the wonders that lay before

blinding colour sensations anew
a reality that me being never new
senses over all overwhelmed by what was never know
colours, shapes movements, lights
Eyes whirling turning to capture it all

angel

angel in the forest
far from home
we lay and listen
voice of breeze
while stars spark
in hours lease

borne loft of worry care
and freedom
we slide dreams
on rulers
calculating seasons

twas you
alone whom
warmed my heart
when others
joust and laugh
in lark

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