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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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Shining Through

Put your thoughts on hold
As this mirror offers you wisdom
Quit beating yourself senseless

The obstacles you overcame
Still keep most in disbelief
No demon could have its way with you
You threw punches when most would surrender

People told you that you're wasting your time
Still, you kept on the dreaded walk
And now you sulk away in silence
I ‘m calling angels to put another fight in you
I took the last ounce of passion from the heart
And cultivated it into this poem for you

Assiduous Beliefs

Assiduous Beliefs

How much of life do we think we control
Destiny is preordained beyond interpretation
Choices are the test. For solidarity the peace of mind and soul

Belief in ones purpose is the hardest road

Pronouncement is simply the faith that we are here to learn
Pronouncement is simply the Proclamation of why we are born

Belief is the only part of life we control

Regal Blossom

Red,yellow,white
orange,pink and crimson
spicey scented delicate petals
early blossoms of summer fashion.

barely there

like a ribbon washed free of its ink
the silk empty
the words pressed by machine
my voice going

nothing left but a dawn
with a faint moon
Sleep
what is this??
for I am wicked
and cannot rest

Deceit

Don't tread on my toes
my corns are now dead skin
beaten by your scorning

They now keep
the vivid touch of your toes
seducing my skin

Thorns prick me no more
than those roses
you borrowed for a night

While I tread on my corns
pain is now pleasure
like a maniac

You robbed my faith
when you stole
my pair of dancing shoes...

"This Grave that I Walk Upon"

I stand upon this unmarked grave,
hollow, mindless, numb,
I've been here far too long.
My skin, dry, cracked, and rotted,
all my memories gone.

A shadow of myself that's been lead astray,
I miss the peace of where I use to lay.
This hunger will not stop it does not pass,
this curse I pray will not last.
What have I done, why did I wake,
what was my sin, what rule did I break.

MORNING AT THE BEACH( edit )

Another nice morning at the beach
except.............
A stumble upon unsettled footing
as skyscrapers grow out of focus
they can't be swaying
like nearby palms

Fish stranded on soaked sand
deserted by familiar ocean
a
..few
...heartbeats

....of stillness

why do not the gulls dive
upon defenseless flopping food
........they know

Fantasy Man

Fantasy Man

Simple gestures that make me smile
His caring touch to last awhile
A man of honor to admire
Not a cad or a common liar
A humble soul who is kind
Of kindred thoughts: we're of one mind
Whose laughter makes me want to dance
In him, I 'll always take a chance
Whose very presence make others stare
His movements like a gentle bear
At home,he loves to cook and sing
In him I’ve found my everything

Try These Shoes

Would you care to try these shoes?
Since you know me so well
The size should be a perfect fit

See, these shoes are not in great shape
They are filled with so many troubles
The type that doesn’t fade away easily

Yes, that overpowering feeling in your chest
With those palms drenched in sweat
Since you know me that well
Well, you shouldn’t be surprised by anxiety

Winter

Vivid red fellow
Cardinals home in snow
regal feathers preen

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