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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.

 

Where is home.....

Burning longing, yearning
Reaching out for that which my heart pines for
Seeking out, searching
to find what my mind craves
A place for my heart to return to

Standing in a void alone
arms stretching out
reaching for a place to call my own
a soul for my very own

a place my heart can return too
where is this soul im searching for
A place suspended in time
a soul a heart i truly call mine

Reaching out open arms calling out
for a heart to reach out to me
pull me in embrace me

Truth

Rights are mere excuses
When used for harming others,
never hurting anyone
eases the pain of all.

Relationships are not destroyed
when sacrificing rights,
for real and willing sacrifice
brings family success.

Silence in the face of threat
is civilized forebearance,
pursuing things important
in hearts of one and all
is no tyranny but service.

TRYING ANYTHING ONCE(the sequel) a HAIKU

Dug this out of old site (stored on paper) And decided to post my 1st Haiku here again

They say a poet at least should try
every form beneath the sky
not doing so retards his growth
like breaking some poetic oath

So Japanese I guess I'll try
"looked it up" so that I
won't come out a total fool
this form is just another tool

touch

fleeting
like a moan
like a moon
on seaweed
homes

Hydrangea

Balls of pink and blue
heavy heads flop gracefully
grass blades your pillow.

After war there is another war

Silently empathy regains
all that was lost
during the Dorian wars.

Dead, naked soldiers rise
from sullen graves
with new expectation.

Grass stunned with winter
regains green and water
for just a second.

Just before ominous horns
anew sound bleak military attack
and pale weakness run red.

Emotional Rescue...

The flames of justice burn in his heart, and heat his fevered brow
Killer's senses are tuned to the max, he ain't giving up now
He will find the perpetrator, the cops can't bring to bay
The nasty freak, the pervert, that struck just yesterday

The little girl that didn't know, not to go with the smiling man
When he said; "Hey come find my dog, we can look from in my van"
Terrible things were done to her, her body tortured and broken
Things that shouldn't happen, that were better left unspoken

Nothing in the Night

We are a waning gibbous
To become nothing in the night,
By orbit darkness worn
Until a shadowed smudge
With no further rounds to come.

Smudge to smudge,
Dusk to dusk,

First and last flight...

Mr Spock drags it out of me…

Captain’s Log star date 23 June 2154. 21.17 hours.

Well sir you said this was “your” Enterprise, these words…will haunt me.

Arrived late for warp speed flight,
Been gambling and relaxing below deck.
What greeted me was an awful sight,
the crew intoxicated, flight room was a wreck.
Told Scotty we needed more power,
he answered that the engine had burst.
From this I concluded that now this hour,
would be spent sobering up Scotty at his worst.

"Humanity Fall"

Sons of the planets collide with the sky,
some meet with the ozone, they burn up and die.

Looking up to the heavens with emerald eyes,
watching as the world ignites and dries.
The grass was once green now turned to sand,
a hole in the earth leaves no life in the land.

First with a scream, then a quiet mumble,
I sit on a hill and witness cities turned rubble.

No more animals alive in the wild,
no more people all is defiled.
Now only whispers speak to our soul,
everything gone, the Titan took toll.

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