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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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Poems...

Some poems are square but others are round
Some weave in out and around
They tend to go places that are cool and unique
And reading your poems sure is a treat
They make me laugh and joke and smile
Others make me cry for a while
All are beautiful in their own way
So if your a poet, hear what i say
You are unique special and loved
And all of the norm, you rise above.

Vivacious: Libra Gal

Vivacious: Libra Gal

You are the one to allure,
Attract, appeal and amaze,
You grab attention of all,
Beautifully and bubbling
You are indeed charming,
Credible as per you, not me,
Congenial too as per you
You catch the eye
Of excellent folks
Who vie for you?
Exquisite, extraordinary is
Your elegant and energetic style,
I gape all my while.
Fantastic and fabulous,
Fashionable,
Funny fabulous and friendly too,
Full of life are you.

Vessel

slip against me
cold as the dark
climbing like a rush
against the spark of
day

you want to cut me
thin with your blade
smile and startle
me with the feral
charm of beguiling
eyes

the angel mouth
sculpted in thought
applying blush
with the sable brush

ON PASSING

Now as you reach that final summit
preparing for that long last plummet
don't let me look into your eyes
and see that which you despise.

You've always scorned defeat in others
be they cousins, friends or brothers,
surrender's never been your way
even on your darkest day.

Keep your vision fierce and bright
remaining on pedestal's height.
Too soon the time of rest arrives
matters not how hard one strives.

Prime Emotions

Prime Emotions
We were both oblivious at first
So naïve, so unknowing of it all
Minds cleared and it all came in a burst!
Oh, that I knew we would have such a ball

So there we were, in our infancy together
We learned to love, learned to adjust
Most importantly we learned it with ardor
Then we had what we held dearest

Here and now, there is so much more
Together we’ve been through abounding emotions
But soon off in the future we’ll come ashore
To something that’s bigger than oceans.

Puppy Dog

Puppy Dog

Did I do it good enough?
Did I beat him down enough?
Did I shred his soul enough?
Was my tone sufficiently rough?

Aye my love

You saw the cut, done by me
You saw his pain, done with glee
Now I beseech, nay implore thee
Did he bleed enough?

Aye my love

Target hated?
Properly sated?
Sufficiently berated?
Now elated?
A question first, 'til you bleed for me, love:
Am I damned enough?

Above The Storm

For a moment take my hand
As we run from the madness
Yes, the one that eats at your soul

The clock is ticking
As you start pacing back and forth
Hoping that this demon will rid you

This time you have a comrade
In a war that weakens the mind
As it buries the heart in dark ditches

For once let your smile be the maestro
Rather than the strings of some violin
See, when you let your passion become dust
The world watches as you are spread thin by the wind

Above The Storm

For a moment take my hand
As we run from the madness
Yes, the one that eats at your soul

The clock is ticking
As you start pacing back and forth
Hoping that this demon will rid you

This time you have a comrade
In a war that weakens the mind
As it buries the heart in dark ditches

For once let your smile be the maestro
Rather than the strings of some violin
See, when you let your passion become dust
The world watches as you are spread thin by the wind

One Final Thing

Memory flickers pale and bright
across dark future plains
of life still seen through lens
of hope, yet soon denied,

delights of flesh and feelings
once filled with urgency of need
now on oblivion's nearing edge
of certain end do ride,

every part of being part
of what you are now frays
against approaching end of days
beyond which no life can abide,

and from the absolute of end
there is no fleeing nor escape,
no frantic pleas for life's addition
or hopeful compromise.

Poetic Carnage...

The rhyme is torn asunder
Shivers of intent trace a path up his spine
Delicious sensations the taste of success
There are bruised sentences and smashed punctuation
The bloody smell of words left by the wayside to rot
The freedom to savage the tame verbage gives him joy
He is silent in his satisfaction

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