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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.

 

Surrogate

a tower I built
from bones of freedom
sown with ash and skins
of treason

darted through with
cutlery silver
forked tongues
that did deliver

and smoking eden
from atop I gazed
the fires of pyres
that the dead did
craze

and my silhouette
bride and I did
reside

Hells penthouse
panoramic pad

Fate Haiku

She stood like Lotus
in a brothel of abused
a stillborn Virgin

WILD PLUMS

The wild plums are ripened now
along the old grown up fence line
using them we'll rediscover how
to make jellies and home made wine

So let's get our buckets out today
and walk across the pasture there
while warm winds make pine trees sway
we'll pick our plums and stories share

The plums are ripe yellow and red
a bumper crop from this spring's rain
this bounty of fruit nature bred
will be this fall and winter's gain

If You So Wish!

If You So Wish!

I am contemplating
Leaving,
Shall soon,
If you wish too
So I’d leave behind memories
For a while,
Till the ashes from heaven
Bury all my smiles,
Till then lest
I say good bye,
Stay alongside me
For a small while

A Crescendo of Observation

Betrayal endured
Wrath engendered
Rage resides
Where love is ended

The line is drawn
The plot extended
Once eternal lovers
No longer foes befriended.

BjR 6 March, '11

Politicide (eddy styx)

Politicide

Composition by design
the compost heap
of Charon's Keep
heaping guano on the stack.
A marriage joined,
by fecal matter.
Entwined decrepitude
of nature's refuse.
Composites...
combines
Praetorian wing
with
echelon fine...
ever sinking
in the stinking
black hole.
Gaping
open mouth
belching
verbiage spewing...
oh the flowing out
of each and every
bureaucrat (Divine!)

farewell friendship's muse

there is somewhere
that you belong

that as a wee little one
you began to wield with
power the mystery of words

that each thought recorded
reminder of events & circumstance
not just happenstance
progressing through life
indelibly etched in heart.

lift up your soulful gaze
with eyes sparked ablaze
travel back through time

Displeasure

Displeasure

I walk within trees
in a city of lust,
people carry music
on their backs.
Tired eyes keep
leading me, there will
be time, relax.
What now dances
before me, pleasure,
had until then
always shown me
a highest disregard.

LOVE ?

What is love you ask of me?
well let me think and let me see
when such answer by you is sought
it requires study and thought

I've been in love a long, long time
so long it is almost a crime
with my ever child like bride
my love for her I can not hide

Some poets say love is a curse
and others that it's even worse
I've heard it described as a light
illuminating, shining bright

"One Dark Night"

A beautiful woman
stands nude in the moonlight,
a candle flickers,
a breeze whispers through the bedroom.
Standing in the corner sweat glistens
from her perfectly formed torso.
Tears streak her face
blood drips from a knife to cold stone floor.
A puddle gathers at her feet,
staining what little innocence remains.
She stands, listening,
as if to hear
her dead lover’s breath.
and quietly murmurs, why?

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