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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.

 

John Thomas

Have you ever met a man like John Thomas
Such a strange little geezer ?
When you treat him coldly he shrinks away,
He’s so flaccid and yielding.

Have you ever met a man like John Thomas
Such a sweet fella ?
Treat him with care and he is,
Perpendicular, he stands proud.

Have you ever met a man like John Thomas
He’d do anything for a joke?
When he has his beer goggles on,
he’d give anything a poke.

Seek and you shall find

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i will not be scorched
by the flame of another
i shall keep my fire
fueled only by the pure
kindling found deep
within the terrain
of my wooded home

the sun shall bring
enough light by day
and a torch, well-lit
shall provide steady
footsteps to tread
the dark by night

[as I search for what
I cannot find or name]

no light save by the moon
on occasion when
occasion finds
would reflect the sun bright
from yonder hemisphere
and translate another's flame

Tree Symphony

A distant cloud embraces its own shadow
While the wind blows desperately across the meadow
Leaves rustle on tree limbs
And birds sing as they scatter to their homes

A single tear drop in a sea of sadness
We are one creature, love and its madness
Thunder rolls on through the hills
And rivers flood as they push past the guilt

A lost memory resurfaces in your dreams
We were once lovers, caught up in the urgency
Regrets swell on envy and pride
And the trees sway and produce symphonies all around

Pigeon Pied People

Pigeon Pied People

Pigeon loft people
never near the edge.
Afraid they’ll drop to ground,
living a very ordinary life of drab.
Quietly, careful with their sound.

What is this life to lead,
that they can’t lift a head to cheer.
Closeted in a never land of temerity,
with talk only forthcoming,
when swallowed on
supermarket beer.

All that’s owned is debt’s to banks,
run by barons with sticky fingers.
Their castles have creaky balconies,
where only life so cheap
or death lingers.

NICHE

swim in the depth
this shadow
grade

the spin curve
rise
and hip svelte
comfort

counting snowflake
drip like stars
make a wish make
a wish
and seal this
with a kiss

we pull petals
from black dreams
"You love me not"
"You love me more"

breathing and tracing
scars
like burning ember
paths grey and rich
white like frozen
ridges

the nimble of the
fingertips

IMPEDIMENTS

Down here it's seldom snow, but rain
that causes me to chance refrain
from walking down a well worn trail
through beloved wood and boggy swale

And upon reaching a clear cut wood
where two years ago the poplars stood
it's mostly thickets, briers, and brambles
trying to ban my sylvan rambles

While beneath a shady canopy
it's an old stump hole that I don't see
that engulfs my leg up to the calf
and makes me stumble on the path

"Bringing Darkness" (Prayer of a demon)*small edit*

My body devoured,
bloodied and battered,
stomach splayed open,
my blood spattered.

My mind broken,
my tongue split,
infectious to all,
everything sick.

A ravenous apatite,
for our evil ways,
I'm looking forward,
to horrible days.

Murdering angels,
I can do much more,
I will grow darker,
more violent than before.

Grant my wish,
dark lord from below,
let me kill gods,
allow me to grow.

Stormy Existence

Stormy Existence

Like a snail that emerges from her shell
She doesn’t deal victorious with her life
Looking around at the many heartbreaks
She seeks its haven of life sanctuary
From the full sting of this world’s reality

Welcome to the masquerade

You're the lies beneath my wings
the one who doesn't know the truth.
Following footsteps led me to believe
how naive and dazed you seem to be.

You're the "role model"
who only thinks for herself.
Liar with a pretty face, you deceive and get away.
If only they saw what hid behind the facade
all those lies that scream from your face.

With you it's like a masquerade
many masks yet with one face.
You have a lie for every person
a new tale for every breath you take.

Good riddance

Jagged incision
Without precision,
or medical intervention

Bloody red gash
Sliced into wrist,
Oozing the vital fluid.

Losing the will to live,
losing consciousness
Fuck this world.

Good riddance

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