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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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ONE EYED -WANDA

ONE-EYED WANDA

One night in Fraserburgh, I went out for a few beers
Then I headed down the harbour for a daunder
Slightly tipsy , I was peering at a trawler’s winching gear
When I saw her in the moonlight: One - Eyed Wanda

At nearly 20 stone, I wouldn’t say she was a looker
And she talked about strange things I didn’t know
I thought my charms were working, ’till she said she was a hooker
I thought “women’s rugby - centre of front row?“

FALSE RECOVERY

Can't you taste the discontent?
all the rules are broken, bent
Congress bailed the bankers out
guess we know who has the clout

I'll tell you it's not me or you
but the connected privy privileged few
the CEO's bearing ruin's onus
fired or jailed? hell no, a bonus!

Rewards for work so badly done
for being someone's favorite son
unconcerned by what is right
I wonder how they sleep at night

That Crazy, Old Doctor

There've been times in my life
where I've just had to say,
"I must, give it all up,
for, it's that kind of day"!

I must, really say this
I really, just must;
if I didn't say it,
then, it wouldn't be, "just".

There's this crazy, old man
we'll just call him, "Doc";
who fills up blank pages
with, "poetical talk".

Teddy Bear

There is an old teddy bear
Beat up, worn down, but still soft and cute
Who always sits in the window.
The gloomy window
The lonely window
Every day people pass by
Not even glancing at the small bear
it seems that is where he will stay,
The gloomy teddy
The lonely teddy
He rests his small paw on it
That cursed transparent barrier
Threaded tear runs down his felt cheek
A saddened bear
A desperate bear
But in the window he stays
Growing thin, ragged until one day

Ambition Uninterrupted

Like matches to a cigarette
His emotions spark for all to see
Queasy in his stomach as he tries
To hide his sweaty palms

Adversity is a bitter cup of tea
He’s sick of gulping it down
His patience is hanging by a thread
As his thoughts run off course like a derailed train

Sorry, won’t do much anymore
He has grown sick to the insincerity
See, he has been walking on endless roads
So, there’s no sense in getting in his way
He’ll find a way to walk beside you

FRIEND AND NOTHING MORE

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FRIEND AND NOTHING MORE

Let it happen once before,
It will not happen any more:
Did you really think that I was such a bore?
My heart wasn’t yours to take,
You see, it's really for my sake
That I must not let it happen any more-
Was it so hard to understand?
All I asked for was a friend
And nothing more…

LIST of HINTS

Listen to the peepers sing
announcing their desire for spring
I see the first gold daffodils
are blooming on south facing hills
The pink blossomed cherry trees
bound to get nipped by a late freeze
The neighbors working loud and hard
mowing wild onions in their yard
People showing more bare skin
some so much it's near a sin
The first turkey gobble of the year
as breeding season's growing near
Robins seen in flocks and bunches
listening for some wormy munches

A voice in natural wilderness.

A voice in natural wilderness…

If nature could speak what would it say,
could it’s comments be about us today.

Would it say greedy,
or merely lost.
Maybe say needy
not understanding cost.

Perhaps it would shout,
death to a planet.
Caused by the ones telling the lie,
that a god had began it.

That man on this planet,
just should not be.
You just don’t belong here,
why can’t we see.

vivid..

lean against the warm enamel
water beads
releases
falls

and the fan purrs
luxurious
behind the yellowed
chrome

all lifes illicit
want
encircles

warm
soothing
turning
cold

like the bitter bold
this pain that flows

and behind beautiful
eyes
while outside the
snow gently drifts

another drop
another breath
in the hollow
of the ache

the memory
that serves
to make

"Forever Plus More" *warning this poem is erotic*

To slide deep inside, to feel the warm wet.
The touch of your skin, I will never forget.

To feel your hips sway, to welt your ass.
To pound like a hammer, I want this moment to last.

To get lost in your body, to drown in your lust.
To learn every inch, and to nibble I must.

To follow your legs up, beyond your knees.
In between thighs, and under the trees.

I have trust in your mouth, and the things it can do.
Have trust in mine, and my serpent tongue too.

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