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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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Why Restrict

Why Restrict

Your love on a Valentine day only,

Why not make love everyday,

Today is Valentine so start right away,

Have a best valentine partner

Today from this day,

Every day,

Happy Valentine,

Well any way

you are my shadow

running stretching
to greet the night
where stars will
gleam in your
eyes

this sunset lustre
reaching

if I can
I will make it

and the darkness
will fill me
and it shall be

Ghoul (eddy styx)

Ghoul

A grey grimace stole across his ashen lips
as the hour struck twelve and the stalker awakened.
The desires of those who hunt him await the discovery
of yet another victim, to set them on the trail afresh.
In their secret hearts, he was the continuous pulsation
of life's blood, causing them to quicken and keeping them
sustained with the demanding lusts of his soul.

Borderline

A little boy sits in a prison cell
in a land across the sea
everyone knows he is innocent
but nobody sets him free.

There are children down in Africa
whose bodies know only pain
not knowing when they will eat again
or why the bad men came.

Terrorists are in every corner
of the world today
speaking of God and using their bombs
and taking good people away.

Someone is lying wounded
a victim of a war
wondering where the love is
that’s supposed to save us all.

A Happy Reading

She moves in sultry undertones
fondles edges as she reads ...

her lips form sex in every word
the smile from her eye
says she knows I know ...

her fine neck-hair dances
in soft lights reflection
and I am given to hunger ...

need starts thumping
and I must listen;
statued to her being ...

my face begins to quiver
while breathing her voice
in quakes and tremors.

The Forgotten Valentine

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Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay:
Valentinus offered up in faith.
Your deeds aren't known in our day.

In this life you wed young couples;
an act the Emperor would not permit.
And though your grace the monarch received,
your execution he did transmit.

Alas, with clubs and stones they came,
challenged by your fortitude great;
whose blows did not complete the deed -
your head severed at Flaminian's Gate.

SHE'S WITH HIM??

You're the last frost flower of the fall
the first daffodil in early spring
a clear bell's ring that summons all
the sound of crickets when they sing.

I know that I'm not "all that"
and far from anybody's prize.
I'm old and lame and kind of fat.
Very ordinary in most eyes.

And yet each day I come awake
surprised to find that you're still here
so once again I can partake
of the vision which I hold so dear.

"LOVE"

"LOVE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor
9th February 2011.

Oh love and painfulness,
its blows
take tolls of spells
and wedding bells to boot,
they hoot their sounds
through all our lives,
their music, sighs and groans,
as trials accost our thoughts and lives,
and we decide to roam the skies,
for answers to the tests,
as if they were the pests
that drive us mad,
and yet they are the stories that are sad,
romantic, beautiful and glad.

Lover's Eyes

I lose myself looking into those eyes
The brightness looks to me
like embers of a burning fire
I hear from your lips no lies
I know this love is no satire

Forever looking in the eyes
The burning wells of my heart’s desire
This feeling never dies
My love will never tire

Its 2 o’clock
Still your eyes hold a passion
When we meet on the dock

When will you be back? You say
Every time you wish, I pray

Media

  
The Primordial earth is parched 
And scorched by lust
Brittle dreams crushed
Lurching toward disaster .

 Homo Sapiens abandoning       
love and humanity for
The idolatry of  false gods
And adoration of money.
Questionable morality

If you believe the news
Fame at all costs
Fantasists , 
society on the edge.
 
Kids who want maximum gain 
For little or no effort.
Spoiled beyond recognition.

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