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Neopoet Weekly 09/22/24 to 09/28/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-28 15:22

   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!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-21 14:59

                                                                                      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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Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Thu, 2024-09-19 21:21

 

The Winner of the Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest is  scribbler

 

AUTUMN'S CUSP

 

 

Mid October a cool day
with a northern cooling breeze.
All hints of summer gone away.
The few green leaves are just a tease.

Tomorrow will bring the first frost
so this day finds me 'neath the trees
absorbing warmth before its lost
and limbering up titanium knees.

For I'm not what I once was.
Time has seen that I am not,
So I sit on a stump to take a pause
and breathe autumn's scent which I'd forgot.

Then turn my face up to the sky
as cool front winds begin to blow.
I watch the clouds as they race by.
They leave like friends I used to know.

My eyes water from sun's glare
so I drop my head down to my chest
letting my chin settle there
while I count the ways that I am blessed.

I'm blessed with our cabin in the trees
I'm blessed with seeing one more fall.
I'm blessed with grandchildren to tease.
I'm blessed with being here at all.

I watch a squirrel climb to its nest
for now the sun is getting low
so ere' it reaches ridge's crest
I arise then turn and go.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/8/24 to 09/14/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-14 14:30

This Week’s Winner is  Edward nigma

 

 Cage of cards

 

 Chaotically clustered
cage of
cards covering
all
cynically silent
sides of life
plainly plastered
before my
persistently passing
presence of
the present day.
Thoughtlessly thrashing
out the leisurely
overlapping lanes
of possibilities
prancing through
the pressuring palms
of probability.
With a single stern stomp
taking back the cross
mask of control.
There steadily
stumbled down
the obliquely built
walls of ambiguity
freely falling at
my frivolously
fleeting feet.
Vigorously revealing
the vaguely vapid
valley of victorious
vultures who
persistently preys
upon the weak
minded ones
who decisively numb
themselves within naivety .
But still
I walk forth
ahead through
the foreboding facade
of fear
lying before me.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/01/24 to 09/07/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-09-08 00:50

This Week’s Winner is Trail

 

Echoes

 

Once there was a man
Who wrote beautiful music
He wrote the music because he was sad
He was sad because he was all alone

But he was noticed for his music
He ended up being loved for it
And in being loved
He lost his sadness
And his music soon after

 

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Liquefy

Submitted by lou on Thu, 2011-01-06 05:48

Breathe and liquefy,
lay aside your pain.
Beauty emerges.

lethargy, inertia, apathy
Blood red vision.
Inhale.

The world vibrates.
Thoughts throb and agitate.
Creativity is my addiction.

inhale and the old world goes away.

FADED BLUE JEANS (UNION JACK MAIDEN)

Submitted by Psyve on Thu, 2011-01-06 05:35

FADED BLUE JEANS (UNION JACK MAIDEN)

Union Jack Maiden,
Have your jeans now started fadin',
Are they fadin'?
Colors and hues:
Are they still the same old blues-
Are those jadin'?
Does your heart feel just the same-
Are we playin' the same game-
Are we playin'?

flight of a fledgling

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Thu, 2011-01-06 03:25

I see myself as water
Clear and formless.
truly, more like the earth
Trampled an down trodden
With the yoke of past miseries

listening intently
To find my way through
To hear the peaceful quiet
Of the vast universe
But all that is heard is the lingering past

having traversed
Through the pits of desperations
The darkness in the emptiness
Which blinds me
To what is my reality

MONO SPLICE

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2011-01-06 01:37

stub of dream
auxilliary sub beat
flashs of bright true image
I can hear the creak
like light on that shutter blade
as it flicks the scene

this drone of now
submersed in fluid
ease
the face says
this
the body says there

and the soul hurls
against the wretched
flight in exstacy
this burning wish
flaring like a strobe

and all dark angles
jutting
sharp as a blade
on velvet

I May Be Ordinary

Submitted by loved on Wed, 2011-01-05 20:19

But I send, my congrats too.
All here seem to know you,
Perhaps soon I will too.

As an ordinary poet,
May I suggest?
Here there is so much talent.
If you can select some poems
Good ones
And
Plant a Neopoet’s Poem Edition
And publish it,
Perhaps many will buy
And
Earnings shall go sky high.

EMPTY WINTER

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2011-01-05 18:29

Winter
season of death
short rations
scarcity
empty silent woods
scant of even sunlight

Lest one stops
sits still
and listens
then......

A silent crow flies in clear sky
with lightly whispering wings
the winds in pine tree quietly sighs
a far distant church bell rings

A rustling in the leaves betrays
a nearby scuttling chipmunk
among the duff of browns and grays
air currents carry whiff of skunk

Pillow Note # 3

Submitted by raj on Wed, 2011-01-05 14:28

Sweetheart
I know you are feeling Blue
so I wrote this note on Pink
to make you blush so Beau
like "Peaches"
my nick for You...

NEW ZEALAND MINING DISASTER

Submitted by Tam the Chanter on Wed, 2011-01-05 11:31

NEW ZEALAND MINE DISASTER

Watching TV in sad silence, saw the tragedy unfold,
Those Kiwi miners never had a chance.
"Health and Safety Regulations" had all their deaths foretold,
Made their "rescuers" stand useless, wringing hands.

"It's too dangerous!" they bleated, "Can't send our men in there!"
So the rescue teams were not allowed to try.
In my early years in coalmines, we were always made aware
In disasters no one's ever left to die.

Do you see me?

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Wed, 2011-01-05 03:15

What does time mean to me,
Or memories that are left behind.
They are the two points in my life
That separate what I knew then
and what I know now.

Have things changed since
My memories waned,
it has only been the seasons
That have traveled on winds
Of a passing rain.

The madness, of my youth
That brought the sweetness
Of a gentle embrace,
Tender lips and words I can’t
Forget.

Winter To my Summer Heart

Submitted by whitescatter on Wed, 2011-01-05 01:45

a new image of life fell down from the clouds
as it drop the sweet touch of silver snow,
peace,kindness,love........ - all's reborn..all pure..
from the charity of heaven lending me a sweet sacrifice...

the gravity of falsehood and the destruction of morals
had eaten half of my soul but with the chance to feel the winter,
i felt rebirth to be better and stronger..
without - i could have been dead and numb..

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