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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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You Make Me!

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2010-12-10 01:06

You Make Me!

If I can bring
Upon your face
A smile,
My life has been
Worth its while
But the heart feels otherwise
No, no snow
The question does not arise,
Does not arise
It’s the heart beat
That beats faster
Ere one dies
Or
Than one does know
My smile is the smile of faces
Who see?
The mini Shakingspeare in me

Hell bitch on the rampage

Submitted by lou on Fri, 2010-12-10 00:25

Urban warrior ,
Don’t get in her way,
She’ll stamp you into the ground.

Inner city soldier,
Fighting for her rights
Breaking heads

( Chorus)
Hell bitch on the rampage
marauding renegade style
Living to defile

Hell bitch on the rampage
marauding renegade style
full of rage

Anarchy and misrule.
on the mean streets
of purgatory.

No mercy, no pity
In a fuck to you
Trooper style

closed gate -- open road

Submitted by Victorclaude on Thu, 2010-12-09 23:49

closed gate -- open road

not come to an end this hike
gate behind me closed

stepped onto the road
without being swept away
--trick of all tricks--

jumped that freight at
three AM

headed west
never looked back
nothing there -- but
door locked and barred

behind the gate
a house but not a home
there -- nothing left to learn
but how to burn

Autumns Wish

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Thu, 2010-12-09 19:37

Autumns Wish

When acorns fall
And Autumns breeze
Begins to waft,
Across the lush green leaves
Of central park trees.

I think of you and wish,
You were here with me.

When the Autumn sun
Steals summers warmth
And shadows elongate,
While darkness encroaches
Upon those in love.

I think of you and wish,
You were here beside me.

When the winter winds
Chills my outer skin.
I feel your warmth glowing,
Deep inside my soul

Individualistic

Submitted by Hooded Stranger on Thu, 2010-12-09 15:57

Individualistic

I choose
My rules
Not yours
Your lost ship of fools

I lead
You follow
You're lost
A bitter pill to swallow

A square peg never fits in a round hole
Those pegs are free from any control

I'm an individual
Full of individualism
Not a part of the Big Brother system
Individualism

I'm an individual
Full of individualism
Following the path of Satanism
Individualism

I decide
My path
Not yours
Enjoy the bloodbath

What happened ?

Submitted by Edevold on Thu, 2010-12-09 15:45

Please tell me the story
if you care to dredge up
the memories

Of course it's up to you
and if you don't want to
that's ok - either way

I don't know why
I have to be the one
who's flexible and deferential
but that seems to be
the way it is

You can chose to
remain reticent and
uncommunicative

Maybe one day you'll feel
the need to unburden
and unload

Writers' Needs

Submitted by brittle light on Thu, 2010-12-09 11:43

.
a writer must carve
huge chunks out of time
for himself

a writer must have
the ability to hold onto
an image ...long

also, patience, intelligence
some knowlege
and a starting bit of inspiration

these things,along with
a comfortable place for his chair,
some paper, pens,
and, preferably, a full bottle
of (state your preference),
are the basic necessities

but mostly,
a writer must have
a high tolerance
for lonliness

Winter

Submitted by mand on Thu, 2010-12-09 10:48

Ashen dawn
Violet kissed
Bruising early morning mist.

Shiver cold
Icy greys
Crystal crunchy winter days.

Feathered fronds
Floating free
Diamond sculpted filigree.

Glitter snow
Crumbly white
Sparkling dusty trinket light.

Sun shimmered
Spangled trees
Rooted in the glister seas.

Golden bloomed
Amber hues
Set in jade and pastel blues.

Glowing moon
Round and bright
Heralding a frosty night.

liberation

Submitted by Victorclaude on Thu, 2010-12-09 09:25

liberation

aching carbon corpus
humiliating adventure --
diaphanated alarm

discovering humiliation
to be first step --
on path to liberation.

vcp

CUTTING FIREWOOD

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2010-12-09 08:26

I'm off to gather some firewood
where once a copse of hardwoods stood
a place of but stumps and waste tree tops
cleared in the month of acorn drops.

It is a late mid-winter day
with cold winds and sky of gray.
That tree lap near the logging road
will go far in making up a load .

So I park the truck right near
get out the saw and all the gear
but take a pause to look around
at wildlife's former running ground.

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