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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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JUST A CRUEL JOKE

JUST A CRUEL JOKE

So finally, I had decided to risk it
As nothing would change my mind
But a prize I won was just a biscuit

If a trick was played, it was unkind
I was unsure if I’d bother to collect
In the end I went, feeling resigned

I bought many tickets, in retrospect
Between bet and return, a disparity
And raffle rules apply, I do suspect

So there was I, searching for clarity
Stifling a laugh, a voice then spoke
Reminding me it was all for charity

Get Lucky!

Feral cats fall from my windowsill.
Twisting spines they land on agile feet.

With a grin they laugh at me!
Approaching now, with hopes for food.

Wandering off they'll return at noon
to an expected morsel of food.

Now and then they'll even come again,
for company and to snooze!

My feral friends are Calicos and Persians.
They get lucky, with catnip too!

Their eyes are glazed, when they pass out
On comfy couches built just for two.

Distant reverie

Admiring the purest soul
From afar
Feels like basking the sunlight
As happiness envelopes me
Like it won't ever let go,
It's so overwhelming
That tears start flowing
From my auburn eyes
Glistening over my radiant cheeks
But than delight turnes to melanocholy
Remembering that I'll forever be in awe,
Endlessly captivated by the beauty
Of that pure soul

Sin Hall Jive

A note wraps around the drums

Feed back is fed back,

Thrown back out amplified,

While cymbals swing like dove wings

Horns aim in every direction

Push the dancing to prancing

Eyes cross lost

Hold the whole note

Faces distort

Body of a viola becomes a body

Red, yellow and brown

Against a darkened backstage

Frayed bow rises again and again

With the screaming sin

Yellow, red and orange boots

Bending footpaths through wailing words

Tangerine and sushi spilled everywhere

Under Depression

Autumn falls,

my thought
shatters,
scatters,
blows,

October leaves .

Eledgy!

The time will come
when truths are told
of righteous men
with gallant dreams!

An entourage
of hopeful followers,
that will not bend
with Winter winds.

Their bodies strewn
across time’s tapestry.
They’ve passed the test
of grace and purity!

The Nations weep
the blood of Martyrs calls,
for vengeance owed
to them which sleep.

Their markers lie
upon the stony ground.
Reminding all of what
was said and done!

Utah Beach Landing

On June 6th 1944
Normandy, World War two, D-Day,
Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword.
pump-up the adrenaline, pray!

Allies were Brits, Canadians,
French, Poles and U.S.A. forces
all of which were sturdy brave men
which time, supports and endorses.

Utah, the westernmost beach head
with the other beach invasions
the allies fought on for success
retake France in the equation.

amphibious attack won through,
Operation Neptune, dubbed.
enemy fire caused them to swim
for the beach there in was the rub.

I ran

My feet burned, almost black.
Bare footed I ran on that track.
No shoe could be found worthy enough that day.
On your mark, get set, go and like a wind I bolted away.
I did as I was told to stay in my lane and look ahead.
Although in the wilderness I was born and bred
This body of mine was etched in strength.
And now wreaked heavily of a heros scent.
But I ran that day, I ran.
It wasn't even for me but for my clan.
I was afraid to think of bronze or silver and God forbid I thought of that gold.

Poetic Justice

This night, I lay in my cold bed

Thinking about the life I have led

Put the cold steel against my head

Will end it all with a small piece of lead

There is no one but me to blame

Going to put out my flickering flame

My afterlife will not be the same

I will get rid of my forever pain

Will leave everything behind in a note

My heavy burdens I could no longer tote

As above me lingers a puff of floating smoke

Across the Styk, I will peacefully float

My Fireside Confession...

Sex, sax, and smooth whiskey,
secrets beside the fire.
Warm and sultry brown eyes
looking at me, desire.

The pounding of my blood,
pitched ringing of my ears
Cannot turn me away
playing on all my fears.

Warming a frosted heart,
confessing "I love you,"
There's nothing left to say,
Hope that you love me too.

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