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Neopoet Weekly 10/6/24 TO 10/12/24 Winner

 

 

Congratulations to This week’s winner Trail

 

DRIFTING CLOUDS

 

The sun rises a little earlier each day
And each day is brighter than the last
On evenings I walk out to see the sunset
And I walk back with a rested soul

I've tried to be more sincere with myself
To hold my own hand
As I walk through the darkness
To sing to myself once in a while
So that I can hear a voice
Of someone who loves me

It hasn't been an easy ride
But the clouds are coming back from the south now
And with each wave I get a feeling
That it's all going to be alright

I'm waiting for the first rains of the season
Hoping that just maybe
The heavy part of my soul
Will be washed clean
And I can smile again
Even if it's just for a while

I carry a weight in my heart
But when the breeze blows, I look up
I am stunned by the majesty of the clouds
And of the moon, and the stars
This, I think
Is how I survived for so long
A.Swantalala

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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CUT & GASP

Could I have executed myself but still breathing?
Yes I'm still alive but the voice in my head whispers
often enough to gain control over my mind
Could I have sent a triggering thought to my
mind by going through memory lane ?
Seemingly I had done so unaware.

The trigger

But you can live without them

You know the devil ,the demons and the unspoken word

the silent night that crawls in your bed and leaves a stain

all is fair in love and war ,everyday is a fight of mass murder

i don’t want bullets in my poem so I’ll say what’s more powerful a thought or a gun or is it the words

the words that come out of your mouth.tongues become the sharpest of swords,as they clash over wrong and right.the regret,the bitter,the copper tongue bite

the tears they bring ,pry your fingers off the triggers drop and the guns click

Will you play?

Oh, what a game life is.
Brave are those
who keep playing,
not the ones
watching from the sidelines.

Roll the dice, pick a card,
guess a word—
do whatever it takes.
The rules?
They’re stacked against you.

Spill the real you?
That’s disqualification.
Wearing the mask
gets you to the next round.

Fear takes the wheel,
steering through chaos
on a crowded freeway.
No crashes, but no prize—
just back to start,
to try again.

BUXOM BEAUTYS

The boundless draped
baby blue sky was stitched
with soft
Angel white billowy clouds

Like an unwordly ethereal
being had arranged some
luxurious airy pillows, quilts
for a hard week.

The fairytale green bushes
carried the voluptuous red
mouth watering apples

Looking like edible clown
noses but deliciously
alluring to be savoured

The Eden green spear
shaped shrubbery, protected
and sheltered the

Canine Mentor

Our youngest dog, Indy,
insists on sleeping under the pillow
at my side. How well they’ve trained us,
our hearts I mean.

A Ghost At Host

It all took place in a quiet room
A newlywed bride and her groom,
A lamia showed up at that night,
A bad time and fearsome site.

The fury stirred up and messed the place.
It carve much grief on everyone's face;
The bodies, ripped off, blew the air,
The blood had splattered everywhere.

It stained their young and quiet dreams.
With endless mourns and awful screams.
The cops, who searched, no clue they'd find
The vampire left no grounds behind.

KUNGAN'UKHETH'UKUNGSHIYA KULOMHLABA WOSIZI

IMPILO AY'KAZE YABA NOMUSA KIMI,
SELOKHU WAKHETH'UKUHAMBA WANG'SHIYA,
WANG'SHIYA NGEMBETHE INGUBO EYODWA NOSIZI,
MIHLA NAMALANGA,
NGINOK'BUK'ISTHOMBE SAKHO ZEHLE ZILANDELANA, NGIKHUMBULE,
IZIFISO NEK'SASA EBESIZ'MISELE NGOKULAKHA,KEPHA MANJE,
KONKE SEK'SHABALELE STHANDWASAMI KUNGANI?.

KUNGANI UKHETH'UKUNGSHIYA NGEDWA KULOMHLABA WOSIZI.

"It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" (updated)

After complete, careful searching,
and traveling to pumpkin patches
across the garden verdant land,
Linus discovers one that matches...

A pumpkin patch deeply sincere.
silvery light of the full moon
illuminating what he seeks
and a piano's silken tune.

Haunting strains of true music aired
drifting smoke as Lucy's eyes glistened
Schroder played out his heart and soul
Sodden with lust, Lucy listened.

Seamstress’ Battle Cry

Go to war,
With needle and thread,
Embroider your wounds,
In colours of crimson and red.

Let the scissors and thimble,
Be your weapons of choice,
As you weave tales of triumph,
With every delicate poise.

The mop and the broom,
Shall be your battle gear,
As you sweep away troubles,
And vanquish every fear.

With cutting and grating,
You shall slice through the fray,
And with each knot you tie,
You’ll pave a new way.

Poetic ink

#Poetic_Ink
Earth in standing ovation, life applauding for my renaissance,my journey acquires new tracks, my wings nurtured, setting my territory, both in the sky and upon surfaces of humans,my story begins, warriors and legends competing for characters,

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