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Congratulations to this week’s winner  Sen99

 

Disambiguation

 

When sinking in the mire
Water muddy with confusion
Meaning disappears into a black swamp
Redundant words drown in brain fog
Uncertain ground too soft to stand on

When you struggle with meaning
Look at a loved one’s face
Study their facial muscles
Lips pursed, the nose upturned
The eyes have it,
The smile knows it.

Don’t look for a clear explanation
Instead try anti disambiguation
And if you know what that means
Then climb a mountain of baked beans
All those 57 varieties,
Each one the same bloody bean!

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When it rains

It drops and roll
Like beads from a maiden's waist
Leaves dancing to the roofs beat
Young petals peeping through the soil face
Smile on every thirsty soul
Children's singing to its wet Melody
But not to all does it share it limited smile
What if accompanied by it's violent friend
Falling houses and trees
This kind of drops we dread
Separating people from their properties
But still we call it rain
Bringer of gain and vain

THE PHANTOM'S TALE.

"Oh! woe is me" the phantom wailed
As through ghostly halls his head he trailed:
"Oh! woe, Oh! woe, thrice woe again,
Eternally walking these halls of pain.
These walls wherein I met my doom
Hacked down in prime as flower in bloom.
You ask what crime deserves such fate
I'll tell a tale sad to relate.

Forbidden Love

She told me she'd love me till the end of time,
I never knew it'd be in a haste to take what's mine.
Did it really have to end the way it did?
Meeting you was the most beautifully
inconvenient mistake I've ever made,
I enjoyed all the memories made.

Just us, beyond.

In any moment, our love would ignite, Consciousness merging, hearts beating as one.
You'd be my solace, my guiding light, the only face I'd see in crowded night.
My thoughts would revolve around you alone,
Possessiveness starring, my love grown.
Why couldn't it be just us, I'd implore.
Longing to be the only one you adore,
Would you stay with me, promise me the world?
Save me from the darkness, be my unfurled.
You're the sole owner of my heart's beats,

Stay!

STAY
Stay with me
Get my heart pumping
Tell me I'm enough and
Embrace me

Come back
Undo my death
Restore my breath
And make me whole again

Unchain me
Destroy these shackles
Free me from this torture
My dashing anti-hero

Be mine
Sweep me off my feet
Be my knight in shining
armour
Make me swoon

Resurrect me
Bring me to life with
Your electric touch
Be my Frankenstein
I'll be your monster

Oceans of Love

Love is a weapon
Plundering borders
Without passport
Destroying your sanity

Love is a fig
An inverted flower
Invaded by the wasp
Smelling the aroma

Love is a verb
A four letter word
When you’re tongue-tied
To riposte

Love is a long bow
And slowly pulling
Flying the distance
Thinking in centuries

Love is a storm
Coming like a hurricane
Counter clockwise
Spiralling into one

Love is a phoenix
As Rumi says
That no birdcage
Can incarcerate

Menace

My body is a menace.
Stands in the way of progress only to be hated by the runners of this here planet
My body ,only seeking refuge from the stares
Secretly they desire to squeeze and feel and discover it,
While all the while criticizing it's colour shape and essence
This body...a menace, only when I give you power over it

The Phoenix

You can knock me down
Twist your knife in my back
You can have all the power
But it's conviction you lack

You can broadcast my crimes
Exploit my every weakness
I have no doubt you'll try
There's no point you'll miss

As I wind up on my knees
For the hundred millionth time
You'll think you've won, but
Life just isn't that sublime

You can't break my heart
I've already slammed that door
Your bullet to the heart
Won't damage my armor

Alone in time

we stand alone along a steadfast row
alone we come alone we go
my rib curve like a circular bow
alone sometimes we need to grow
flying at night like a lonely crow
facing heavy storms on our own
crowds vanish like art on a stone
who do we know that's all alone
chasing blessings for we are known
small minded people act all grown
knowing the world but can't relate
we all alone to this date
alone in time we'll reach our fate
alone with faith reaching heavens gate

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