August 6, 2008

August 6, 2008

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The Mentoring Program:

The Mentoring Program was introduced on January 30th of this year.  This program helps you to improve your work by creating a creative relationship with the mentor chosen which can guide you on the site.

The relationship between a mentor and protégé writer is personal. A mentor can help you to improve the literary shape of your works, improves your poetry style, offers suggestions where your work needs some polish or can as well help you with the problems you get in contact within the site’s rules or tips.

The list of current mentors may be found here – http://www.neopoet.com/advocates/list/mentors

If you like and you think that your texts need an improving help, feel free to ask for a mentorship program and you can choose from the list above a mentor. After you see your mentor’s profile then you can request for an application to start a professional relationship with the mentor you choose, by clicking “Request a mentor relationship with username” on the link from mentor’s profile.

Pay attention that a mentor has a limited number of openings and you can apply only for the mentors that have free slots.

Best wishes to all!

Submitted by mark on 3 August 2008 - 12:50pm..

She is the rain for this working mans pain,

the sweat and the heat – a relief … and I’m lucky

for surprises so right

like what she does when I no longer can

near the end of the day

the redneck day …

every day.

Submitted by Rett on 3 August 2008 - 4:11am.

As reported all over the TV and Radio:
Exxon/Mobile posted a record second quarter profit of 11.68 billion dollars on a total revenue off 138 Billion dollars. This means they made $1,485.55 per second.
My God, isn’t this terrible? They are making money hand over fist! Another quarter of RECORD PROFITS!

Submitted by rider68 on 2 August 2008 - 11:57am.

Sorry I haven’t been around much of late, to those of you that may be concerned as to why I haven’t commented,

It’s nothing personal, just that work has been very demanding of late, feeling quite washed out,

So I’m taking a short break, only a week, hopefully may find some inspiration to write something on my return,

Through a day of dirt, and haze, and rain,
These Ohio trees, I tell you friend,
Sure can put their sway on me,
Could talk me in to anything.
And when the biting, clawing day is done,
I scoff and take the long way home,
Even after bottles tall are dry,
When all the time is lost,
I’ve won.

-ns

External Poet

Novel
By Arthur Rimbaud

“I.

No one’s serious at seventeen.
—On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need
—You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.

Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;
The wind brings sounds—the town is near—
And carries scents of vineyards and beer…

II.

—Over there, framed by a branch
You can see a little patch of dark blue
Stung by a sinister star that fades
With faint quiverings, so small and white…

June nights! Seventeen!—Drink it in.
Sap is champagne; it goes to your head…
The mind wanders; you feel a kiss
On your lips, quivering like a living thing…

III.

The wild heart Crusoes through a thousand novels
—And when a young girl walks alluringly
Through a streetlamp’s pale light, beneath the ominous shadow
Of her father’s starched collar…

Because as she passes by, boot heels tapping,
She turns on a dime, eyes wide,
Finding you too sweet to resist…
—And cavatinas die on your lips.

IV.

You’re in love off the market till August.
You’re in love.—Your sonnets make her laugh.
Your friends are gone, you’re bad news.
—Then, one night, your beloved, writes…!

That night … you return to the blinding cafés;
You order beer or lemonade…
—No one’s serious at seventeen
When lindens line the promenade.”

Editor’s Commentary by Marius Surleac

Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud (October 20, 1854 – November 10, 1891) was a French poet, born in Charleville. His influence on modern literature, music and art has been enduring and pervasive. Arthur Rimbaud is one of the greatest French writers.

I choose this poem because is a very expressive one and talks by a moment from the life’s pathway we all pass – the seventeen ages. The poem is pointing that fact that at this age many of us, as Rimbaud mentioned in the poem, are passionate. We have desires, the feelings for the beloved reach high peaks of love’s frequency spectra. But the poem has a nice depiction of the background filled with passion in the city of love, in the season of burning desires.

The final is intentioned used to point out that though at this age there are plenty of warm feelings, nothing is serious – but joy and childish things fixed in the landscape of age’s characteristics.

The Week’s Most Popular Poem (by votes)
By Rett

My Mothers House

Standing alone in mother’s house
Wondering what I could do,
Memories flooding my brain
Shaking me through and through.

Working from light ‘til dark
Making sure we were fed.
Her face in the evening light
Tucking us into bed.

Standing in mother’s house
Knowing she’ll not return.
Sorrow heavy within my heart
Eyes starting to burn.

Winters were cold and summers hot
She was fast with a switch!
We could be brats, but when we hurt,
Her hugs came as quick!

Alone in my mother’s house 
Staring at tear filled hands.
Did she hear me say I love her
That I’m her biggest fan?

There’ll be no more stories
The ones we loved to hear.
No more new memories
Of the mother we held dear.

Alone in my mother’s house
Wondering how I got there.
How poor we will all be
Without her voice gracing the air.

Sitting alone in mother’s house
Wondering how I’ll stand the pain.
Outside the sky is weeping
The sound of gentle rain.

http://www.neopoet.com/node/12585

Forum Topic burning discussions

Venturing my eyes on the forum I’ve just saw that Michael Landau started a opened discussion about one particular action that he seems he didn’t found on the site: the criticism upon literary works. Is the criticism on Neopoet improving your works or not. How do you comment, what is your opinion about that? If you have something to say, feel free and enter the next link:

http://www.neopoet.com/forum/12523

Forum topic

If anyone has issues that can’t be solved or if there are technical problems it is better to discuss on forum your problems at the Technical page: http://www.neopoet.com/Forums/Community-Leaders/Technical-0

As well, if you have improving ideas we’re welcome to hear your opinions by posting a new forum topic.

Editor’s Choice
By Darya

This crowd is drunk

With the wine of self

Undesirable poetry

Grows profusely where it’s not wanted

And I am in search of love

Still

Every night I come to tavern

Like I have no other place to go

A bitter poison vitiates and corrupts my mind

I drink it with the roots of my soul

And I am in search of love

Still

Each time that I open this door

I walk through a seemingly endless time

Of no beginning and no ending

It is the absence of truth

And I am in search of love

Still

aka Darya

Opened chat

Today Chrystalie welcomes us with a free live chat where you’ll enjoy the discussion:

http://www.neopoet.com/node/12595

Also be free to enter Rett’s Ramblings chat about the power of words, which will start on Wednesday (three days are left):

http://www.neopoet.com/node/12610

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