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AC Election: Announcement (January 2020)

Our election begins today, with the following individuals on the ballot:

Roscoe Lane
scribbler
Miranda Ortiz
Edna Sweetlove
Shanmugam
Alan S Jeeves
c lynn brooks

The election will continue until Saturday, February 1st (5 pm Eastern Time).

You may view the voting guide (and candidates may update their responses) here: https://www.neopoet.com/community/vote/guide

Ballot: https://www.neopoet.com/community/form/3042

January Contest Announcement!

Open to all members
Start/end date: Wednesday, January 1, 2020 to Tuesday, January 28, 2020
Objectives:
Welcoming in the new year or ushering out the old

Contest description:
Since it is a new year let's write about either the beginning of the new year or the end of the old. Must be in quatrains but doesn't have any other restriction other than length. Please keep poem under 9 quatrains

December 2019 Contest Result

Congratulations to the winner: Geezer
Please visit the winning poem here:
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/what-trip-december-contest

Thank you to all participants for entering this past contest and all contests.

Announcement

The Neopoet Administrative Council and Trustees announces the formation of the Cabinet. This body will work closely with the AC and the Trustees. The AC will continue focusing on policy, on approving new Advocates, and managing disputes between members, and will continue to have final authority in those areas, even in the event a dispute involves a Cabinet member. The Cabinet will be focused on day-day management of volunteer positions, such as the Guides and Workshop programs, on managing our social media program, and when relaunched, on our chat program.

It is with great pleasure to announce that the following individuals have been chosen to represent Neopoet in the Cabinet:

Jonathon (pugilist) as the chair of the Cabinet
Paul as co-chair of the Cabinet
Mark as secretary to the Cabinet
Jess (weirdelf) as our Workshop Coordinator
Guy (Geezer) as our Community Outreach Director
Tonya as our Social Media Expert

Please help us in congratulating these individuals who represent the ideals, values, and strengths that we believe will move Neopoet into the future.

Open Nomination Period

The open nomination period for the next Administrative Council is underway:

Nominate yourself or any other member for the AC at: https://www.neopoet.com/community/vote/nominate

Nominations are accepted until midnight Eastern Time, Friday, December 27th.

We expect the election will follow shortly after the close of the nomination period.

The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

And God Looked Down And Smiled

Endless days' relentless bombardment laid the Somme landscape waste;
Shells by the million, a devastating deathly doom-laden din,
Craters filled with rotting bodies, men and horses,
United in indifferent, undifferentiated bestial meaninglessness;
And the helpless soldiers sang and prayed in the company of the dead.
If there were, if there really were, a god in bloody Heaven,
Surely he would have bent a holy ear, opened his holy eyes?
But no, in his wisdom he let it all happen.
Free will, old boy, don't you know?

Staring into empty space, staring above

They say we all breathe deeply the same air.
Are we or are we not the children of the same life?
Somewhere far away, where even snails carry their burden with pride,
a fossil Sun is shining for the dead as well.
If what we can’t see, can’t hear and can’t feel does not exist,
the astral explosions,
the galaxies lost beyond the horizon
and the fever of lovers who are being consumed by nothing at all
don’t exist either.
We all carry our past like tired snails,
by ourselves or in pairs, we hold hands or hold our breath,

Hope in it's glory (jan contest)

The old year ended
so glad to see it leave
the new year extended
this was to much to believe

Looking ahead
my only relief
scattered and dead
like an old fall leaf

nothing there but a tunnel of light
how to get through
this was my plight
hope will surely ring loud and true

If War was Tommorow

The skies' would turn black and darken the sky
Mad rushes of people will scream and cry
Time would stop, Im not going to lie,
We'd see the depression return.
How would we get by?
No sunlight, no one in sight
No one knowing how to make things right
Starring out the window into the frightening night
Gazing at the planes' as they start to take flight.
Hundreds of heavy boots stomping down the road
ordering civillians to hide and stay low
Terrified children gathering around slow

The Others May Go

The paths all maunder
In herds of the crowds and in flocks such as these
Some aimlessly saunter
For long! So far! As far’s the eye sees

One notices certainly, though I’m not one to say
The vestiges left by the passerby
They stretch ‘fore the eye all the way, all the way
The hooves in the sand- they’re remembered by

Afore them’s the trace of some elder- for sure
Had traipsed down this trail- a century ago
The people; their path is depicted before
And all that is left is for them to just -go!

How Edna's Pussy Does The Moonlight Frog Dance

Sitting by the frog pond
In the cool moonlight
Of a summer's eve,
Listening to the nocturnal croaks
From the bullrushes,
I wait for my prey,
Silently.

A movement spied, and I leap and
The slimy creature is in my grasp.
See! With an elegant paw-flick,
It sails through the air
To land where my waiting claws
Are ready for fun and games.
For me, anyway.

Reading and Analysis of Poetry (not a poem)

Reading and Analysing Poetry

As a poet when you read your peers poetry is it a quick read, instant opinion and move on? Do you really think about the content of the poem, the technique, how well crafted it is. What the message really is? Do you tick like because the poet posted a poem, and make gushing comments without too much real thought? Or do you read it several times, really analyse the piece and make constructive comments? Do you hope that people will take time and trouble with reading your poetry to give it the attention it deserves?

A father of a son

A father of a son
Wonderful to see
A person that look just like me
On the day he was born
Where promises
I vowed to keep

Truth and honor
Are the only drugs
He will see

I am the father of a son
His teacher of a life complete
Sometimes I take for granted
The quiet conversations in things that he needs

Questions about life
Questions about dreams
I reply you are my son be all that you can be
When you become a father
Truth and honor
Will always give you peace

I remember You

Perchance have we met
perhaps on another plain

your voice I remember
but the face is not the same

Per chance have we met
in another world afar
I remember the voice
but know not who you are

in soft vibrations humming
I hear your voice whisper in the
overhead wires
the sound is the same
but the image will not remain

who then are you and where are you now
I remember the voice
yet images escape somehow

Voices I knew,seem to ring true
images blur to what we once were

Hummingbirds and Cacti (a brief rewrite)

Cactus Flowers

I wish my cactus flowers you could see;
They have attracted hummingbird and bee.
One tiny bird, long-beaked, throat brightly red,
Just paused--and then looked down at me and said:
“Yum, yum, I like this blossom’s nectar fine;
I . . . hic! . . . no longer mind the cactus spine.”

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