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A sad announcement

February 19, 2020

We are deeply saddened by the passing of Jess Tapper (weirdelf). Jess was a founding member, a former member of the Board of Trustees, the first ever Neopoet AEC Chair (in addition to being an eight time AEC/AC member), and most recently, the Director of Workshops and a member of our Cabinet.

We will hold a series of events to memorialize Jess, including:

- Jess Tapper's friends on Neopoet will host a chat room on Saturday, February 22, at 7 pm Eastern (11 am on Sunday, February 23 in Sydney, Australia)

- We've opened our forum -

Andrew & Paul

Legends, Myth and Tall Tales

Dark Side Chat with Geezer presents stories on the wild side. Do you believe in big foot, aliens or ghosts ?
Write a poem about any above subject or your own. This coming Saturday at 8 PM EST.
If you want your poem scrolled please contact Neopoet Chat by private message by Thursday midnight.

Come join our monthly contest read the description below.
Description:This month's contest will be about an EARLY Spring, not just Spring, but an early Spring. It should be thirty lines or less, (one or two more will be allowed). Any form, it must be about anticipated, wished for or actual. From any viewpoint; yours, children, animals, ect. Prewritten poems are allowed but must conform too parameters.

January 2020 Contest Results

Congratulations to the winner: Sparrow 42
Please visit the winning poem here:

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

Election Results (February 2020)

We would like to cordially welcome the new members of the 26th Administrative Council:

Alan S Jeeves, AC Chair

And, in alphabetical order:

c lynn brooks
Roscoe Lane

Please join us in congratulating the new AC and wishing them the best for the upcoming term.

AC Election: Announcement (January 2020)

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

Roscoe Lane
Miranda Ortiz
Edna Sweetlove
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:


The stream (all workshops)

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



Too many have gone down
that unpaved winding country road
that John sang about one day
they've left me carrying their load
till my shoulders shake and sway.

Some of them I only knew
by their lyrics or their verse
which have stayed here in my heart
like treasures locked within a purse
and they'll likely never part.

The throng which once preceded me
has grown smaller with each bend
where they passed from my failing sight
as their journey reached its end
and they reached that final end.

The Black Stranger

I am the black stranger Death standing in your path,
My face clouded by plumes of frozen rancid breath,
With enough sour tooth-odour to terminate your taste buds,
My blood-seeping eyes staring at you in your dying hour.

I have ascended from my rotting grave to take you away
To aeons of hideous screaming agony and pain;
By pagan rites have I been summoned from Hades
Let your soul bellow in raw terror at what lies in wait.

Be Gone Before the Dawn

You may stay, today, she'd say,
I'm sleeping all alone;
My man is far away, you see,
I keep my curtains drawn.

But now you're here, your body near,
A lover from the past;
And so we are alone, I fear,
A wicked spell is cast.

Then if I might stay here tonight,
Thought I (though It was wrong);
I loved her long ago, alright,
I've loved her all along.

I'll Kick Tomorrow

I’ll Kick Tomorrow

As for today, change my blessed beliefs? No way Jose´.
I’ll just slay a few more, then when I bolt my door
It’s cold turkey baby

I’ll kick tomorrow

I’ll consider the sorrow
I’ve been delivering each ‘morrow

I’ll kick tomorrow

Habit on the run
habit having so much fun
acting sank
really having plenty in the tank
circles on back
and flanks us every time
turning our resolve on a dime
taking focus off the
severity of our crimes
so we can get off again

Dream On...

Hairy Brute, eyes of yellow
Shining in the night
Wandering there, in the meadow
Giving me a fright

It stalks my camp, making low growls
Sits in the piney wood
It scares the wolves, stopping their howls
I know it means no good

What it intends, I don't really know
I hope it goes away
The night is passing, oh so slow
I can't wait for the break of day

planetary alignment

at some point, we are all fools in love.
we all have our first heartbreak
and know the sorrows and torment from the lack of reciprocation.
but watching your former love, fall for another,
is different
mars was my first love,
and i would not rid of myself of his burgundy radiance for years.
then i found his moon and fell for him.
his push and pull was crushing, yet solace in a universe of ache.
but the moon was pulled from my orbit.
the absence of his pale light left my early mornings in the dark

My Night at the Opera

My season tickets have arrived.
Great seats at the price
of football tickets, except
they are opera season tickets.

Yes, Don Giovanni is on the playlist,
as well as the Queen of Opera, Carmen.
What is so great about Don Giovanni,
other than that the music written
by Mozart is divine?

Ah, Bizet’s Carmen! Such a lovely,
brown Gipsy biscuit she is!
I can forgive her for bringing doom upon
her soldier boy, Jose,
but what can one say about that oversexed
Don Giovanni?

Smile and be Happy

as long as you can
Shed a tear
that also of joy
O woman
O man

life is full
of endless pains
why add more
for no purpose
nor gains

love life
as it comes along
live each day happily
as long as to this Earth
we all belong

live a life
full of happiness
sing a sweet song

Dear Jess

Your critique was as sandpaper.
smoothing my poetry's jagged edges
so that they might emerge better than ever;
In your ruthlessness, I saw true kindness.

You laid my valued works in your furnace,
though its raging flame burned my fame,
but each came out purer, more of a masterpiece;
mending my scorched glory and fixing my shame.

They have been tempered, and now shine like gold;
and your splendorous unquenchable light,
of nobility was always my foothold
on my pathway to this literary height

Lonely Speck

Feel the distance inside
and the wounds of a sphere
that is spinning aimlessly.
Stay with me and hold my hand
while staring at the blue mirror above
in a free fall...
And make a wish to leave it all behind.

Why are those dreams so lonely?
Why are those fears so empty?
When everything falls from sight
darkness is everything
and beyond
the outer light molds our feelings
in a fist of clay.


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