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Election Results

We would like to cordially welcome the new members of the 24th Administrative Council:

IRiz, AC Chair

And, in alphabetical order:

Geezer
themoonman

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

AC Election (October 2018)

Our election continues with the following individuals on the ballot:

Geezer
Barbara Writes
IRiz
themoonman
Roscoe Lane

The election concludes on Friday, October 19th (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

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Recipe for Escape

Ingredients:

suitcases
photo albums
quick wit
a new space that is comfortable to breathe in, raise other beings in, and nurture pets and your spirit in.
Sprinklings of humor to shake on it all when it gets to be too much. Mason jars of self-appreciation and worth to open in an emergency, if these qualities are forgotten and old patterns resurrected.

Preparation:

Spank Us Mommy... October contest

This ball of dirt, water and air
Is all we have to cling to
All of the life; skin, scales and hair
We have nowhere else to move to

Let's not foul our water and food
Just to make some of us rich
Keep it clean, brighten our mood
Remember, Mother can be a real bitch

On the threshold [Sunku]

silence
surrounded
gentle footsteps

open
palm anxious
receptacle

craving
maiden touch
of fluffy white

THE FUTILITY OF ROCKS

rocks don't care
all stubble and stones
a difficult geometry
so if they don't fit
they are hammered
and
crushed to rubble
jammed together to make virile walls
and if stabbed with swords
care not about
torn bellies and broken necks
soaking them crimson rust
or drowned nautilus
beneath the sea

humans
have futility in common with rocks
except that everything
girds and gnaws
at their belligerent sensitivity

Forbidden Love

What delight Lot heard in his sleep,
Whose daughters drone like whales,
Who wash their thighs in depths
Within the Caves of Zoar!

Rushing trains buckle deeper
Into the labyrinth’s core;
The hot breaths from the tunnels,
The chanting iron and ore-
Of what, Lot, do you dream?

Love with Sabine stare will
Seize the concubines of desire;
Love will show the spot
Where stray men spray their liquid
For a snapshot of holy fire!

The Emancipated Poets of a Wild Continent

My vision of romanticism now lies
in their mercilessly longing eyes

It’s been just very recent
that I came across these two Romantics
one admiring death on the beach
and making love with a wild imagery
The other into more aggressively sexual
erotic poetry and equally anonymous too

I am a combination of these two
Perhaps a twin of each
in past generations of unknown births,
but a fact that I am equally
if not more romantic aesthetically being
perhaps certainly a bit elder to both

IN THE HOUSE OF DRAGOOL...sexual content xxx

in a veiled world
i am light like a feather
disembodied
lightening in a bottle
everything here is alive with madness

jeering walls and chairs chatter
like wise cracking gangsters
always sporting for a fight

blood tulips cry and sing
rise and wither
and rise again
loop dancers move from rhythms of light
there are many kingdoms here

pleasure - pain

creased forehead
heightened breath
flared nostrils
quivering lips
taut muscles
gentle spasms
bitten lip
flushed face
sweat beads
thrashing limbs
nail paint
frantic pace
shaking head
disheveled hair
eyes express
almost there
can't wait....

oh dear
words blurted
while drafting
a duet

second thoughts
picture perfect
pleasure / pain

Transformed

my new Saturn hit a fender not to mention what I render
gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze today I'm a mouse in a maze
beauty sad I a word of reason from the changing of the season
implore the most feature gathered together fret not the weather
falling said I thing of evil a cross for devil chase back the trouble
unite are hearts transformed from the middle playing second fiddle

Thunder In the Tundra

Like a night without stars
I wonder where you are

I feel the cold
All the way in my bones

Like a tree without leaves
The way my heart grieves

You never answer
Your phone, anymore

Cause it’s thunder in the tundra
And I’m feeling twice as lost
It’s trouble now on trouble
I feel like I’m losing the coin toss

Like I’m in a country far from home
And I’m all alone

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