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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.

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/february-contest-1

January 2020 Contest Results

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

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/another-year-january-competition

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
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

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.

The stream (all workshops)

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

 

An Awful History of a Land of Avarice

Founded by a ragbag motley crew of
English, Irish, French, Dutch and the rest,
absent landlords, plundering slavers, religious rebels
clutching bibles to their righteous bellies.

Independent thanks to ministers of incompetence
in London and a moron German king of England
whose puny plans to quash colonial insolence
were foiled by treacherous French hypocrisy.

The Train's Last Stop (English Penfyr)

i saw her on the train track - standing there
her hair hung down her bent back
hands around a small white sack

she held a broken fiddle - mystery
her history a riddle
just standing in the middle

alone at that old crossroad - lost, she weeps
keeps lifting that heavy load
she has lost the secret code

whatever happened to her - i wonder
then thunder causes a stir
is she going to endure

whistles scream then comes the rain -thunders slam
i am attacked by her pain
as she embraces the train

The Ghost Skater

After years of searching for a separate reality;
toiling with instructions, forsaking origami
and sweating under the hood of my 65 Chevy,
I fell on black ice cracking - I’m cracked

Breathing the flow of lonely music.
Wearing a white canvas suit, tied up.
I will never let them know, but they know
that this ghost skater knows to look inside;
the inside of the inside of the inside.
How deep could it go? Down the
rabbit’s lonely hole...

Sitting and Thinking About Women and Men

There is a thing about Maple Leaves
That make them better than Oak Leaves
The Oak trees know this and are jealous
The Maples know this and quietly wish the Oaks well
People are split in their affiliations
The trees have a much deeper, quieter nature
The Oaks maintain their dignity, grace and sense of humor
by using their jealousy to fuel their drive to be
the greatest trees in the forest
that will be the second choice of the lumberman.

A child here heaven does call, - shall be brave
Souls must save, fighter stand tall
By virgin hands English fall

Will of God spoken to a girl - precious youth
Witness truth, her fire unfurl
Almighty wrath she now hurls

Fearless, accepting her fate - sad demise
Spirit rise through holy gate
In heaven trust, angels wait

IN MID-WINTER (february contest)

Four straight days of cold hard rain
have set dead beech leaves to quiver.
Will we ever see the sun again?
Thoughts of a walk just makes me shiver
as I look out of the sliding door.

The squirrels, though, don't seem to mind
as they cavort on the century oak.
They go to ground hoping to find
an acorn while winter rains soak
their world from canopy to floor.

The Appaloosa

Bred by Nez Perce tribes
along the Palouse River, your ancestors
gave you those most-pleasing traits.
You spotted horse, with the distinct
sclera, not two of you look quite
alike in markings of the hide—

Once, some stuck-up lover
of another breed scoffed at the sight of you:
“This Indian horse is the only breed
the lamest warrior could catch with ease.”

Is it Time to Grow Old?

The day isn’t as cold as it seemed it would be.
A walk in the sun would be lovely for the dog and me.
She loves the companionship and change of scenery,
will I choose the warm shadows of my sanctuary?
Hidden like usual or
exposed to criticism.
An experience that feeds the spirit doesn’t seem likely
in my mind’s eye.
I don’t trust you fine folks ——— whoever you are,
no sarcasm this time, I’ve been beat down,
But words to the effect of “There is more to heaven

I walk each welcome morning ~ if I can.
I met a man adorning
A cloak, he gave no warning.

No warning of his being ~ not at all,
I heard him call, him seeing
My inhibitions fleeing.

"You may stare with wide fixed eyes" ~ said he now,
"I shall tell how you may rise
With me as I am the wise".

I felt my heart was lifted ~ up above
To where no love has existed
And where my soul had drifted.

Thirst

I thirst!
I thirst for warm blood by the bucketful,
drained from the eviscerated corpses
of meaningless mortals
whose lived were nothing until
I, the mighty Hoggy-Woggy,
ripped out their throats
to slurp out their life's essence!

So, you pathetic creatures of the day,
live in fear of my coming,
and shiver in terror
knowing that after your death
I shall ravish your corpse
(sometimes for a change,
I'll proceed in reverse order
which can be quite a tasty option).

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