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August 2020 Contest Announcement

Tell us about your expirience during this pandemic
Poem can range from 12 to 32 lines. Written in any style
For more information please visit:

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/pandemic

Remember to have fun and good luck to all contestants!

July 2020 Contest Winner

Congratulations to the winner: C Lynn Brooks
Please visit the winning poem here:

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/legend-his-time-july-contest

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

July 2020 Contest Announcement

Tell us about your most memorable outdoor concert.
Poem can range from 12 to 32 lines. Written in any style
For more information please visit:

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/concert-remember

Remember to have fun and good luck to all contestants!

June 2020 Contest Winner

Congratulations to the winner: Lavender
Please visit the winning poem here:

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/spoonerism-june-contest

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

 

Message from The Administrative Council

The current (26th.) Neopoet AC has been privileged to be able to work alongside the Trustees and Cabinet of a wonderful poetry workshop site providing a great learning opportunity for all poets, established or new.
 

We can assure members that, during our administration, we have worked hard to help make Neopoet a strong, safe, and fun place to be and we shall strive to create a better environment for all.
 

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We Dream Pandemic* (AUGUST CONTEST)

*Of an unforeseen tomorrow
we all forget life is cyclic
dread the current Covid 19
did they also not worry
of Spanish Flu in 1918

millions vanished many became victims of TB
yet for over a 100 years we still live
with TB Cancer AIDS and HIV/STD'S
millennia has lapsed haven't found a panacea
to fight any or all disease nor will ever we

The Deadly Forest Sprite (a tragic fairy tale)

The Deadly Forest Sprite
(a tragic fairy tale)

Through open fields and meadows,
carried by his eager steed,
crossing bridges, narrow streamlets,
he rode on at urgent speed.

In the forest, in a clearance
ringed by aspen, oak, and thorn,
stood a crumbling fieldstone castle,
looking vacant and forlorn.

Neighing, as though in fond greeting,
his mount now ceased to race.
Looking upward, there he saw her—
oh, how lovely was that face!

Enough!

Enough!

pain...
like electricity
shooting through
to nerve endings
pulsating,
insideous and raw
until all I can think of is
pain...
joints on fire
from shoulder to finger tips,
back to hips
to knees!
these target areas
blaze in agony
fibromyalgia
and psoriatic arthritis...
when is it enough!???

Planet Nowhere

Planet nowhere is a distant place
days pass by without a trace
people scatter to and fro
why they are here
they do not know
what is the purpose of our being
when we are given eyes unseeing

When we are given ears
that hear no sound
yet voices linger all around

Planet nowhere is a lonely place
we are here one day
then leave no trace

Living A Nightmare (August Contest)

Eyes open yet blank
impervious to what's going on
questions without answers
why me,
steeped in the stigma
of being treated like an untouchable?

The cobwebs on the ceiling
threatening to strangle me in their web
whir of the fan alike whisper of a witch
while I swing with the pendulum
between now and eternity.

Feeding on spoonfuls of hope
swallowing fear, betraying it
struggling to break free
of the silence, the brooding, the ignominy
imprisoning me.

Ouroboros

Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life

Ouroboros
Is the burden of life, the freedom of death

If the moonlight starts to die, the sunlight fades away
Dark is all that is left until we start another day

The glowing stars at night, the cosmic maps that they display
Guides me to the inner demon inside my mind I portray

He burrows deep inside my bones as they decay
inside my mortal body I am no longer safe to stay

Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life

The world we live in

Abuse,denial,pain
This world this place gloomy like rain
Does anyone in the world care?
There’s death and murder everywhere
These thoughts shoot through me to my head
I always lie awake in bed
Thinking of this horrid place
There’s always tears upon my face
Blood drips down from above
Our spirits hell none a dove
Suicide,homoside, racism, murder
This place it burns who is our herder?
Who’ll take charge?
Who’ll change this place?
To put a small lie on our face
We’ll need a savior to forgive

WE ARE BUT READERS

Did you find life in those pages you flipped?
I have read them from cover to cover too
There is but, the variety in letters
In words and in numbers.
In fonts and in contents,
In color and in shapes.
And then you see it clearly,
There is not one difference
A book is a book,
Papers covered with colored back
And we are readers!

Just a Reminder All Poets

Such truth
you all have
spoken

now I post
lesser poems

aging slowly
inching towards
unknown heaven

shall miss this
Only Paradise
when up there
miserably

but I will only then
an air bubble be

so just remember me

all humanity
I always
loved thee

Supremely
Lovingly
Hopefully

even those
who once loved me

k i c k e d
me
'coz

God if there is one
knows
only humans can be hollow
not animals

Adam and Eve in Modern Times

Adam, my heart be broken
I fell upon your love
You fell upon mine, so it seemed

Two important lovers
Entwined forever
In a Myth

It was you who wanted me gone, you Bastard
You gave me the drink
I thought it was a Spritz

Alas, we are both still here
I’m not speaking to you anymore
We’ll never be famous now
Maybe just on facebook?

The end.

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