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Bright Side Chat with c lynn brooks

Come into Chat, mix and mingle with your host, c lynn brooks from 3 PM to 4 PM Eastern Time, Tuesday through Friday.
The topics will be open, and on the bright side as we deal with the existing world wide dilemma.
Grab a snack and a friend and come on in.

Description:The contest this month offers you the golden opportunity to showcase a wonderful thing- your favorite book
Objectives:To drool over your favorite book. Work should be up to (or not much over) 36 lines. Any form
Subject matter:Your favorite book to date, any kind of book. Please post book title at the end of poem

https://www.neopoet.com/contest/march-contest-favorite-book

February 2020 Contest Winner

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

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/early-visit-february-contest

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

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 - https://www.neopoet.com/forum/weirdelf

Andrew & Paul

The stream (all workshops)

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#What doctors say: Stay Home_Stay Safe

Let's see what else can we do
Other than locked down:

Maybe reading more
About this crowned thing
Called Corone;
How does it behave,
How does it's behavior
continuously change,

However, let not this take your whole time,
Remember not to forget
to keep in touch,

Reach friends and neighbors
Through the safe distance
Or through the phone.

Night is Young

Every night
before I sleep
get a feeling
am young still

as I slumber deep
can no more sleep
with open eyes
i sweep across my life
as it passes by

Then I twist and twirl
my body says stay still

no one knows
whether I am alive
my night passes
steadily
hoping I will live

Though deaf
I can hear clearly
the sun's rays
smile at me

Sleeping Beauty...

That was your lamp I saw last night
The one that dimly glowed
Prayed to tell, that you were sleepless
As was I, on Dreamland's road

Too much wine and not enough
I could drink no more
Sleep was a fleeting fancy
As I stood, outside your door

I could hear you softly breathing
At least, I thought I could
I imagined more, as I closed my eyes
I might wake you; think I should?

No, rejection was too likely
I was feeling bad enough
No, just hide my disappointment
I guessed, I'd just hang tough

Faulty Memory

I saw my old neighbor down the street;
He talked about his health and that
His once clear mind had turned to rust—
Which I could tell by his chit-chat . . . .

And then I mentioned Grummelman.

"Who’s Grummelman," he asked perplexed,
His eyes submerged in blankest stare.
I told him how Clyde Grummelman
Was now beyond all earthly care—

"Good ol’ Clyde Grummelman," I mused.

LONELY

I am as lonely as the strand of white hair
on the head of a little boy.

Visible but not seen,
Outspoken but not heard.

I am lonely as the strand of white hair
on the head of a little boy.

IN THIS DREAM

In this dream
You
Are a grave diggers winter
Fighting for your corpse
With a ghost
While a billion tiny caskets
Take your particle of god
To give your muslin shroud
A single stitch
So your slobbering desires
And your eminent domain
Can turn your
Formulaic tears
To pitch

That's Heaven for Me

You imagine you are running up on a cliff.
So green and nice.
No one else,
No worries.
Just sky, maybe a few mountains,
And mist in the distance you can get lost in.
No troubles can reach you.

You want to stay in that place as long as you can.
That’s heaven for me.

All you can see is the world doing its thing
right in front of you
You can just sit there and watch

The clouds float,
It’s like a journey to Neverland,
That’s my peace.

rekindled memories

I remember
a long walk down a boardwalk
the wind blew cold
long blonde hair obscured my view

There was warmth in your smile
a soft urgency in your touch
and you were beautiful

so how was I to know
there was another
and I was left to play
the fool
after giving all of my heart and soul

I think of you still
and remember

The Ides of March...

Be wary of the Ides of March
So said the Speaker of the House
Your attitude is atrocious
They're calling you a louse

A little late, said the President
The Ides have already passed
But his party got together
To try and save his ass

His party held him with open arms
They didn't bring their knives
And so he used his dubious charms
To play with people's lives

FOREST

Forest,
A single tree doesn't make you.

Sometimes I convince myself that I am enough,
I raise my shoulders and charge like a battalion.

But I'm just a tree surrounded by grasses
A single tree doesn't make a forest.

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