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July 2020 Contest Announcement

Tell us about your most memorable outdoor concert.
Poem can range from 12 to 32 lines. Written in any style
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Remember to have fun and good luck to all contestants!

June 2020 Contest Winner

Congratulations to the winner: Lavender
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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.

June Contest 2020 Announcement

Come make us laugh with one of your poems for this month's contest!
Any type poetry that ranges from 12 to 32 lines .
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Remember to have fun and good luck to all contestants!

May 2020 Contest Winner

Congratulations to the winner: Teddy15
Please visit the winning poem here:

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

The stream (all workshops)

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Look To My Back

Look To My Back

If you look to my back
A story you would see
The hardships I endured
Moments I put my family before me
Moments my freedom was more important

If you look to my back
You will see moments less than a human I became
Moments less than a man I became
Times I hesitated because family was more important
A tree illustrated from the lashes
A design of my pain, ownership and pride

All is Well In My World

There’s a lot to see under the sun
There’s a lot to hear under the moon
Under dark of night creatures sing song of joy
Daylight brings hustle and bustle of daytime

Covid 19 a pandemic arrived
Earth heals in the night.

The flicker of a candle burn bright in the night
Brings delight to eyes that all is well in my world.

cool james brown

james brown was a rocker of alleged great renown
he would get it on up and he would get it on down
he used to claim he was a sex machine and did a lot of boffing
but now his mojo's got rusty and he's rotting in his coffin

It’s Now or Never (JULY CONTEST)

It was an evening I could never forget
Sunset was closing in
The air was fresh from a midsummer breeze
I had a lemonade in hand
Watching the Cadillacs driving by from the sidewalk

Everywhere, people were just enjoying the atmosphere
I walked towards a Gentleman
Playing a guitar outside a barber’s shop
I had to just stand and listen,
He played a tune so familiar
Yet, I couldn't think what it was

Just then, the barber shop door opened
And out he came, the star of the show

Be No Disbeliever-- Disbeliever

be no disbeliever

I never ever want to believe
I had died for 10 minutes
then survived my heart beat revived
of its own

Believe me
you all must apply your mind
A foolish guy told my mom
at 13 I would or should die

a few years on
he passed away
now till 80
I still have my way

Nothing Beyond Beyond
I still say
you all did not read
at least now you may
Corona passes our way
every day

Work It

I was transformed
when I turned sixty-two.
It was effortless, really.
I woke up and another year
was spread across
the end of my bed
like a satin robe...
soft, silky.
I slid into one sleeve,
then the other,
pulling the smoothness
up around my nape
as it whispered
sweet nothings
in my ear,
"You've been expecting me,
I am here."

Yes, Sweet Sixty-Two.
You belong to me, now, Girl.

Sonnet 32

(inspired by Beethoven’s Appassionata Piano Sonata)
Should I write down a song of fervent love,
Perhaps consult some dusty catalog
With names of those whom I had held above
The merits of a banter’s dialogue?
The one, who one day entered my domain,
Was sudden spring in pure sonata form;
My virtuoso she would then remain
To play our souls’ Appassionata storm.
When perfect love ennobles mind and heart,

Psapfo 4 & 5

The hem of her skirts
mouth of the Aegean

the scent of her hair
divine honeyed apples


The sun is dismissed
from the sky

Afroditi kisses
the ankles of Psapfo


You bend words to bid your will
You are the 'punstar', you own the stage.
When you speak it shakes the heavens
The host of the ocean and sea feel your vibe.

The minstrel of cunning arts and con
Like a seamstress with the thread,
Like a puppeteer with the ropes
You have mastered the science of slander.

Truth is a lie told repeatedly
Your beauty is the truest deception;
You have the scepter between your legs,
Your sullen eyes are the abyss in which kings fall.

R.I.P. Whiskey Lullaby

How fitting that it's cloudy
This somber fateful day
The plane rolls down the tarmac
She keeps the tears at bay

She shouldn't really be here
But again, she had to be
One thousand miles traveled
She's here, but where is he

She rents herself a Mustang
Buys herself a map
Gathers her bag and baggage
Tosses on her Packers cap

To the farm, her destination
Down off highway 35
Cursing him within her soul
Cursing him for having died


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