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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

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

The stream (all workshops)

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

 

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 Knew Him Not, I Know Him Now (Englyn Penfyr)

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 lives 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).

Corrupted Hopes

Just let us paint the shadows
time and again,
and put a smile on those colors
to grin at their reflection.
No one has to know the struggle within,
there’s a secret and each of us knows -
just put a smile on your reflection.

Sell us hopes and smoke the mirrors
where they rest in perfect symmetry,
don’t let them go astray!
The past and the future melt into a single grin,
and you can sell us hopes, from time to time,
to hold the pains at bay.

Desire

Melanin skin
Flawlessly glowing
Blazing wintertime
Set fire to my heart

Alstatian

Twas a dark and bitter night
My breath froze in front of me
Droplets scarring the snow below
Just a little further to go

With each step, I paused
Only to hear footfalls behind
Slowly I turned, but no one was there
A cold breeze circled and raised every hair

Suddenly the moon grew eerily bright
A silhouette drifted from its silver strands
As it weaved throughout the trees
I held my breath, hoping it wouldn't see

Blues Busted by the GD Sunshine

Blues busted by the GD sunshine 2/14/2020
You want to talk about a bad day? I got my blues busted by the goddamned sunshine! By the GD sunshine!! Leave me alone you nosy bastard. I had a perfectly good funk going down, Samuel.

We All Have Our Ends In The Band

The King’s ministry is a traveling star,
irradiate with warrior alien mail coats
Hidden histories, black verse and hymns

one knows better to throw
to the fire and roast.

And the only refrain is a laughing murmur,
and a yellow man clapping in traffic.

Subterranean dynasties,
thing against thing
the King devouring his foes

Stripped and heaving
by quivering candelabra,
pulsing in eldritch shadows.

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