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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 -

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.

January 2020 Contest Results

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

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
Miranda Ortiz
Edna Sweetlove
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:


The stream (all workshops)

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


The Equestrian

I encountered a gold palomino
As gentle as gentle could be.
Fresh as a sprinkling of soft snow,
A lady of ladies was she.

She shone like a flame in the sunllght,
Larger than life, as it were,
Almost unerring, but not quite,
I learned about horses from her.

I rode a charcoal grey dapple
Standing some sixteen hands high;
If you fed him a rosy red apple
He'd rear up his fores to the sky.

Springing Eh!

SPRING is like a spring board
about a swimmers pool

Summer is like
the warm swimming pool
here lovers swim to cool

Fall is like Autumn true
when guys fall
like daily they do
all gals and guys now knew

Winter is like a womb
of a lovely woman
creating harmony
between sperm and ovum
then comes out a ROSE

Chateau d’Amour

When sadness nears, invades my heart,
I meet with solace at Chateau d’Amour.
Behind a hedge of roses in full bloom
I seek seclusion from the world’s clamor.

Here is that peaceful wonderland where I,
In dreams of love, raise flags on walls
In colors scarlet as my own heart’s fire,
While Eros giggles in the marble halls.

One day, jealous foes broke walls and turrets,
Burned my concealing hedge of rose and thorn;
Now gone are all my fragile seafoam dreams
And saddened, love must grieve--confused, forlorn.

Englyn Penfyr Rhythm and Metre workshop

Your challenge members of the workshop and anyone else is write one of these post here and click the workshop box at the bottom to find the workshop label.
Let's look at one of my favourite forms

Let's kick things off with something new for most of you, I'm sure. This is one of the least well-known poetry forms--an old Welsh form called the ENGLYN PENFYR. It is syllabic and rhymed in nature, as opposed to metered, but the use of internal crossover rhymes lends it a very rhythmic quality.


Dear life,
How are you doing?
I am writing this letter to you
From the bottom of my heart
I hope you get it as soon as possible

Your cold breeze I have felt before
On a lonely dark night,
The anger of the street
With the companion of ravenous fellows
And innocent destitute

Dear life
You are a good teacher
You’ve thought me well and your ways I have learnt
Though those experiences were not sweet
Like the juice of a bitterleaf

My heart you’ve shifted backward
My eyes you’ve made to smile


Spring is in the air and so is married love;
For marriage is a gift from up above.
Holy wedlock offers one unending joy
Which all the sands of time will ne'er alloy:
Once you're married both of you are free
To get stuck into some adultery.
From now on each new fornication
Will have an extra-marital bonk-relation.
So go and get your neighbours' tongues a-wagging:
With some adulterous randy hardcore shagging.
Ah! que j'aime une nuitée chaude de fornication
(tellement, tellement mieux que la masturbation).

Miss You

Sorrow engulfs and smothers the heart.
Which longs to have you near
Weighing down my very soul
Excreting every single tear

Bitter thoughts blaze in my mind.
As I lay our love to rest
In fields of pink carnations
Dead leaves falling where I tread

A Day In The Life Of Jacob.

A Day In The Life Of Jacob

Even though it rises every day
somewhere, someplace in time.
On a day in the life of Jacob
the sun doesn’t often shine.

A shopping centre is bright and loud
and Jacob is sitting on the ground.
With his head buried in his hands
sensory overload of sight and sound.

People notice as he begins to shout
his Mother scared he’ll run away.
Some think he’s badly behaved
but for him it’s just an Autism day.

the glories of olde england - part one

georgian and victorian england oh what a brave new world that was
(a nice shakespearian quote how important that fucker is)
where little boys climbed up and down narrow chimneys
getting all sorts of nasty pulmonary diseases
in their worthless under-developed working class lungs
but who cares - lots more where they came from
don't you know old boy the working classes copulate like animals
and we were just doing them a favour letting their ugly offspring
die before their time saves the money to feed 'em


Clots of blood swollen by pollination.
With tail flagellating here and there
The fetal passage to life opens
With a floodgate of blood
And chants from worlds without.
For once we formed fish
With fins and gills to swim
In the stream of Mother's pouch
With the passing of several moons
We close our fists supplicating
To the world that's no more
We stop, sobbing at the world's vanities.


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