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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.


• Fibre Song •

I'm fibre, made by the Owner of hands
given to quack and professional tailors,
to measure,rule, chalk or pen me, and cut with razor or scissors,
to sew me with machine.

Different needle design countless holes that pierce my pile,
and left "o tèle àrá" to stitch inside of me.

Women and men, fashion names for me
when they look at the big album of styles and designs.
Some call me styles like Àgbádá, Bùbá, Aso óké,
and some classic local styles I cannot mention.

Mummy I'm Springing -- FEB CONTEST

Early bud of Spring
now does from inside spring
from winter's womb
rather a bit too soon

the normal period
is by nature forgotten
see even nature has its way
can't all humans really sway

the leaves one can't betray
lifeless ones have flown away
before the long winter
now sprouts in semi cold wind
the beauty of flowers
within sheets of glossy
melting glistening snow


"I heard your crooked laughter
beneath the Iroko tree,
Sometimes between the willows,
The breeze would echo your voices,
And Abina my son followed that path.
Okwi and Sabina too,
You couldn't stop reminding them
To honor the oath they made
in the spirit world,
To always return to bond with their ilk.

Storms beat like a restless drum
Forcing leaves on fragile stems
To bend and send our feathered friends
to fear the worst when gales impend,
to reel, deal a force of steel.
which hurls, its whirls a frigid feel.

Its harsh, unforgiving bite
The final stance of winter's plight.
Before it’s sudden bid adieu,
Spring leaps in to spell anew.

Its spritely enigmatic charm
A tender touch
Can do no harm.

• Girls are not Brooms •


Girls are not brooms,
even if they're old brooms
that are broken into pieces
remember, they can still be of use to sweep under the mango tree;
don't chase them away, anyhow, or kick them like worthless things, when you see them around you!

When broom is newly brought from palm tree,
you use them wisely to tidy your homes .
when the broom become old, you kick them with legs, from toilet to trashcans.

Next time, you find another new broom, and abandon the old one;
even if they're broken brooms,

Liverpool Honour

I was once in a mixed sauna in Liverpool
Minding my own business, when I overheard
A few snatches of interesting conversation
Which summed up this fine Lancastrian paradise
And the folks who live there, if you can call it that.
"Oi met theess bairrd in the poob last noight, d'ye know,
Noice bairrd she was, noice purr of knockers on 'er, too;
Said she's meet me this evening loik, oonder the clock


On the throne sits He above,
Before Him, the cherubim stand,
Where in awe they prostrate and bow
To Him who sits on the thrown.

Oh lord, who shines as your glory?
Who can stand the light of your presence?
There's none that can boast of these things,
For overwhelmed is the one to whom your glory is revealed.

From you, Lord, comes the wind of life
That I inhale to my soul renew,
Heartening to my heart are the words of your mouth,
And to them evermore shall I cling.

Can I Be Brave?

Silence dwells within a myriad of dreams
I lay my imagination to rest on an unquiet mind
Conjuring a listless sensation, severing my thoughts
Floating like driftwood on the ocean waves

Can I be brave?

Can I salvage any of my former self?
A docile slumber rocks my will to try
I'm exasperated from each crashing wave
I fear I can't be saved

I ask my mind to grant me answers
Alas, it merely proposes to rest my broken pieces on the sea bed
And let the sands bury my only sense of purpose

Gorgeous Creation

She is beauty
gorgeous creation
Your beautiful face
makes me tremble
my heart beat can’t keep pace
as I look at your charming face

wow you are so elegant
sweetest one

you are so cool
at may be just nineteen
you’re the cynosure of many an eye
millions will for you love to vie

you are astounding you know
meet me only just once
ere from the earth I go

I love your gorgeous smile
Oh magnificent style

come and meet me
will you at my place

Wendy (February Contest)

The wind, it cried of sadness and
the wind, it filled with sorrow.
Soon we all were there to see that
Wendy would come to be.

Wendy was like a butterfly from
the breeze caught in a web.
We watched her as
she fluttered there and
let simple words be shed.

She was in her lonely way as
we sat close by and gazed.
Soon we found we were all the same
As we listened to one another
gently call her name.


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