Sholess Summer In Short Pants

rickety old barn
wondrous smell of fresh mown hay
a grandmother's love

" Everyone that is govered by the rules should have a say in the rules It's called a democracy".

Yes it is called a "democracy".

However, selected members of Neopoet seem to think that all members should have direct involvement in all aspects of our government.

They should not. That's called "mob rule".

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.....A Life's Song.....

blue swells of sadness
gliding atop a cool groove
she knows it by heart

This is a follow up to my blog "How to critique"
http://new.neopoet.com/node/2466

OK, I realise most people don't feel "qualified" to critique

but you don't have to be an expert to give critique.

So many people use that as an excuse. Yes, it is difficult. There is the fear of mis-reading or giving offence, but if you can write poetry you can critique it.

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an evening
moonlit
a breeze
a scent
a silhouette
a smile
a hug
a kiss

love and lust
under the stars
I'm so glad
...she came

Dear All,

a sense of uneasiness is definitely perceptible with a lot of arguments and counter arguments going to & fro via the Blogs...in the bargain as is obvious from the exchange of words /comments some are getting hurt and an avoidable rift seems to be getting deeper between individuals who have otherwise been having a friendly relationships...sadly this has occured at a time when AEC elections are just round the corner...which in a way is good and in a way also sad...

Don’t Vote For Me

Don’t vote for me,
Simply pass a general resolution,
Unanimous of course,
The one chosen
For the AEC, what ever
Is our loved one

Firstly this one
Has no friend,
So the person is
A neutral gender
There will hence
Be no offender.

Second good point,
No one reads this one
So the judgment
Will be from a frank person

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hoowy! hoowy!

flumigate the flipwick
artipose the plainten
re-atame the hoosand

she's home too early
and surly maddened

transnewy into Engish
you know she tempis quick
infantispeak to my pet-a -boo
simpy make her sick

uh oh!
she's at the front door!

sit
be quiet

good boy!

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a brouhaha's a'brewin'
may I intrude?
i've nothing to offer
'cept fuel to the feud
but, I enjoy a good fight
(maybe more than is cool)
even when all come out
looking like fools

A Patient Time

A time for waiting,a hibernation
Before we follow through on dreams
Careful planning,with determination
Putting away halfed baked schemes
No day or night is ever wasted
Patience builds slowly day by day
The fruit of forbearance is soon tasted
Sweet as honey where we lay
Suddenly we are engaged in life
Our souls’desire reaches out
And wraps its lasso around the moment
Discarding all our useless doubts