hello all, i have been wondering when neopoet would be back online. sorry to all i just found out it was back. i am really ready to start reading and writing again and to all that was on the old site. i hope to read all your new works.the new members yours too.
so everyone its great to be back.

ps maybe i'll have something soon to write.

Had I Been a Frenchman
I would've invited you,
To the Riviera
Given you lessons in French,
How to mature a frenchy kiss,
Yes Miss
I often tried to cast you
Into a lovely piece of poetry
I'd make a mould out of you
To pull you out of the doldrums
Of Frenchy thoughts and imagination
So I could help fulfil your frustration
Of having in France
A happy romance
But not with a Frenchy may be
An Italian, a stallion
A villain a sexy medallion
Then make you wonder

James Dan Bond 0007

A rainbow comes
Once in a way
Is it the same?
With my poetry
Do you wish to say?
It comes out good
Only once in a way
Say if you have to so say
But do dan 0007
James Dan Bond
Read my poetry
Just again anyway
Its snowing
So no rainbow today

So Beautiful

Beginning as a welcome rain
on parched hills and thirsty plain
viewed as a blessed relief
as long as the stay was brief

Ere long the land has had its fill
each low spot now displays a rill
rivers and the streams are brimming
and rain's welcome is quickly dimming

for weeks the torrent just goes on
throughout the day and night and dawn
until the rivers leave their beds
and over all the land it spreads

~anna suggested a free verse version so here goes.............

Some souls sprout from stony beds
with hatred cold as glacial springs
or desire as hot as thermal vents
neither inviting stays of long duration

their lust
as near as they get
to love
soon rusts
sending the corrupter seeking
fresh victims

So to those of pure heart
beware
of blue jean clad demons
spouting all the right words
that are lies

New blog : slightly upsetting to find that all the work i had posted here was lost and i did not have alternate backups. Although such as life will continue with or without a few lost pieces

Now if you dont mind i will rant a bit to get thoughts and feelings off my mind.

DEPRIVATION AND DENIAL

Are the seeds to poetry?
From the mind of a poet
That’s why poets,
Most of them had sex
Before they composed,
That also goes for any artist,
How so ever fantastic,
The love ensues
And then the mind pursues,
The ecstasy or love or its deficiency too
A poet alone can tell you
How the kiss of life
Can prolong,
If not life,
But memories like the actors of Titanic
God bless their souls will he

I have so missed Neopoet. I have seen some of my old friends, and am anticipating making new friends here, as time allows.
What a great Christmas present Indeed. Hope to read more, write more, and comment.

Your lips divine
Give me an opportunity
To define
That as we place
A lip upon lip
We would perhaps
Entwine
Like a vine
Ending up
In my most favourite
Frenchy,
With a sip of wine

Inspired by a remark from Anna of Ohio....

The story of a lonely man
who no one seems to know
though oft referred to out of hand
with words that hardly glow

All his life unrecognized
people do and others don't
you'd think that he was despised
acknowledge him? most people won't

So he lives a life of shame
or something real close to it
what is this poor ol' guys name ?
don't you know Jack Shitt ?