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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:


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Critique For New And Old

Description: An introduction to critique for new members and a reminder to long time members that critique is what Neopoet is all about, join in!

Leader: weirdelf
Moderator: c lynn brooks

Objectives: To help poets help each other through constructive feedback. To help redefine the meaning of 'critique' if it has negative connotations for you.

Level of expertise: Open to all

Thu, 01/16/2020 to Fri, 03/20/2020

Most active poems


New years is a couple weeks gone by
and January thaw is fading fast
heralded by wind tossed cobalt sky
which soon will bring an icy blast.

Artificial knees allow this stroll
yet still ache (and always will)
but I take to this wooded knoll
overlooking a little rill.

I spy the chair which I left here
a year or two, at least, ago
one summer when this land was sere
and weeds even refused to grow.

A Polack whose arse was quite spotty
Found a boil had formed up his botty;
So he took his sore crack
To a fat Warsaw quack
Who lanced it for two thousand zloty.

In a dirty old hut by the Vistula
Lived an old maid, whose name was Miss Tyula
Whilst out for a ramble
She sat on a bramble
Which punctured her ripe anal fistula.

Night Terror

Don't come any closer
If you know what's good
Don't come any closer
I wish you would

You push me
Break my bones
Don't come any closer
I wish you would

Blood on the floor boards
Blood on my hands
Knife bent
Shattered end

You run your mouth
Even tho you're dead
Your poison words
Get out of my head

Blood on the walls
Blood on my clothes
Body lay dripping
In the hall.....

Active contests


Description:Since it is a new year let's write about either the beginning of the new year or the end of the old. Must be in quatrains but doesn't have any other restriction other than length. Please keep poem under 9 quatrains

Sponsor(s):scribbler and Geezer

Objectives:Welcoming in the new year or ushering out the old

Subject matter:New year or year just passed

How Judged:By volunteer anonymous judge

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