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Waiting for ???

I sit here each evening reaching into the night.
Way past midnight most times.
I read all the new poems posted. I try to comment on all of them but some need a day or second read.
I see my friends post and expect comments or critique on their work.
Well all your works are great, now get off your asses and comment on as many as possible it will make Neopoet a better site and it will encourage all the writers.
I will look out for your comments, yes, you! that writes and expect others to read and comment.
Yours as always, Ian.T

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I am going over poems and commenting....often Im not calm enough...but today I am...

Thank you for your reply, I hope that as you read others works you learn of them.
I always feel that reading others works I learn so much about many people here, maybe I should get out more but it's an age thing lol, Thanks again, Yours, Ian

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Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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ON my ass making comments lol. Shoulder and arm are improving so maybe I'll be back up to speed soon.........stan

You are one of the busiest commenters on Neopoet so don't you worry about being on your ass, just make sure that shoulder and arm are better before you start again.
I have C4 damage from way back and take maximum nerve killers each day, I have the TV at 5 feet eight off the floor and have trouble looking down as my arms hurt and fingers go dead a bit but I keep looking up.
Just have to adapt my surroundings to what I can do so I know what it is like.
You take care and no rush, it is amazing that only two have answered this blog, that's exactly what I was saying.
Yours as always Ian..

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Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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you and Loved have been asking for a "viewed" feature for a while.

I've been, personally, rather dismissive of the request, regarding Neopoet as being about critique, work-shopping, feedback.

I've had a change of heart, it is important to be acknowledged as at least seen and will raise it with the AC. It could depend on how difficult it is for Andrew to implement it however I promise to raise the issue.

cheers,
Jess
"Critique, don’t comment. Neopoet is primarily a workshop environment"
or teach by example, there are great poets here.
The more you give the more you get.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

Many thanks for your total commitment to Neopoet I know we keep on sometimes but as you can see by the stats it is needed.
As many of the poets read but don't comment at least we have some idea if we are being read.
I would have a better picture if I was a fully paid up member but that may come later.
This must be the summer in the north that is causing the tail off in members now Stan has said he may go ahead with producing a book or two a great Idea.
I have nearly all my writings on a separate site as you know are yours stored some place??
Anyway thanks again for your being the strength that Neopoet needs, loves you my friend.
Yours, Ian..

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Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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Hoping he's not doing it as loner. It needs a committee or can not be published under the Neopoet name.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

going to do it as a loner unless the owners agree to let me use the Neopoet name. Either way I'll still get a few others together to help. And either way Neo will reap the profits (if any). But it all depends on the responses and support I get here and on another blog. I'm not going to spend money for nothing.........stan

Ask more.
If you do it lone it must not bear Neopoet's name. They will be your choices.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

My intent is to try and determine if there's enough interest to proceed. If so, I will put together a small team and prepare everything for publication. I'll then present owners with a done deal. If they like it and decide to let me use "Neopoet" in the title then great. If they don't, I'll come up with another title and proceed anyway and Neo will reap the profits in either case. I'm tired of feet being drug on a project which should have been completed last year..........stan

I read Esker all the time, but seldom comment because I don't know what to say expect "great poem, I was here". I can't help that man, but I'd like him to know (even if only as a number) that I read his piece.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Nothing wrong with saying great poem as long as it's the truth. At least he will know he's being read......stan

I promise.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

You have been missed. Mostly by me.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

Learn how, teach others.
The NeoPoet Mentor Program
http://www.neopoet.com/mentor/about

so getting srtrong pain-lillers
(you can tell by the spelling)
but getting off them and coming back.
May even run a workshop.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

the will
the strength
the acumen
if you keep yourself busy
pain will be left far behind
and as

Buddha said

to reduce suffering
cut off the pain
so from medicine in your case never abstain
take them as prescribed

I do my own prescription
when i know a block is coming
I take my medicine ahead
for cramps there is no medicine
even docs laff ....
but an old doc friend hath said
I need to take Vit xyz
even after my death
so they will pack some hopefully
ere I leave 'em bereft
take care

you are the PEDESTAL of NEOPOET
ASK
Andrews
what will he do without you?

whats with the candy ass....read me...I read people...Im in my city here every day and I gotta look the other way while I see lovers leaving parking lots..sneaking down side streets....people!! what is wrong...live!! LIve! live myself while others jerk others about....sexton had that critique in her jeans...I would have run down that mofo with google maps..said.Yo man! Supp!! People read me..like a movie.....what is there to say....Im here to entertain and make them think and maybe crank out a poem in emotive emotional response....dig and find a kernel a grit to make a pearl....they dont have to polish me up.....Google shows you how many hits you get! ...right there when you arrive..

i am fifty one years old..i have been at the bedside of the greats while they shook and perished..
i have run the other way too......because I....am not perfect.........I write!!!...tap tap tap..bing...zerk.cachunk...tap tap tap...

find something...find lost love..ghosts....boredom....dust motes....write damn you!!
cats whiskers......ahhh....writing....what can I say......
all my crap in life and right now Im going through a lot.a lot
stupid shit from others right now....
a crap shoot....im better...they think they are..
but they are not....
im da best baby

give me your "bones"
let me roll up a numba!!
dig that sweeheart

mmmmm

I love life....love the streets...
buckoski met a few of them
along the way
they owned this and that
met a few aged people
under and over
smiling and smelling
sweet
rouge lips
on cigarettes
too young
but whom cares

poet...poet...composeth thee
let us upon your writings
see...

yah...

im a writer..i write...
thank you for caring
for reading

I love Neopoet....
its the craziest hang out
for wild cats

mr Wolf

many times i have told you so
but your poetry flows
above the clouds
so how can i behold
and esker sir is known the world over
no one can unzip thee
you are the master
how can any bastard cum near thee
the islands between parking streets
dark at night have been so made
so that you can compose your poetry
and throw their condoms
as you see
in the garbage bin of time
esker you are the essence of all that is left here
all neopoets can never dare
to come near
hope you hear
my esker poet sir
i am a bard
not a what!
you think to rip or strip
hope you get me!
stilll I will read thee

you from a time I know...
mid eighties
i re found club music and love it
but Im old...i ache...
there is not way
i belong age wise
no make up
or cloak will hide
my detriments

U know I love u
you think I not
but you rib me
you haunt me
you hang on
like a coyote
like a wolf
in the brush
on the nip of night
never forgotten nor
forgetting

yu always bring me a smile
I do get u...

yours...
esker!

In my wildest dreams

I never thought you'd reply
a lost poet on Neopoet
read by all
but commented like grass
on my head totally bald
though sparse hair glowing still

This is no farce
I searched you in the streets of Ontario
in Florida
and South America
Argentina
hoping to find a guy
who only vomits all the time
words like tomorrows wine
bottled in super radiated sunshine
as an elixir
for the forth coming unborn
who have yet to be by women borne

I take it the music
those sounds
have chained you all around
and with no smear of lipstick nor rouge
your love all poets here have found
they relish
but the poetry is a recourse
imbibed by a minuscule few
and one of them is solely
you!

What a great spell of talking Twix the two.
A history of just being, reminds me of the old days when we would walk as a group of artists in fields and through vales, streets lit by gas lamps and people sprawled where they ended up,
The great artists in painting would also walk in small groups and live as cheaply as possible because no matter how great you were, no one would buy your pictures.
Poets have gathered for always just to be able to talk, sometimes in whispers for fear of being killed, and loudly as on Hyde park corner to tell all that would listen.
As to today we gather in the ether out there beyond the now, and then some, to tap keys with stories and points of view.
Go well young travellers and make your words sing in the universe, from Graffiti to excellence keep tapping.
Yours, Ian..

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Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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I saw a burgundy top hat on the net for sale...
I remember walking with a carefee little blonde
good color and tall shirts
she was haunted....
for a time i sat with some powerful minded men
the humor was great...no need to brag of
what they had nor what I had little of
it was somewhere of happiness in the In between
I called it the land of Lah
and many can find it without the pharma help
or other....but everybody knows thats now
always the balance and many writers had
terrible crutches....But of the happiness and
it pursuit in the wander as the above
yes
its nice when we can banter like this
"Non one would buy your pictures"
"why you live so cheaply"
Ian its like my life...I know I am appreciated and loved
but I want it cheaply about me...
like rhubarb and sugar....
its always been this way
or an apple straight from a tree

coming out of a crushing creative vend
but always crativity is found in such
collisions...

thank u

I have a few moments to walk with you, there in the dull light of yesteryear are many things we would call ours, yet if we listen to the songs sung by the rhythm of the now, they would seem such an age away as to make them history.
Yet we know there is only the now where we dwell, no matter about the time that man knows, there in a twinkling of an eye our universe spread into being, though some great power may be to blame.
Here we are in a moment of this place and we make words string out to all we meet, words that convey many dimensions, colours and sometimes sounds, but only to reach out to those that need to hear, feel, and see.
I was asked a while back to write of the things I have learned, and find it very hard to convey the things I have seen and been taught, only poetry or verse can speak those things, so I endeavour to do as asked.
The men you sat with and seek out are only there to jog your memory young wolf, there in the recesses of your mind are all the tools you need and those strong minded men just showed you that corner of your mind you had forgotten.
I must get a few things together and try and write as I have been asked, it will take a while but I will try, the shadows cast on the walls of the cave are only a window.
Take care and thanks for the chat,
Yours as always, Ian..

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Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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