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Neopoet Collaborative Workshop Poem # 6

Status: 
Program description/goal: 

Description: Members of this workshop take a turn at adding a few stanzas to the end of the previous members stanzas relative to the previous stanzas.
Dystopia begins with her title and her few stanzas.
Members follow the participant list to know who goes next.
Leader: Geezer
Moderator(s): mark, RoseBlack and Rosewood Apothecary

Objectives: Each member contributes to making a complete poem by adding their few stanzas in their turn.

Level of expertise: Open to all members listed.

Subject matter: TBA

Length: 
30 days
Number of participants (limit): 
10 people
Skill level: 
Date: 
Tuesday, September 13, 2022 to Friday, September 30, 2022
Short description: 
Write a collaborative poem

Comments

When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.

Great start off Dystopia!
Mark

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For a challenge.. let’s attempt to see the beauty and fascinating parts of the night on this one rather than the usual horror and evil

It is unwise to suggest to fellow poets what not to write about. Personally, I like both the beauty and what horror some can put to the night. We all know by now to keep our stanzas relative to those before our turn. This is not so much the problem. Let’s think about how we can get more outside comments on our finished work, like blogs and messages etc. Of all 5 finished poems thus far, we have near no outside comments after we post to the stream.
Thanks,
Mark

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I apologize as that was not my intent at all! I think maybe we could think even more outside of the box to get more comments! More creative pieces might bring in interest.

I think the title and first few stanzas are where we come out of the box.

I believe our Depressed 1 is next.
Thanks,
Mark
Let's get it on!

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When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.

On the unlit streets of this ragged night
The beams of the moon hit me just right
They show me the way to have fun
The kind you cannot have in the sun

The ladies are all dressed in black
All the ladies have the right knack
I go to where the moon never shines
At night we always play outside the lines

End Depressed 1

The Life of Night
When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.

On the unlit streets of this ragged night
The beams of the moon hit me just right
They show me the way to have fun
The kind you cannot have in the sun

The ladies are all dressed in black
All the ladies have the right knack
I go to where the moon never shines
At night we always play outside the lines

End Depressed 1
Begin Alan

My feet find their way to the river's edge;
where spans its waters is an old stone bridge.
I walk to its midpoint and sit on the wall--
here, all is darkness, and darkness is all--

til across from me comes a soft click--
a lighter is lit. A flame on its wick
lights the face of a woman igniting a smoke--
who says to me gently--here, have a toke.

End Alan

The Life of Night
When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.

On the unlit streets of this ragged night
The beams of the moon hit me just right
They show me the way to have fun
The kind you cannot have in the sun

The ladies are all dressed in black
All the ladies have the right knack
I go to where the moon never shines
At night we always play outside the lines

End Depressed 1
Begin Alan

My feet find their way to the river's edge;
where spans its waters is an old stone bridge.
I walk to its midpoint and sit on the wall--
here, all is darkness, and darkness is all--

til across from me comes a soft click--
a lighter is lit. A flame on its wick
lights the face of a woman igniting a smoke--
who says to me gently--here, have a toke.

End Alan
Begin Geezer

Her breath is warm and whispery
filled with the sweetest smoke
Her hand is soft and feels to me
sweaty as I hold the toke

The moon is silver against the black
I can barely see her face
I fumble as I hand the joint back
she's looking off into space

The stars trace patterns in the sky
make zodiacal themes
I catch the glimmer in her eye
we make love next to the stream
End Geezer.
.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Alan
Geezer
Mark
Rosewood
RoseBlack
Warrior Princes closes this one
.
.

Mark

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The Life of Night
When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.

On the unlit streets of this ragged night
The beams of the moon hit me just right
They show me the way to have fun
The kind you cannot have in the sun

The ladies are all dressed in black
All the ladies have the right knack
I go to where the moon never shines
At night we always play outside the lines

End Depressed 1
Begin Alan

My feet find their way to the river's edge;
spanning its waters is an old stone bridge.
I walk to its midpoint and sit on the wall--
here--all is darkness--and darkness--is all--

til across from me comes a sharp click--
a lighter is lit. A flame on its wick
lights the face of a woman igniting a smoke--
who says to me softly--here, have a toke.

End Alan

When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.

End dystopia.
Begin Depressed 1

On the unlit streets of this ragged night
The beams of the moon hit me just right
They show me the way to have fun
The kind you cannot have in the sun

The ladies are all dressed in black
All the ladies have the right knack
I go to where the moon never shines
At night we always play outside the lines

End Depressed 1
Begin Alan

My feet find their way to the river's edge;
spanning its waters is an old stone bridge.
I walk to its midpoint and sit on the wall
here--all is darkness--and darkness--is all.

til across from me comes a soft click--
a lighter is lit. A flame on its wick
lights the face of a woman igniting a smoke--
who says to me gentle...here--have a toke.

End Alan
Begin Geezer

Her breath is warm and whispery
filled with the sweetest smoke
Her hand is soft and feels to me
sweaty as I hold the toke

The moon is silver against the black
I can barely see her face
I fumble as I hand the joint back
she's looking off into space

The stars trace patterns in the sky
make zodiacal themes
I catch the glimmer in her eye
we make love next to the stream

End Geezer.
Begin Mark.

The night took on a life so different
From then we were magnificent
A feeling so warm we would share
Mary Jane, in our under-ware

Our love so intense and strong
Every night we played the same song
Life of night was rhythm - embrace
Ole Mary Jane helped us keep pace

Mark Done.
Tim next.

Song of the River and rustle of leaves
Cacophony of the insects that cry
Give counterpoint to the way that we breathe
Entangled in love beneath this dark sky

I’ll meet you in thicket, meadow, or glade
Under Luna’s indifferent eyes
Intoxication from blue plumes of smoke that we made
Expressed in the sweetest symphony of sighs

Tim done.
RoseBlack next.

Wrapped only in a cloak of smoke
Stars dripping like candle wax
Across our sweat soaked skin
Taking each other in again and again

A lone cloud covers the moon
As if to keep our tryst unknown
Only the night knows who we've done
And where we've been

RoseBlack done.
Warrior Princess finishes.

As I laid in my lover’s arm, reminiscing the moment
My mystery lover, I met only at night
Into a world of no fear or fright
Our souls connect within our hearts and light

The time passed by with no care in the world
Under the moonlight of passion untold
The telepathy of our minds longed to let this moment last
Never escape the life at the night
.
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would the next participant please make a few edits to my stanzas?

In the first stanza, the second line should read:
"spanning its waters is an old stone bridge."

The fourth line should look like this:
"here--all is darkness--and darkness--is all."

In the second stanza, last line, remove the comma and add an emdash:
"...here--have a toke."

The first edit fixes my gibberish. The second improves the pacing. The last also adds consistency.

Thanks!
-Alan

Done best I could.
Thank you,
Mark

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Thank you!

Song of the River and rustle of leaves
Cacophony of the insects that cry
Give counterpoint to the way that we breathe
Entangled in love beneath this dark sky

I’ll meet you in thicket, meadow, or glade
Under Luna’s indifferent eyes
Intoxication from blue plumes of smoke that we made
Expressed in the sweetest symphony of sighs

Nicely done!

thumbs up!

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Wrapped only in a cloak of smoke
Stars dripping like candle wax
Across our sweat soaked skin
Taking each other in again and again

A lone cloud covers the moon
As if to keep our tryst unknown
Only the night knows who we've done
And where we've been
.

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or [what] we've done? It works either way, I guess. ~ Geez.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Start Warrior Princess
End: Warrior Princess

As I laid in my lover’s arm, reminiscing the moment
My mystery lover, I met only at night
Into a world of no fear or fright
Our souls connect within our hearts and light

The time passed by with no care in the world
Under the moonlight of passion untold
The telepathy of our minds longed to let this moment last
Never escape the life at the night

Candice Vitalien
"Keep glowing even if no one can see your light.
For among the hidden stars on the darkest night
Someone will look up and behold
The flickering hope; words untold;
Strength and Honour my Warriors! "

I think this is my favorite. You all know how I feel about romance and nature. I have an intimate relationship with cannabis as well. This feels like me.

This was amazing! Thank you all!

I really enjoy our collaborations

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Your most welcome all.

Candice Vitalien
"Keep glowing even if no one can see your light.
For among the hidden stars on the darkest night
Someone will look up and behold
The flickering hope; words untold;
Strength and Honour my Warriors! "

It was a real pleasure to be part of this,
Mark

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When the sun sets and ends the day,
Another life living and on the way,
The night a mysterious time,
Full of magic and some things divine,

The moon a crescent of white,
Fireflies coming to bear their light,
The owl presiding over the dark,
Nothing making a single mark,

Moonflowers bloom all around,
A rare beauty to be found,
Water, a silvery sheen,
This new life seen only by the keen.

On the unlit streets of this ragged night
The beams of the moon hit me just right
They show me the way to have fun
The kind you cannot have in the sun

The ladies are all dressed in black
All the ladies have the right knack
I go to where the moon never shines
At night we always play outside the lines

My feet find their way to the river's edge;
spanning its waters is an old stone bridge.
I walk to its midpoint and sit on the wall
here--all is darkness--and darkness--is all.

til across from me comes a soft click--
a lighter is lit. A flame on its wick
lights the face of a woman igniting a smoke--
who says to me gentle...here--have a toke.

Her breath is warm and whispery
filled with the sweetest smoke
Her hand is soft and feels to me
sweaty as I hold the toke

The moon is silver against the black
I can barely see her face
I fumble as I hand the joint back
she's looking off into space

The stars trace patterns in the sky
make zodiacal themes
I catch the glimmer in her eye
we make love next to the stream

The night took on a life so different
From then we were magnificent
A feeling so warm we would share
Mary Jane, in our under-ware

Our love so intense and strong
Every night we played the same song
Life of night was rhythm - embrace
Ole Mary Jane helped us keep pace

Song of the River and rustle of leaves
Cacophony of the insects that cry
Give counterpoint to the way that we breathe
Entangled in love beneath this dark sky

I’ll meet you in thicket, meadow, or glade
Under Luna’s indifferent eyes
Intoxication from blue plumes of smoke that we made
Expressed in the sweetest symphony of sighs

Wrapped only in a cloak of smoke
Stars dripping like candle wax
Across our sweat soaked skin
Taking each other in again and again

A lone cloud covers the moon
As if to keep our tryst unknown
Only the night knows who we've done
And where we've been

As I laid in my lover’s arm, reminiscing the moment
My mystery lover, I met only at night
Into a world of no fear or fright
Our souls connect within our hearts and light

The time passed by with no care in the world
Under the moonlight of passion untold
The telepathy of our minds longed to let this moment last
Never escape the life at the night
.
.

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with this one, especially since everyone liked the way that it went. I want to congratulate everyone for taking their time and delivering better pieces than the previous writes. I want this thoughtful process to continue, with everyone taking time to consider these collaborative poems as something that will improve spontaneity with an aim toward working well with partners
and maybe doing co-writes. Again, thanks to all for making these fun and having a good time. The next one will commence in a few days. ~ Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

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