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Winners for March 2023 Contests

Please help us congratulate Our March 2023 contest winners.

Neopoem Of The Week March 26th to April 1 2023 Contest Winner!
The winner is Alex Tanner with the poem titled Modern Times
The monthly contest Uninhibited Contest Winner!
The Winner is Alex Tanner with the poem Titled Uninhibited
The March 2023 New Member Contest Winner!
The winner is Richard Milne with the poem titled Grit
The March 2023 Challenge Winners are

Navigating Neopoet: New Member Workshop

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"Neo" - Neopoet AI

Researchers are creating incredible new advances in "artificial intelligence" almost every week. While computers do not exhibit generalized intelligence, they can use advanced statistics to look at relationships in extremely large bodies of work to generate text and images that, in some specific cases, can be very useful. (In other cases, they can be quite disappointing). We first used AI three weeks ago in a workshop, and got initial feedback from members. A week ago, we introduced an experimental feature called Neopoet AI. The feedback has been generally positive, but not universally so.

It's exciting to be the first poetry community to experiment with AI.

This is, of course, an experiment. I wanted to see if AI could help poets improve their work. Some experiments fail and some succeed. I expect we will continue to tune our approach based on feedback from members.

I wanted to mention a few things we've done so far to address concerns:

- The Neopoet AI feature currently uses an OpenAI model through an API. We've confirmed that, contractually, they cannot use submissions to train or improve their AI. We've been testing a number of different prompts and other variables, so response quality has varied.

- We've created an opt-out feature.

- We've refined the way we work with the model. On Neopoet, you've always been able to select prompts like "is my internal logic consistent", and we are now including these questions as questions for the model. This has created some unexpected issues, however. When we first introduced this feature, it caused the AI model to misunderstand our ask - unfortunately this led to a few responses that were nonsensical (we quicky fixed this issue). In the interest of transparency and to foster a full discussion, we haven't taken down the poor response examples.

- Our stance is that, ethically, it must be clear to all users that computer-created content is computer-created. We now have disclosures both before and after the computer-generated text, and a link to submit feedback. We've refined these based on community input.

We welcome your thoughts on Neopoet AI as this experiment progresses.

This week the Neopoem Of The Week is Sensory Desperation is by Johnny Two Birds . Congratulations to Johnny Two Birds on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

This week the Neopoem Of The Week is Sometimes, I Cry, and That's Okay is by Kristen H . Congratulations to Kristen H on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.


At The Holy Month Of Ramadan

The holy month's crescent appears,
to fill the hearts with joy, and please,
to bless the world with real relief;
the less fortunate; those in need.

The holy month's crescent appears,
to demolish the poor's heavy tears,
to call for mercy and spread out peace,
not only then, but through out the year.

The holy month's crescent appears,
at the ninth's month of the Islamic year,
the Muslims fast, pursue good deeds
and call to cheer up all their peers.


The river absconded with her baby. Twisting; turning; the current carried him out of sight. Noises in the distance meant an end to her plight. Holding her breath, she became a sepulchre, floating evanescently, in a sea of sadness; entombed within her madness.

Her Favorite Shirt

She wore her favorite shirt that day,
A loosely fitting black shirt
With three-quarter sleeves
And buttons up the front
That could be worn over a pull-over.

To the ER she wore her favorite shirt,
Not wanting dinner or even a snack,
Within her stomach a gnawing,
A disquiet too strong to be ignored
She needed more help than I could give.

A Time For Healing

I think we all have stories sad
From our past we just can't tell,
About those times so long ago
And more recent ones as well.

Through our scars there is a story
That we never should forget,
And if we try to learn from them
Some peace we might find yet.

But time can be a teacher
To show us how from hurt to grow,
A time to find a way to heal
So some comfort we might know.


a feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction
I must be broken because I've pulled myself in two,
Doubt casts it's shadow over me, past mistakes are shining through.

This confidence they talk of is like a hero’s mask, some times we have to wear it through the
hardest of life's tasks.

Doubt is something that can really grip us all. It pretends to keep us safe, as it starts to build
a wall.

A wall we believe we can never climb over, stay here its safer, save the exposure.

Challenge Waiting Room ( Privacy)

HIPAA Laws were enacted to protect and relieve
And allow us the feeling of being safe
Privacy held we all believe!

Yet when I arrive at my Doctor’s I’m cautious
And wait for my turn to be served listening
I am stunned and really feel nauseous!

What do I hear while casually waiting
I question
What the receptionist is saying!

A women appears at the desk
Is asked her SSN, age and given test results
I hear every word when she is told to rest!

Teeter-totter Memories (poem of the week contest)

sliding onto our seats on
the playground teeter-totter
Tommy and I get set to catch
some air, feeling like eagles.
squatting, his legs under him
stretching out to push,
sending him high into
cerulean clouds of laughter.


The night sky is also blue
This simple observation
Has touched me profoundly
How is it  in all these years
I am just noticing this?

Whenever the world seems to overpower me
I now take a look at these things
That I have known all my life
I look at the leaves of the trees
At the flowers
And these hills I have known since childhood

There are days I feel insignificant
That all this pain I have endured
Even the joys I have experienced
Will mean nothing in the end

Davy rises up

Davy rises up
A giant
Against all the odds

In the Evening!

Warm colorful melodies
are floating on the breeze
blended with emotion
the folks there, stop to see
stars fall thru young lovers eyes
they dance neath autumn trees
following the lamplight
down a cobbled street
the moon shows her sleepy head
as folks begin to leave
and silently they slip away
as though they were but a dream!


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