April 4, 2018
Our election will begin in the evening on Wednesday, April 4, with the following individuals on the ballot:
vandiemenspeak
mark
simon
themoonman
chevyvent
Eumolpus
paul*
Jannatul Annika Hoque
Chiori
Rula
*Would not serve as chair
The election will continue until Friday, April 20th (5 pm Eastern Time).
You may view the voting guide (and candidates may update their responses) here: https://www.neopoet.com/community/vote/guide
Ballot: https://www.neopoet.com/community/form/3042
Description: Help in finishing some poems which are well begun. Each participant will post one unfinished poem. Two other participants will be assigned to complete the poem. All will be accompanied by discussion.
Leader: scribbler
Objectives: To show authors some ways in which their unfinished poem might be completed.....and hopefully have fun doing so.
Level of expertise: Open to all
Subject matter: Unfinished works
Date:
Wed, 03/28/2018 to Sat, 04/21/2018
Description: Post your first ever or earliest poem
Leader: Jess (weirdelf)
Moderator(s): Wesley
Objectives: Just for curiosity, to see where we've come from.
Level of expertise: Open to all
Subject matter: Most of these poems will be polished or not actively editing. This is not really a workshop but more 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' of our earliest works.
Most important:- Remember when posting to scroll down to 'Workshop' and select Poets first poems.
Date:
Fri, 06/23/2017 to Tue, 06/23/2020
When dawn is up
with greener hues
and genuine colors
got more to infuse,
when eyes catch more
of magical views
to leash the boredom
and all the blues,
when the sun's warmer
on the sandy dunes
and the back yards din
with tons of tunes,
when quills in ink
dance with muse
and sing up with
or without the flutes,
when the media's up
with Only good news
Just then I'll think
It's Spring.
Hard and soft;
I press myself into you.
The bass hits me
like a stone
hits the surface
of a still lake.
I'm lost in your aroma,
caught up in your cadence.
I brush myself over your tip—
I breathe you in—
I tongue,
and lap,
and slither
my way to your core.
Erect and lapsed,
you lay back and relax;
your breath quickens
and I take my time.
You arch forward
and caress my fever—
it's too much.
Some call it the abyss others call it a gate
that thing that awaits us at the other side.
I guess I just call it my final fate
there at the end of my long glide.
I first glimpsed it many years ago
watching older folks approaching it
some with acceptance others with hot rage.
I still don't know which required the greater grit.
Long years passed by as is their way
too many wasted like old news paper
crumpled then tossed into the burning fray
all while life's spiral gained a steeper taper.
Description:A poem of around thirty lines. [a few more or less is acceptable].
Describe your most pleasant memory of "Spring" or use your imagination to create the perfect "Spring". Keep it light and cheerful! This contest will run from April 2nd until April 26th
Sponsor(s):
Judge(s):Anonymous
Objectives: To test your ability to describe a season and your feelings about it!
The prize is a $25.00 Gift certificate on Amazon.com
Subject matter: "Spring"
How Judged: One judge: Anonymous
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