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Yumpy
Member since July 30, 2026
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An Aerosmith Rendezvous
She said, “I’m BACK IN THE SADDLE, don’t play coy,
Let’s skip all the chatter and bring out the toys.”
With a wink and a whip, she was ready to play,
I knew right then... I had to WALK THIS WAY.
She whispered, “PANDORA’S BOX is dusty on the shelf,
you’ll need both hands... and a dab of stealth.”
I tried hard to resist, but then lost all control,
when her ruby lips moaned, “There’s a HOLE IN MY SOUL.”
We made LOVE IN AN ELEVATOR... man what a blast,
hit the top floor strummin'... then ran out of gas.
Still tangled in lace, taken to THE OTHER SIDE,
she purred, “Now you’re mine" as she straddled to ride.
We played until dawn with TOYS IN THE ATTIC,
The ropes she bound tight, her rhythm erratic.
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I DON’T WANT TO MISS A THING, I confessed,
she played out her sins... had me fully obsessed.
She left with the sun, SWEET EMOTION left behind,
I'll DREAM ON she whispered, “You're one of a kind.”
Now I wait by the door with a glint in my eye,
when she returns... we’ll set fire to the sky.
Yumpy’s timeline
- August 2026
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15 SatHighest posting month
August 2026 — 5 poems
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07 FriReceived a critique
on An Aerosmith Rendezvous from @Arkansas
"song titles to create this piece. Pukka job!" -
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02 SunReceived a critique
on The Lesson of the Goldfinch from @Sen99
"Soothing rhymes and touching sentiment, make this a well crafted lyrical poem, enjoyable read. Nice share Sen99" -
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02 SunReceived a critique
on The Lesson of the Goldfinch from @Tink
"I really enjoyed this piece!! What wonderful word crafting you have accomplished here!! BRAVO!! I love your vision of this little bird and honoring him by sharing what he taught you!! Hope to see you in the chatroom som…" -
02 SunReceived a critique
on New York City in a Day from @Tink
"Welcome to Neopoet! Thank you for posting your first poem with us! I really enjoyed it. While the structure isn't what I'm use to, it was well written with great imagery painted through your words. I personally that if…" -
02 SunNew follower
@Tink
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- July 2026
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31 FriCritiqued
"The Long Pause" by @wisecrone2011
"This feels like waiting for love, and you capture how heavy that kind of waiting can become, the kind that wears on the body and keeps the heart on alert. You describe that tension so clearly: the churning stomach, the…" -
31 FriFirst critique offered
on "The Long Pause" by @wisecrone2011
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31 FriReceived a critique
on New York City in a Day from @A.J. Sanders
"The pleasure was truly mine. I look forward to reading your future works." -
30 ThuNew follower
@A.J. Sanders
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30 ThuReceived a critique
on New York City in a Day from @A.J. Sanders
"Excellent free-verse. Great flow. The imagery, the sights. Loved it! I could smell the bagel carts and vibe with the music. My only hitches were the sudden drop of "we" in stanza 4 where "We slip beneath...". And the do…" -
30 ThuFirst publication
New York City in a Day
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30 ThuPosted a poem
New York City in a Day
"Morning stretches its limbs over the city’s spine. At the MET, marble arches rise like quiet cathedrals. Brushstrokes flutter... a pharaoh smiles, a ballerina hangs in mid-pirouette forever lost midair. Central Park exhales. Saxophones soulful vibrato drifts across the lake, pigeons scatter like racing thoughts. Bagel carts aroma filling the air. A golden retriever in a Yankees sweater chases falling leaves. SoHo buzzes... graffiti bleeds down brick confessions. Storefronts glimmer, coffee-scented wisps drift through open doors, somewhere, someone paints the night. In the Village, the streets draw closer. History smolders in basement bookstores, sidewalks echo with words once belonging to poets. I slip beneath a red awning into a jazz club where the bass thrums under neon, and a trumpet weaves spells into the night The city pulses... a living thing. New York City never sleeps. It's always listening." -
30 ThuJoined Neopoet
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First poem published 1 days later.
About Me
About me
I live in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania, where the woods, wildlife, and quiet tend to shape the way I write. My work moves between styles, sometimes lyrical, sometimes narrative, sometimes surreal, sometimes grounded. I’m here to grow, experiment, and be part of a community that values creativity in all its forms.
Location: USA
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