#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
Our Shared Likeness (NoPoo 28)
Out of creation
We come kicking and screaming
Our first connection
We come kicking and screaming
Our first connection
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Cosmo-Dynamic SunKonsciKiss-ness: L O V E
https://youtu.be/amO9vLY0ya4
my love...
the same
(fluttery butterfly kites
of these enormously distending
incandescent starriness
amour) eyes
that you
pour inner me through
your profundity streaming
light
of this molten magnetite
love...
are now
in a wrenchy~ squeegeeing in
a withering rescindment
(from their
rigorous shrunken~ strain
workouts... that though
alternatingly
dilates wide-open as if in a paucity
of lachrymal lubrications
for a seeming short while
..picks up
the pain~ pull twists
yet again
from their
seamless connectivity
to those
shared drudge clockwork
of a tugging hard
run-of-the mill
heart
that falls too
each time unto
the delusional abyss
of a relaxing phantasmal~
biggening swell…
only help
precipitate further
as erosive~ dead seas
of a teary turgor- storied
crowning of tidal minds
in uproarious
lashings...)
..in your, an eyeblink absence even..
eyes.. aye aye yes my love.. they
do well what the stars do.. they
(both.. not any of calculative brainiac
stuffs of pointlessness.. of a forgotten
faraway distancing number geometry
of multiplying lightyear approximations…)
twinkle in random pulsing breaths
of infinite soulful pain~ pull.. with
spacing vacuums of flabbergasting
blank~ blooms.. seamlessly
stitching inbetween the dugout
nomadic skyful valleys in
an elusive search
that runs & fill forevermore
as tearing songseas of a
cuckooing in melancholy
that in their each enclosing
magical core
are but 'the' hymnal humming
arrival ecstasy..
of your booming near
Panacea Sun in an integral
my love, lights in
as One monolith deity
drinking & driving in
the fire
of Us
(your spirited sun.. walks alongside
this sudden welcoming bright day
cast amidst
the predictable cyclonic series
of unheard mononymous storms.. in
an instant newsy limelight hypes
of almost cult statuses ..
an eventual silence
as if in the anticipations..
your touch.. as
thousand turmeric & sandalwooden
suns in a holy rinsing electric flow...
grips me tight.. as solid bitten fruition
in a thunderstorm of exploding~ stunned mind
& blinding eyes of lightnings in absorbance ..
a chaos
dont know.. (don’t stop though) who’s in who’s grip
as I feel drinking & eating you voraciously more & more..
& those letloose moanful whispers
“will you be there for me forever..”
& yes yes yes, the divine promises..
of emphatically emoting quadratic eyes
sticking staring as One tangible
intangibility
Love )
**Song Link.. an eternal personal fav love song of Tamil Filmdom ..the lyrics are spiritually~ (with hints of sensualness ofcourse) defining the undefinable love..in all its motherlly soulfulness & stirring deep emotions & ecstasy..in all teary depths.. .rather than juz physicalities & superficially fleeting happiness... that inspired this write in someway. Will add translation of those verses below poem sometimes later xxxx♥️ love you all
Written by summultima
(uma)
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#NoPoo/ 091220/ 22:15:36
Where are you my love... you send me no flowers
Devoid of warmth upon the softness of my silken petaled skin
In the nigh of the creasting moon hour
I twain for the asunder in the calling unto the wind
Unheard as my aura lay in ruins in its chaste compassion
Thy stars beckoning to my melodies of my weary forlong heart
My path of less entanglement I must bear alone
I wait unto the shadows
Lest to abide as my silhouette dances in merriment of abandonment
NoPoo #15 (12-09-20)
short snippet of observations
shes lost in some heaven/ hell. but she's still about two hours up and about before a can is cracked open, so that's something: two cups of coffee and some reality tv
guy on the first floor, directly below will gladly go fetch her an eight pack, even though he's off the drink for a while now, has an odd day of indulgence. mostly after confrontation, then god help beast or man who stands against him
shell drink two or three cans, and a fraction, just a tiny fraction of spark will come back to her then it's gone by the fourth one, and sometimes a flash of something terrible, a flash, but a flash all the same
shes lost in some heaven/ hell. but she's still about two hours up and about before a can is cracked open, so that's something: two cups of coffee and some reality tv
guy on the first floor, directly below will gladly go fetch her an eight pack, even though he's off the drink for a while now, has an odd day of indulgence. mostly after confrontation, then god help beast or man who stands against him
shell drink two or three cans, and a fraction, just a tiny fraction of spark will come back to her then it's gone by the fourth one, and sometimes a flash of something terrible, a flash, but a flash all the same
Ohh my!!.. Awww....
@lepp.....
No poet nor poetess can compare to the ridiculous amounts of cuteness from the post above.... IT'S SO EFFING CUTE!
I am nothing but a cacophony of "Awww's..."...
🐾 🐾
😺
#GingerKittenCounterCuteness
#NoPoo
@lepp.....
No poet nor poetess can compare to the ridiculous amounts of cuteness from the post above.... IT'S SO EFFING CUTE!
I am nothing but a cacophony of "Awww's..."...
🐾 🐾
😺
#GingerKittenCounterCuteness
#NoPoo
[Thank you muchly. as it turns out I 'd a better angle but couldn't edit the pic in the post for some reason so I have to make a new post
Tada!! look at that fine specimen of kitten. if it were mine I'd call it Gizmo after the friendly Gremlin ]
Grand scheme of things
getting hard
to look the mother
in her eyes
they're five weeks now
trying a bit of food
one day next week
she'll wake up
they'll be gone
'cept maybe one of them
#NoPoo
Lads and ladies you are the stuff of legend. I opolagize for my tardiness. and thank you for your posts. I'd a quick look at the stats and it would appear your poetries have a wide audience, and rightly so
the inhabitant
cosmos
timed consciousness
purpose
futile denial of fatalistic determinism
i would have loved to explain the meaning of this conscious existence
but just don't have the time
in the end
there will be nothing
.
...
Written by cold_fusion
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10/12/2020
1114 AEDST
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Poignant (NoPoo 29)
Gravitas of you
Can be so poignantly felt
In the air tonight
Can be so poignantly felt
In the air tonight
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Poignant (NoPoo 29)
Gravitas of you
Can be so poignantly felt
In the air tonight
Can be so poignantly felt
In the air tonight
Written by AspergerPoet56
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AspergerPoet56 said:
these are fantastic. what's the format, is it about syllables count, line count and such ?
these are fantastic. what's the format, is it about syllables count, line count and such ?
morning aftercare.
I cherish and immerse myself
allowing for this moment
of blissful chosen weakness
A reminder and a lesson
that not all pain equivocates
the negative or is even a sign of meekness
Sometimes, it's the pain
that makes one feel most powerful and alive
with a replenishment of self awareness and nothing but unadulterated knowing pride
#NoPoo
8:50am EST
12/10/2020
I cherish and immerse myself
allowing for this moment
of blissful chosen weakness
A reminder and a lesson
that not all pain equivocates
the negative or is even a sign of meekness
Sometimes, it's the pain
that makes one feel most powerful and alive
with a replenishment of self awareness and nothing but unadulterated knowing pride
#NoPoo
8:50am EST
12/10/2020
Convoluted within such grandiose
To glow and highlight yet devouring all shine
Favoring as a fuel; toying, at the fullest extent
Hidden deepest ire—
Odious in nothing but ignored silence
A vengeance of a slow burning self serving;
So are the whipping flames of jealous fire
....... left only with a self induced jaded proclamation of an unjustified and undeserving......
-life is complicated as are people, so it goes-
add'l #NoPoo
12:57pm EST
12/10/2020
