#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
My Final Bed (NoPoo 43)
Soft plush lining
With the feeling of warmth
Fitting comfortably
Almost snug
Impeccably measured
Professionally crafted
From historical design
Sharp crisp lines
Lacquered black
Where final peace
Will be found
My coffin
With the feeling of warmth
Fitting comfortably
Almost snug
Impeccably measured
Professionally crafted
From historical design
Sharp crisp lines
Lacquered black
Where final peace
Will be found
My coffin
Written by AspergerPoet56
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your breath over my shoulder
gentle pressure of lips on my nape
timbre of true complex depth echo, but small
a bask, in your whisper'd voice softly in my ear
can you feel my breath catch?
or my palms oh so damp ?
my fragile newly opened heart
is almost punching through
my well thought of infrangible ribcage
I feel tender fingertips
have the Gods been listening themselves?
is my honor in such glory due?
to need this heady benevolent reward is
to breathe
for whatever deeds done, to such my unknown
I have not one single question per motive given
I need...
I need twice more
as begs and pleas underscore
I again, feel your breath over my shoulder....
..... "Thank you," he says
"Always."
—my reply.
#NoPoo (first draft)
12/24/2020
8:24am EST
in fusing ev creation:: our temple garden of love
unlike
those black & white newspaper
prints... in seriously stiffened out..
a lot more panicky staring blinkless
boring eyes of documentary stillfaces
this
strikingly fortunate destiny of
our ongoing holy~ assignations
springs in ferric bloodred drippy
capillary strings of.. a rapaciously
in bleed:: perfect turmoiling
tuliplips... pretty prophetical
& a benthic provocateur it hisses
in its sacrificial whispers..
that
your in ageless waits
an abrasive emery~hungering
vessel.. carefully takes in wholly all..
in a drunken infinite dose.. unto
whorling gelatinous~ galaxical whites
of your scoopy~ laddling in gypsum
heart.. that's
efficaciously stirring in a homogeneity
...a peachy fleshing anew creative...of
our fusing complexions.. pours onto the
gritty~ grey cemented floors of an already
in deadly eroding palish opprobriums
& abound...
are our birthing substrate, with angelic
little smoky huskies & honey ginger kittens
play all over our spread love ..in footprints of
hopskotching butterflies from our ethereal
delighting ageless eyes in an aerial viewing
breathless ecstasy..
of our ever temple garden
love
Written by summultima
(uma)
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#NoPoo/ 241220/ 23:23:11
*Pic: web pics ( of cherry blood drippy lip & the peachy skins of love.) in fusion by self. hope it looks as intended of its fusion..& not something.else perhaps lol.
Happy Xmas 🤶🎅⛄⛄NoPoo Lovely Poets & all DUzz
lepperochan said:Not gonna lie, Lady. when I saw the pic first I thought it was something else haha
good stuff. best to you and yours and rob and his
Lol thanks for your honesty in saying..
perhaps wl do some edits or remove later.
(mind voice banging inner.. when will you pathetic uma ev stop (mis)adventurezz ..in the name of viz poetries.. kills those otherwise spotless pics;)
Robuma thanks & Wishezzz you Lep & your dear~ nearzz a happy happy xmas.. & stay safe 🙏⛄♥️
good stuff. best to you and yours and rob and his
Lol thanks for your honesty in saying..
perhaps wl do some edits or remove later.
(mind voice banging inner.. when will you pathetic uma ev stop (mis)adventurezz ..in the name of viz poetries.. kills those otherwise spotless pics;)
Robuma thanks & Wishezzz you Lep & your dear~ nearzz a happy happy xmas.. & stay safe 🙏⛄♥️
I know it's hard, if it wasn't
things still wouldn't be easy
why would they?
people like you and me
ain't no stranger to nuthin
things come fluently
I saw a star
it shone, it flickered
and it said something
I know it did
#NoPoo
things still wouldn't be easy
why would they?
people like you and me
ain't no stranger to nuthin
things come fluently
I saw a star
it shone, it flickered
and it said something
I know it did
#NoPoo
Do You Still Believe ? (NoPoo 44)
santa clause has been
merry christmas everyone
hope your wish came true
merry christmas everyone
hope your wish came true
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Ghosts of Christmases Past
its cold here now
tonight, the furnace came to life
for the first time this winter
a stale smell of faintly burnt something or other
nostalgia drifts in along with the warmth
I'm cuddled and safe
It's been so long and I just realized,
i almost forgot your face
still, i remember your smell in such complete
a sense of perfect happiness
in all your delivered contentment
adored memories,
cherished and awash in a bittersweet love;
alone—
with all this warmth permeating, deep
again, i am cuddled and safe
#NoPoo 12/25/2020
7:42pm EST
its cold here now
tonight, the furnace came to life
for the first time this winter
a stale smell of faintly burnt something or other
nostalgia drifts in along with the warmth
I'm cuddled and safe
It's been so long and I just realized,
i almost forgot your face
still, i remember your smell in such complete
a sense of perfect happiness
in all your delivered contentment
adored memories,
cherished and awash in a bittersweet love;
alone—
with all this warmth permeating, deep
again, i am cuddled and safe
#NoPoo 12/25/2020
7:42pm EST
Right question, wrong time
could have said something nice
like wow its all amazballs
but no, not me
I gaze back
from the huge wall
of presents round the tree
and say "what're you gonna do
next year if there's no money"
and I saw in her eyes
the thought terrified her
probably should have waited
til after dinner
could have said something nice
like wow its all amazballs
but no, not me
I gaze back
from the huge wall
of presents round the tree
and say "what're you gonna do
next year if there's no money"
and I saw in her eyes
the thought terrified her
probably should have waited
til after dinner
Zoom
Looking down on earth’s mayhem, the gloom
Lilies of the valleys
Death toll continues to tally
One by One
We thirst for freedom
Yet, war is never won
We talk of peace
In such limited space we earthly lease
We talk of love
Not spiritually given, if it’s not from above
Inner connection of selves
Feelings cashed in, rewards greater than wealth
Why do I talk of soaring
To keep the mighty beast of hatred from roaring
Rainfall kept at bay without an umbrella as its pouring
Blanketing grief of life as the mind is daily touring
Once my feet hit solid ground
Looking around, hearing whispered sounds
Everyone now talking in tongues
No one worries about their kingdom come
As they say on earth
Strife, killing, and people mentally murked
As it is in Heaven
Justice on the knees given unto twenty-four seven
As you know, I run to be free
Ancestral remnants of no chains as I flee
The wind at my back, walk...run…soaring beyond far
Spirit guiding my destination under that twinkling North Star
Distance as a ghost flashing in the wind
Peace, tranquil, endorphins below I send
Air to survive, breath to breathe, emotions I lend
Wounded hearts finding ways to mend
As our presence stands to be accounted, we defend
Love we always recommend, Hugs of life defined to the very end
NoPoo #32 (12-25-20)
