#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

Dead Knight society

take my steed
that it may carry you
'cross the great fields
when your legs tire

I will wait here dead
until my shoulders are touched
by your sword

then, my queen
I will wear your mouth
on my lips


#NoPoo

lepperochan said:Dead Knight society

take my steed
that it may carry you
'cross the great fields
when your legs tire

I will wait here dead
until my shoulders are touched
by your sword

then, my queen
I will wear your mouth
on my lips


#NoPoo


That is the smoothest lines that even this Queen softly felt my poet.. very alluring

AspergerPoet56 said:
Ooh...I like this.

a whispered confirmation



I feel you
all around me
caressing my soul and mind
wrapped around my very being
pressed to your chest
you hold me so tight
our breathing pairs in synchronicity
a strong hand buries itself in my nape
goosebumps hard pebble
the scent of need flares
filling the room - - so sweet and heady
your presence is all I know
emerald green finds deep blue
mesmerized then transported—
a lost child, in a tall grassy field;
burrowing into your warm strength
a whisper escapes,
and finds its way to a tender heart
my barely audible reply,

                                     
                                    "Yes, only yours"



#NoPoo
12/06/2020
6:49am EST

Bluevelvete said: a whispered confirmation



I feel you
all around me
caressing my soul and mind
wrapped around my very being
pressed to your chest
you hold me so tight
our breathing pairs in synchronicity
a strong hand buries itself in my nape
goosebumps hard pebble
the scent of need flares
filling the room - - so sweet and heady
your presence is all I know
emerald green finds deep blue
mesmerized then transported—
a lost child, in a tall grassy field;
burrowing into your warm strength
a whisper escapes,
and finds its way to a tender heart
my barely audible reply,

                                     
                                    "Yes, only yours"



#NoPoo
12/06/2020
6:49am EST

Awesome🌹

6.1.2020
7.53pm
#NoPoo


hush, baby, are you listening
to the gaia's lullaby
the gentle soughing
of the passing wind

do you hear the gentle calling
of woods' spirits playing
among the flowers and saplings
of bushy shrubs in the spring


I'm still here
waiting to dance
with you on the glade

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Who makes the decision as a person stand
Once life exits the birth canal are you now considered woman or a man

Pink or Blue
We extend our congratulations as we waited for this handsome bundle anew
However, what happens when one’s not sure after coming of age
The mentality of your gender, a person just cannot gage
Parents dealing with alter egos and the backlash of identity rage
Marbles and trains become dolls and dresses
Counselors out of pocket expenses to determine undetected sexes
But mama, I feel that way everyday
I should have aborted you, your gender related issues keep getting in this family’s religious ways
Yet, I still continue to pray
You would wake up and do as a boy should play

Is it wrong Is it their right
When feelings to connect with the same sex becomes their day of light
Daily legal fights within the realm of society labeled misguided mental flights
Dealing and accepting their personal plights
No one in our family has ever met this fate
Wait, allow me to get this straight
You want to what! Change your sex with hormone pills
Oh my God, please help this family, are you for real
My family, my friends, my church, what would they think
You have shunned this family long enough, you were in the blue, now all you see is pink

People, we must learn to love all
Each person’s destiny is always God’s call
Laws to protect
For the silent seeking genders, you may never have met, being a nurse, not yet
Universal love
Showered from above
Do I personally judge
I am a person, who do not like to form opinions, or keep a daily grudge
It’s a moral decision of who they think they are, who they desire to be
I respect you all, just do not hinder me
If you feel I stepped on your toes, as my words are set free
Or my voice
Your lifestyle, as you must respect other people’s verbal disbelief of choice

However, may your inner decision give you peace, therefore, may the masses learn to forgive
For the ones who refuse to understand, please do not condemn their attitudes for the way, you live
I will say, there’s enough room for us all
Just do not beat one’s unacceptable head against a wall
The mind during conception
A misguided chromosome rejection
People will tell you it’s not in the DNA
How could you be born and flip your gender the opposite way

Should society shun those who have hid their presence behind a closed door
If God makes no mistakes then what are we complaining for
Discrimination to settle a mental score
Knocking a person’s feelings for their gender related issues to the floor
No one knows what goes on inside the mind of a person who is born one way, yet acts another
It doesn’t make their journey any less easy, that seed still came from the womb of a mother

Feelings felt in his or her mind
To want to change from God’s initial design
Do you think there is a heavenly clause
For the seeds created, planted and delivered with a hidden pause
A twisted existence no one wants to applause
Your journey is your own
Let’s just all support, and leave well enough alone
God tempers the land as he sits on his throne
If anyone, he should be the one to pick a bone
Every melody prayed up to his ears is their life’s song
Sex same marriages
Surrogates paid for same sex baby carriages
The same two and two as they love
Demonstrations, begging to change laws, which was B.C ordained from above

God has to be cordial some may say
A man shall leave his father and mother and cling unto his wife as noted, it’s the Bible’s way
I remain silent, I suppose love is blind
As a nurse, it’s my creed to always give peace over troubled waters to a confused mind
Maybe the wrong word to use
To them, no internal confuse
Gay pride parades are their mental muse
I can only imagine, society such as this
Only want arms to embrace, lips to kiss
This world has moved so fast to place this issue on my Nurse’s poem wish list

To discuss
In as much
But hey, this existence effects some, not all
I would be hypocritical with words if I did not place someone else’s silent issues for a surgical procedure such as this magnitude on roll call
For a world so vast
Don’t worry about anyone else’s breath, breathe as if it’s, your last
I hope I did justice for all who reads to admit, hey, that could be a relative they know, or a friend to some form of degree
For the eyes of acceptance, I’m sure they only want to be
Rather you are lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender as seen in your eyes
I have long ago resigned my, what! get out of here! or my whys
I am trying to maintain my own earthy existence of spreading love and a future home in the sky

Written and posted here 10/18 during Nurse's Week, an entry from off my Nurse's wish list of complex situations affecting so many by the way of  bias/unbiased opinions. For this particular segregated society and what some of them must undergo to blend in the conformities of society

NoPoo #42 (01-06-21)

#NoPoo/ 060121/ 00:58:31

An assumption of blind agony


to be unknown
a forever agony
isolation binds tighter
with each breath in mistake
to see an imperfect loneliness
in a noisy sea of sheer blindness
why is distracted always the reality
O' the shine of those of faux self hated beauty
Never, to fully see the wonder of so many,
not even with that refined,
unfettered purpose and clarity,
that normally gets wielded so cleverly,
my deathbed plight...
you're never just quite able to see—
forever blinded
when the true beauty was always...


                                   
                                                  ... me.




#Nopoo
1/7/2021
4:04pmEST

Hearts Of Stone

In the arms of an Angel’s embracement of such sweet and tender care
As I’m lying in your arms, tell me your beautiful dreams, as I eradicate your earthly nightmares    
The elixir of love given unto thee by Heavenly designs    
Bathe in the essence of my divinity as you mesmerize and caress my mind    
In the arms of an Angel’s merry-go-around of melodies, beautifully composed    
Angel wings are gloriously exposed    
   
Smitten by time, delicately bitten, as sipped on as fine wine    
My Angel’s wings are on a forgiving earthly mission    
Divinity interventions within a pinkish sultry ride found to be in mint condition    
In the arms of an Angel soar away from here    
A blend of wool against the softness of gentle cashmere    
As we stairway the stratosphere, opening our minds as we celestial veer    
The comforts of my gentle breeze are so serene, so sincere      
   
As rapture floats on a rainfall as it merges within a rushing stream    
In reality, the gratification felt in your mind, your dreams    
In the arms of an Angel's wings, destiny meets fate    
Cleanse your mind as you debate, the provisional of time never waits    
Minds over matter overruled at any rate    
Passion of the mind, the touch of the soul, I breathlessly await    
   
In the arms of an Angel, a guardian to settle the center of my wings under you    
Laying in your bed…giving you your toppling and weakening just due    
Spiritual food, as you eat      
Bodies in sync to the tune of its own mystical beat    
No alliance could ever be righter or stronger      
Pushing the limits of captivating the stars a tad longer    
   
In the arms of an Angel, from my soft lips to your ears    
In this lifetime, a male earthly being is defined by heaven in how he handles his fears    
Channel his desires    
Paired with a passionate flame as a candle wick ignites a blazing fire    
How he escalates his as well as other minds higher    
In the arms of an Angel, may you find comfort and everlasting peace    
When you sneeze    
God bless you as you bow to be spiritually appeased    

Nopoo #43 (01-07-20)
Beautiful artwork by Carol Heyer (Pinterest)

soulful appreciations
with hand 'pon heart
'tis but a flutter
as the beat slows
to catch light in those rainbows
O'er that crest(d) is now where I'll go

8.1.2021
3.06pm
#NoPoo

I'm walking deserted highways
thinking of nothing
but how empty it is
without you in my life
there's no one in the mirror
no one listens
my voice rebound within a void
...blur...

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