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#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

Grace
IDryad
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22.01.2021
1.08am
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It's past midnight
feeling a little hungry
as usual I think of you
and then maple syrup on pancakes
and scrambled eggs
...thinking to make scrambled eggs a little later on...put salt pepper and a little syrup on them...
Next time You make scrambled eggs...put a tiny bit of pancake syrup on side of plate ...dip egg in and try...see what You think


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Bluevelvete
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come in from the cold

maybe you're out there
know my sympathies
feel the words
of condolence
missing a stranger
an apparition who moves the air
warms it
with succinct perfection
my own thoughts
bring you to fruition
... in some small way...
or I just want to think
you can hear me,
see me,
can read my write
reappearing
poetically in form
and beautiful reformed
this time
to stay...




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1/21 /21
6:47pm EST

AspergerPoet56
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Black And White Truth (NoPoo 72)

I think
In black and white
No shades
Grey means
Nothing
Only brings confusion

Clarity
Is understood
Ambiguous drivel
Just unnecessary
Bullshit

Give me
Straight talking
Truthful rhetoric
No hidden genda
Or sarcasm

An autistic
Of little brain
Finite tolerances
Dreading the mass avalanche
Of normal people

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summultima
uma
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Streaking Back Again & Again... Our One~  Ev :: Love's Infinity  

Streaking Back Again & Again... Our One~  Ev :: Love's Infinity  
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SweetKittyCat5
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Klu Klux Klan

I could only imagine how this poem is going to go    
When the words from my cerebral cortex begins to flow      
Some may need an umbrella from a sense of past lineage pain      
To withstand the rooted scars of ancestral rains      
Readers, hold on to your seats      
I’ll grasp your hand as our divided minds come to greet      
      
Three little words      
For anyone who’ve never heard      
The history of such      
That has affected years of hated, parades, demonstrations pretty much      
Burning crosses      
In the name of Jim Crow property losses      
Stay with the movement of my mental river      
As I introduce to you      
Joe, the Klu Klux Klan’s, Grand Wizard      
     
What is it doc      
Your life is fading away by the tick of the clock      
Whatever do you mean      
A rare blood condition affecting your spleen      
It’s a declining disease that only affects one out of three      
How long do I have to live      
I have kids, wife, who I take care of, money to make at work I must give      
There are various methods we can use      
However, I do not want your mind to be amused      
I will do anything to prolong my life      
I must rid this earth of the inferiors who causes this world daily strife      
Baby making thugs, without a wife      
Stars of David, who are still standing strong      
Camps and gas should have had them long gone      
     
The doctor shook his head in anger for his patient’s internal hatred and grief      
For a prominent upstanding man in society with hidden racial beliefs      
Doc, what is the next step      
I have a civil unrest march to participate in, its a matter of life and death      
Joe, you need a blood transfusion      
Joe slumped his shoulders in mental confusion      
     
Okay, my family will roll up their sleeves      
It’s not that simple, please believe      
     
You have a rare blood type      
Before this is all over you may have to smoke that peace pipe      
Would you like to think about it, but please be quick      
I think this sound decision will do the trick      
Medications after that, it should get you through      
In this case, my heart goes out to you      
With reference too      
     
Taking care of this eminent matter      
A clean prognosis; your life given back to you on a silver platter      
Next week we shall begin your initial treatment      
That would be all sir since no disagreements      
One week later, hospital bed as Joe lay      
Wife, kids, kissing him for his nightly stay      
     
The doctor comes in with chart in hand      
A worried look for a professional man      
The blood transfusion brought up your blood count      
However, you may need another for such a lagging amount      
I have no other way to say this, but the rare donor we had to fly in, he’s black      
A blow to Joe’s mind as he laid on his back      
All his beliefs of a pure race thrown out of whack      
One drop of impurity blood as Joe thinks      
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink      
     
His wife squeezed his hand      
Honey, maybe this is God’s plan      
We have stigmatized far too long      
The good ole buddy boy system has vanished, it’s gone      
You have me, the kids      
This decision far outlives      
Your beliefs from what you have always forbid      
     
I say this is Karma with a twist of fate      
For all the marching in God’s name, labeled hate      
You are on the throne of life and death      
Destiny has knocked on your door, for which you have just met      
Blood you live, without you die      
You stand in attendance with white hoods of concealment, spewing propaganda lies      
We’ve come to this what will you do      
God always takes care of babies, and pities the fools      
     
Joe looked around and closed his eyes in shame      
Images of his knighthood, cross burnings, for goodness sake he was the Grand Wizard of the Klu Klux Klan      
Joe had a last minute ditch plan      
Could I meet this fellow, it will give my mind comfort to say in the least      
The Fox finally meets the Geese      
He will change his mind once he’s met the villain of peace      
   
The door opened admitting a child      
Joe sat up, the child’s braces to legs held his eyes      
   
Unstudied steps made it to his side      
Joe at that minute immediately swallowed his pride      
Hi mister a frail hand extended in warmth      
Joe latched onto a new view, thoughts to love reborn      
Things went smooth as the poem goes      
Joe now learning his donor to reel a fish in tow      
     
Mother has passed on, frail child living in foster care, as society’s blood loaner      
Stable environment and home now under the care of Joe, a black child’s donor      
     
First John 4:20 “If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.”      
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NoPoo #55 (01-22-21)

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AspergerPoet56
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Trampled Freedom (NoPoo 73)

The word    
Is freedom  
We hear it    
All the time    
But it dont mean    
A whole lot    
While being trampled    
By the mob    
   
Souls of patriots    
Tainted    
By the right to demonstrate    
The resurrection    
Of histories inserrection    
Its not communism    
Taking over    
Just gun toting facists    
   
Demoracy    
Is just a declaration    
On an old parchment    
Twitter feeds    
Are the modern day    
Constitutional truths    
Fuelling gangs    
Of conspiracy theorists    
   
Steeped in gun law    
Taking out of context    
Lawful amendments    
To incite    
The right againt left    
Bleeding on the flag    
No longer stands    
For something  
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anna_grin
ANNAN
Dangerous Mind
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posted elsewhere. remove if you like 🤷‍♀️

you are a trawler in the green gold blue black
sea i love.
you are a trawler calling herself the ark of the covenant
outfitted absurdly for war.
the white dove you send flying
wants to sleep in the sand.
and your lines hang with rotten meat.
you will catch no good fish today.

Bluevelvete
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cradle.



O' mossy earth
of whisper'd secrets
hidden, deep
ahh,  
the languid richness
wafts thoughts
of wooden decay
temperate forest
in intrigued wonder,
teasing your spectacular
flaring gossamer spray
c o m e
~ lie naked ~
with all your
exquisite horror
have the nightingale fly,  
taking with them
all the sorrow
Yes!
forest of thy very
cherished own
bare all
your mysterious floral
cradle me,  
within your densely brow
as i inhale
the perfumed thicket,  
so
cradle me,
dearest forest
help my heart take
root  
to grow  

 
 
 
 
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#Nopoo
1/23/21
9:29am EST

lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
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many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip



I went to kiss her
she moved her head
so I kissed her friend instead
and she liked it

dunno why
I didnt try before



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Just a quick thanks to all the poets here. to those prolific and to those who drop by and leave their footprints. you're all much appreciated, and loved (not necessarily by me, but by another person or a dog or cat or snake or something)   (...I jest)

*hat tip*


SweetKittyCat5
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BITCH

Female Dog, really    
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly  
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part    
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start    
    
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name    
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame    
A word so lame    
Straight out the hood game    
   
No harsher tone of a word between you and me    
As you can see    
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best    
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down from, yet    
How did I react    
Sit back and I’ll tell you a couple of facts    
   
BEAUTY of earth as sharp as I can be, inner and outer as you can see    
IN a stratosphere ruled by God above, giving one hundred percent sisterly love    
TOTAL grounded by life’s golden rules, hopefully detained as someone’s muse    
CONTROL as you listen to me, I will tell you no lies, the stars, the moon, guides the wise    
HERSELF as she knows, adapt in society to live, do we need a master key, God’s creed to give    
   
For the women of this earth, in this day and time, who are still around    
Never give the mouth power to bring your doctrine down    
Stand or fall, without all the complications    
It’s you against them and their false expectations    
An unpleasant accusation    
Tres’Bon    
Is the beauty within your song    
   
Beauty In Total Control of Herself    
The mirror is your conscious, more or less    
Bitch said in anger    
Brings on mental danger    
From the mouth of a stranger    
It’s definitely a game changer    
   
Inhale in, Exhale out    
Excuse you men for letting this word slip out your mouth    
Especially when you know nothing about    
For that demoralize word given, no benefit of the doubt    
A productive opening of your mouth, which could be used in such a pleasing way down south    
   
Lower, no…no don’t stray    
You shall apologize for the word you had no right to say    
We as women are natural born caregivers    
Life deliverers    
One woman to another    
Don’t call me such a title you will not label your mother    
I hope this is not going in one ear and out the other    
   
Hey, I’m just telling the truth    
And remember, it’s my point of view    
So, let’s dish the Bitch pitch    
You can say, even call it    
It still doesn’t make sense one single bit    
Some will say, it takes one to know one    
Does it make it fair seeming when it still rolls off your tongue    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
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NoPoo #56 (01-23-21)

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
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deathlessly.  this

 
 
 

 
arterial partitioning days, the fairy highways
diverge in bright lucidities of a destiny..
 
texturally maturing are the bare sun crisp scalps  
of an ancient mixed cropped (flori)culture-
the  
rosaceous jasminous & fragrant pool of petals, in  
essential presence of love's  divine perfumery spread..  
 
 
...now, briskly electric are the each metallic garlanding  
strands.. those vase as lustrous heaven marriage bunches…  
streamline to be the 'one' eternal~ directionally irrigational
penta-branching oars.. of the nimble finning in togetherness
 
 
our fingery holds
.... those  
dare impinge head on head violent aloud abrade
in the cranial~ thudding bloody raw rainfall wars..  
despite their tenderly shrunken densely soaking pink
sheaths..  of their knotty spiralling in-  a deepeningly  
puzzling pull of the uniquely patented palmar prints  
 
that are the iron-willed battling shields with outstretching  
adamantine (s)words-  pacing fastly precise as liberational  
thought tigers... shatteringly break off this heady~ caged  
 
sarcophagus
 
 
 
& the thus lumberingly this parching mind d(r)ies… to  
 
n- refresh clicks.               r e b i r t h  

 
 
 
 
 
 
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summultima
uma
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two short extemporaneous  poetry.. of these hard~ heavy 'kaliyug' times


  
   
   
   
   
1.  
::    impervious...   ::
 
   
   
   
...she’s  now .  
to nature.      Its light & love    
   
the benumbing cancers gang her up    
to a mere skeletal eaten up caricature    
   
& yet to a massive ticking distortional mess…    
   
   
the slightest of incitement to explode...    
are these stigmatic quarantining- the    
 obligately insane... staring forever..    
their rock-hardened cold eyes-    
unknown to lukewarm tears... of    
an overbrimming love... & mercy..
 
   
-that are much more lethally viral    
than the now killer corona virus.    
   
   
   
   
   
2.  
:: lets dig out the rotting~ well    
nosocomial burial disposals..
::
 
   
   
   
 they totally stink of    
clinical treasonous murders    
   
of the ‘so-called’  
mass leaders– the ev  
politicking corruptibly    
powerful & filthy rich    
   
all nicely (mis)happen    
here...  in sssshhh!  a sterile silence    
by none than their own wolverine creed’s    
intimate hands of backstabbing alliances    
in meted out mortifying strangulations..    
done tactfully traceless-    
   
of course these deaths & dates  
befittingly are in the deliberate    
forgottenness by us-   hail the label    
of public amnesia in these    
such pathetic cases...  in karmic    
wipe outs for breeding  gulosity    
   
   
   
   
save the heartmindbodysoul  
for revolution   for poetry
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
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Grace
IDryad
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24.01.2021
8.14am
#NoPoo

blush of the Eastern Skies
eventual to a sunny day
a beacon perhaps
of better days to come

the harbinger bird
screamed a few times
yesterday
bringing a soul to d'zaahim
he'll be buried on Tuesday

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