#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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22.01.2021
1.08am
#NoPoo
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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1.08am
#NoPoo
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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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 21st July 2020Forum Posts: 2349
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...
#Nopoo
1/21 /21
6:47pm EST
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...
#Nopoo
1/21 /21
6:47pm EST
AspergerPoet56
Forum Posts: 1898
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 4th Dec 2018Forum Posts: 1898
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
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
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Anonymous
summultima
uma
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uma
Dangerous Mind
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#NoPoo/ 230121/ 00:17:58
SweetKittyCat5
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Tyrant of Words
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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.”
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.”
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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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
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
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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.
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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1/23/21
9:29am EST
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
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Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 1st Apr 2011Forum Posts: 14564
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
#NoPoo
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*
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
#NoPoo
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
Forum Posts: 1943
Tyrant of Words
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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
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
Forum Posts: 1306
uma
Dangerous Mind
34
Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum Posts: 1306
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
Forum Posts: 1306
uma
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 3rd Feb 2012Forum Posts: 1306
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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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16962
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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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
89