#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
a theory of possible sanguinity.
These walls
are not sacred
nor under watch
from mayors or thieves
.. and that's as it should be.
We are ours,
We, protectors of self
and deed
of the holiest
regard and care
In times
of unexpected
is where
worth and value
are spotlit
Those who do,
become Jade or Pearl
in an innate
of obvious rare goodness
the kind that words can't find
Plain in sight,
a beauty in such apparent
of each whisper
each beckon
each call,
to be better than...
It's when those times
are challenged
to be colored; shaded
in a hue of everything open
and seen
There's the point,
that we ALL are ours
full of noble sunshine,
lustrous hope
and a need to plant seeds,
to watch them grow—
into a life of storied pride,
paying forward in sustenance
and all that is promised air.
Written by Bluevelvete
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#Nopoo 3/18/21
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...of barb wire fences and invisible defences
some
just are born
fortresses
of fortitude
carrying on
with a deafening silence
and outlasting all enemies
words
assembled from far and wide
fall in a heap
at their sight
a dead tree but watches
and cannot be but a witness
to their journey ...
Written by cold_fusion
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Thu, 18/03/2021
2157 AEDST
NP#72
2157 AEDST
NP#72
Beaux moments dans le temps
Les chuchotements se sentaient loin
Porté dans l'univers sur une plume du vent qui souffle
Si doucement senti, fermant les yeux, caressé affectueusement pour inspirer
Souviens-toi avec véhémence de la chaleur de sa passion
La faim en vain d'adorer sa vérité
Nage dans mon abîme de soie Pour embrasser dans sa délivrance
Danser dans sa folie retentissante
Mirages de l'essence de son âme
Affaibli pour mon toucher, mon parfum, mon goût
Fusion des esprits, couvrant les profondeurs des âmes
Le voile du désir, ma luxure, le tatouage infini porte à minuit
Purger nos êtres au clair de lune
L'absence d'extase souille nos cœurs
Des mots accablants alors que notre corps converge
Porté dans l'univers sur une plume du vent qui souffle
Si doucement senti, fermant les yeux, caressé affectueusement pour inspirer
Souviens-toi avec véhémence de la chaleur de sa passion
La faim en vain d'adorer sa vérité
Nage dans mon abîme de soie Pour embrasser dans sa délivrance
Danser dans sa folie retentissante
Mirages de l'essence de son âme
Affaibli pour mon toucher, mon parfum, mon goût
Fusion des esprits, couvrant les profondeurs des âmes
Le voile du désir, ma luxure, le tatouage infini porte à minuit
Purger nos êtres au clair de lune
L'absence d'extase souille nos cœurs
Des mots accablants alors que notre corps converge
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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NoPoo #100 (03-18-21).. I wanted one hundredth NoPoo poem to be in my native dialect
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words. (a senryú)
soothe or slay with ease
power— beyond all measure
one, is all it takes.
Written by Bluevelvete
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#Nopoo (making up for yesterday) 3/18/21
Beaux moments dans le temps
Les chuchotements se sentaient loin
Porté dans l'univers sur une plume du vent qui souffle
Si doucement senti, fermant les yeux, caressé affectueusement pour inspirer
Souviens-toi avec véhémence de la chaleur de sa passion
La faim en vain d'adorer sa vérité
Nage dans mon abîme de soie Pour embrasser dans sa délivrance
Danser dans sa folie retentissante
Mirages de l'essence de son âme
Affaibli pour mon toucher, mon parfum, mon goût
Fusion des esprits, couvrant les profondeurs des âmes
Le voile du désir, ma luxure, le tatouage infini porte à minuit
Purger nos êtres au clair de lune
L'absence d'extase souille nos cœurs
Des mots accablants alors que notre corps converge
Porté dans l'univers sur une plume du vent qui souffle
Si doucement senti, fermant les yeux, caressé affectueusement pour inspirer
Souviens-toi avec véhémence de la chaleur de sa passion
La faim en vain d'adorer sa vérité
Nage dans mon abîme de soie Pour embrasser dans sa délivrance
Danser dans sa folie retentissante
Mirages de l'essence de son âme
Affaibli pour mon toucher, mon parfum, mon goût
Fusion des esprits, couvrant les profondeurs des âmes
Le voile du désir, ma luxure, le tatouage infini porte à minuit
Purger nos êtres au clair de lune
L'absence d'extase souille nos cœurs
Des mots accablants alors que notre corps converge
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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SweetKittyCat5 said:
NoPoo #100 (03-18-21).. I wanted one hundredth NoPoo poem to be in my native dialect
👏👏👏💥🌟🎊🎉👏👏👏
Wow!! 💯!
Congratulations SKC. more than a marathon effort.
NoPoo #100 (03-18-21).. I wanted one hundredth NoPoo poem to be in my native dialect
👏👏👏💥🌟🎊🎉👏👏👏
Wow!! 💯!
Congratulations SKC. more than a marathon effort.
19.03.2021
6.24am
#NoPoo
All magicked away
bruised and abandoned
heart within thorns still beauty reigned
signs of death faded
sunk by dirt
essence scattered in wilderness
asking to be united
with what was
a dream ...a nightmare
passed away into obscurity
nothing mattered anymore
147
6.24am
#NoPoo
All magicked away
bruised and abandoned
heart within thorns still beauty reigned
signs of death faded
sunk by dirt
essence scattered in wilderness
asking to be united
with what was
a dream ...a nightmare
passed away into obscurity
nothing mattered anymore
147
nuthin worse than waking up and the clock says it’s still morning
and then what
maybe find a dog
and walk it to death
just to get a breath of air
maybe come here
build a nice wooden cross
Whoever said there’s two types of people mustn’t have been able to count
isn’t it thrilling
to live through a plague
I’m thinking me an Israelite
god ain’t gonna cough me down
not for love nor money
kind of funny but not really funny at all
is the fact
I can’t remember cold turkey
and it was less than two years ago
maybe more [..and therein lies it]
but I’ve never forgot how it felt
to watch her fall in love
#NoPoo
and then what
maybe find a dog
and walk it to death
just to get a breath of air
maybe come here
build a nice wooden cross
Whoever said there’s two types of people mustn’t have been able to count
isn’t it thrilling
to live through a plague
I’m thinking me an Israelite
god ain’t gonna cough me down
not for love nor money
kind of funny but not really funny at all
is the fact
I can’t remember cold turkey
and it was less than two years ago
maybe more [..and therein lies it]
but I’ve never forgot how it felt
to watch her fall in love
#NoPoo
lepperochan said: nuthin worse than waking up and the clock says it’s still morning
and then what
maybe find a dog
and walk it to death
just to get a bit of fresh air
maybe come here
build a nice wooden cross
stain it like a boss
Whoever said there’s two types of people mustn’t have been able to count
isn’t it thrilling
to live through a plague
I’m thinking me an Israelite
god ain’t gonna cough me down
not for love nor money
kind of funny but not really funny at all
is the fact
I can’t remember cold turkey
and it was less than two years ago
maybe more [..and therein lies it]
but I’ve never forgot how it felt
to watch her fall in love
#NoPoo
I tried to pick out one little morsel that was my favorite... they all won.
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
(Post more poems, kind sir... is my greedy request.. 🤷🏻♀️ )... lol
and then what
maybe find a dog
and walk it to death
just to get a bit of fresh air
maybe come here
build a nice wooden cross
stain it like a boss
Whoever said there’s two types of people mustn’t have been able to count
isn’t it thrilling
to live through a plague
I’m thinking me an Israelite
god ain’t gonna cough me down
not for love nor money
kind of funny but not really funny at all
is the fact
I can’t remember cold turkey
and it was less than two years ago
maybe more [..and therein lies it]
but I’ve never forgot how it felt
to watch her fall in love
#NoPoo
I tried to pick out one little morsel that was my favorite... they all won.
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
(Post more poems, kind sir... is my greedy request.. 🤷🏻♀️ )... lol
Fri, 19/03/2021
2239 AEDST
NP#73
of a dimly lit place and the reign of ignorance
yes progress
is a long and lethal process
one can only see so much
from the mind's eye
of perception and the
wanton stubborn ignorance
in a house built of wood
there's no shortage of fuel
...
2239 AEDST
NP#73
of a dimly lit place and the reign of ignorance
yes progress
is a long and lethal process
one can only see so much
from the mind's eye
of perception and the
wanton stubborn ignorance
in a house built of wood
there's no shortage of fuel
...
