#NoPoo for Gabriel Book two -Invictus-
219
15.6.2021
12.37pm
#NoPoo
Dryad's Dream
diamond sequined gown
dance on sparkling ice
as young Margot Fonteyn
and Rudolph Nureyev
on a flowered deck
glade in faraway land
where the faeries roam
and dryads and Oreads dwell
that none might
destroy the forests of dreams.
15.6.2021
12.37pm
#NoPoo
Dryad's Dream
diamond sequined gown
dance on sparkling ice
as young Margot Fonteyn
and Rudolph Nureyev
on a flowered deck
glade in faraway land
where the faeries roam
and dryads and Oreads dwell
that none might
destroy the forests of dreams.
That smile
They're rare
and not usual,
he says
taken aback
in soulful splendour
very aware
of the respectful honour
such.
power.
wields.
O' to bring pure joy.
The source—
from which a smile blossoms,
is
to be
millisecond
fully known
steeped in
profound realization
of just how
love
is
seeded—
all while
twinkling
in
grace
#Nopoo (#216)
(NoPoo 216) Monitoring The Pressure
I wake
Opening rited eyes
A world screaming
Or is it my own mind
Hard to distinguish
Thoughts keep crying
Scavaging feelings
Eating away sanity
Hearing voices
Loud cackling laughter
Wheel turning
Spinning around
Like life
Never stopping
Always rushing
Scurrying going nowhere
Clenched fists
High blood pressure
Reddened face
Angry anxiety wins
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Total word count 53
I wake
Opening rited eyes
A world screaming
Or is it my own mind
Hard to distinguish
Thoughts keep crying
Scavaging feelings
Eating away sanity
Hearing voices
Loud cackling laughter
Wheel turning
Spinning around
Like life
Never stopping
Always rushing
Scurrying going nowhere
Clenched fists
High blood pressure
Reddened face
Angry anxiety wins
Unique word count 53
Total word count 53
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220
15.6.2021
7.56PM
#NoPoo
Fancy
holding hands
walking down the hallway
looking at photographs on the wall
heads close together
looking and pointing
sniggers and giggles
‘Remember that…”
“I saw that one…”
laughing
holding each other close
shadows flitting by
they never noticed.
15.6.2021
7.56PM
#NoPoo
Fancy
holding hands
walking down the hallway
looking at photographs on the wall
heads close together
looking and pointing
sniggers and giggles
‘Remember that…”
“I saw that one…”
laughing
holding each other close
shadows flitting by
they never noticed.
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A swim through the hourglass and a fall through the cracks of time.
(ii.)
July 2019—
it's within seconds,
perhaps less
and i'm comfortably lost
wayward and winding
twisting through curves
a soaring float without end
upon a 'something'
a mind's version
this, my ethereal misty
being lighter than
ever before
my husk and i
traveling so high
an inner voice,
the one
of non-stop nagging
quieted now
only one sound—
blood rushing in veins
or maybe soft winds
brushing against cooled skin
senses dull a bit
i can smell
sweet earth
and taste the harsh reality of iron
feeling a heartbeat
that slows,
unnoticed
pain morphs
to a grey blue
as any
and all panic disappears
danger dissolves
it all becomes alright
clear, crystallized
no fear no doubts
only a small sadness
that i would never see you
or have you know.
as i felt it all
less
and
less
Written by Bluevelvete
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#Nopoo (#217)
(NoPoo 217) On A String
Hanging on a string
Lonely swinging waiting heart
Indesribale ache living inside
Feelings say its no sunday thing
More an everyday all night long sensatiom
Dangling over the abtss
Where surrender beeathes
Sending electrical shivers
Delightful jolts through senses
Giving that awareness of life
Love's madness keeps seeping
Yearnings biting hard
Feever burning
Fire rushes
Forever connecting
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Total word count 57
Hanging on a string
Lonely swinging waiting heart
Indesribale ache living inside
Feelings say its no sunday thing
More an everyday all night long sensatiom
Dangling over the abtss
Where surrender beeathes
Sending electrical shivers
Delightful jolts through senses
Giving that awareness of life
Love's madness keeps seeping
Yearnings biting hard
Feever burning
Fire rushes
Forever connecting
Unique word count 57
Total word count 57
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[A continuation poem, inspired by and using the last line from @AspergerPoet56's Nopoo #217...]
On a String... cont'd
Forever connecting
mirroring one another
conjoined pain attracts
such poignant souls adhere
Being untied of one,
entwined to swing in dual
to be exactly every single day
hope filled together, per fate's allow
Madness morphs to fools in love
conquering the deepest abyss
even one glimmer of light
shall wholly destroy shared evil
Pure , honest hearts meld
loneliness is but a whispered memory
the ache of once yearned for
becomes the pulsing need of joy
and simple happiness
unified in mind
spirit
and branded upon
always.
#Nopoo (#218]
On a String... cont'd
Forever connecting
mirroring one another
conjoined pain attracts
such poignant souls adhere
Being untied of one,
entwined to swing in dual
to be exactly every single day
hope filled together, per fate's allow
Madness morphs to fools in love
conquering the deepest abyss
even one glimmer of light
shall wholly destroy shared evil
Pure , honest hearts meld
loneliness is but a whispered memory
the ache of once yearned for
becomes the pulsing need of joy
and simple happiness
unified in mind
spirit
and branded upon
always.
#Nopoo (#218]
221
16.6.2021
3.21PM
#NoPoo
Doughnut
I don't give a pee whistle
on what you think about me
I don't give a middle finger
at a rolling doughnut
I will stop when I want
I will cease when I stop
my pain is not your average wound
you don't know anything
about mine
if you think sorrow
is my muse
if you think grieve
is my inspiration
think on
I don't give a pop
you are just
a rolling three corner tin can
16.6.2021
3.21PM
#NoPoo
Doughnut
I don't give a pee whistle
on what you think about me
I don't give a middle finger
at a rolling doughnut
I will stop when I want
I will cease when I stop
my pain is not your average wound
you don't know anything
about mine
if you think sorrow
is my muse
if you think grieve
is my inspiration
think on
I don't give a pop
you are just
a rolling three corner tin can
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(NoPoo 218) Touch Of Love[m
with just a touch of love
little magucal sprinkles
classical cupid"s spell
his arrow flying true
in the heart's direction
ever burning yearning
keeps surprising feelings
bubbling above normal temperature
leaving no doubt
fires are being unleashed
soul's whisper desire
like poets spill ink
listen as they float
honey dew eyes glisten
crying joy
Unique word count 54
Total word count 54
with just a touch of love
little magucal sprinkles
classical cupid"s spell
his arrow flying true
in the heart's direction
ever burning yearning
keeps surprising feelings
bubbling above normal temperature
leaving no doubt
fires are being unleashed
soul's whisper desire
like poets spill ink
listen as they float
honey dew eyes glisten
crying joy
Unique word count 54
Total word count 54
222
17.06.2021
10.30pm
#NoPoo
Maybe
maybe the meaning of our life
is written on a rock
somewhere on this earth
perhaps east of the moon
maybe they are in the stars
who listen to our thoughts
or the angels
dancing on its sparkly points
if we just keep on seeking
maybe faith will grant wishes
for us to meet our own perfection
as in our dreams
17.06.2021
10.30pm
#NoPoo
Maybe
maybe the meaning of our life
is written on a rock
somewhere on this earth
perhaps east of the moon
maybe they are in the stars
who listen to our thoughts
or the angels
dancing on its sparkly points
if we just keep on seeking
maybe faith will grant wishes
for us to meet our own perfection
as in our dreams
The felicity of fear
I see you
and how you hide
behind bravado and bluster
thinking it's not obvious—
the glaring spotlight that reveals
I've known you
lifetimes worth
they always think they know,
best
without fail or second thought
I read you
of you and about you
it's the same tired,
"Oh, aren't I so clever" rigmarole
and sure enough...
There, in black and white.
It's clockwork, in precision.
I jaw drop marvel
that there's still those
who fall for the shtick
and the chest beating.
still?
I reclaim my time
taking back that,
which was so pointlessly wasted
while cherishing my very own
Eyes wisely opened to ways of the world
I understand now
that getting old utterly terrifies
you and those of the same ilk
when hindsight squeezes
and presses down on all sides
Fear becomes king.
as 'obsolete' beats
like it's own tell-tale heart
thumping
that
never
ending
thump...
#Nopoo (#219)
