#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
In The Soft Mist of Time
The midnight skies, hear the reverberates of our beautiful endearments
We’ve kissed the sun, floating among the clouds
Atop the stars, I harken unto the casting shadows of the stir of your passion
Hear the strings of my heart playing for you
With tender care, you are there
Slowly close your eyes, feel the rhythm of our souls
Dancing in the sweetest surrender I submit unto
Pull me into the embrace of your deepest, darkest desires
Whisper my name as you groan out in the crux of celestial’s wishes
Covet me with mighty hands, let thy will be the guide to the wonderous found in the beguiling sentiments of me
As our souls beautifully dance in and out of time
Your touch, exploring the suppleness of my skin, dowsing the ache of its relief
I fall into the Utopia of its grace
You call, I come into your mind for which you submit
My Hunter’s Moon cloaking us in the softness of its rapture
Lay me among the stars
Gently divide my awaiting passion as you slowly awaken me to you, only you
Soar into the divinity of my Chi, encircling within me the bliss of tsunami’s ecstasy
Spinning us in a tender halo of infinity
Sliding deeper into the abyss of my sensuous Luna you sink
Beaming me with faint touches of enchantment, enrapture I lay at your feet
Taking my mind higher, my body falling from the weakness of the astral feeling
Floating on a cosmic drift, closer we meld into one, clenching in euphoria as we give
Tasting in each other the divinity of ecstasy we outcry as we take
The Heavens witnessing the blending of ravenous souls, feasts of yearns we silently merge
Kissing the bed of emotions for which we lay
Asunder we grief
Bringing me back down, kissing the winds of Nirvana in its aftermath
I’ve inhaled the scent of you, my skin has ingrained its luster
In the soft mist of time you’ve clothed the nakedness of my needs
Let my feet land on the foundation of Mother Nature's earthly bosom
Allowing the shadow of my soul to run away with the forgotten merriment of you
We’ve kissed the sun, floating among the clouds
Atop the stars, I harken unto the casting shadows of the stir of your passion
Hear the strings of my heart playing for you
With tender care, you are there
Slowly close your eyes, feel the rhythm of our souls
Dancing in the sweetest surrender I submit unto
Pull me into the embrace of your deepest, darkest desires
Whisper my name as you groan out in the crux of celestial’s wishes
Covet me with mighty hands, let thy will be the guide to the wonderous found in the beguiling sentiments of me
As our souls beautifully dance in and out of time
Your touch, exploring the suppleness of my skin, dowsing the ache of its relief
I fall into the Utopia of its grace
You call, I come into your mind for which you submit
My Hunter’s Moon cloaking us in the softness of its rapture
Lay me among the stars
Gently divide my awaiting passion as you slowly awaken me to you, only you
Soar into the divinity of my Chi, encircling within me the bliss of tsunami’s ecstasy
Spinning us in a tender halo of infinity
Sliding deeper into the abyss of my sensuous Luna you sink
Beaming me with faint touches of enchantment, enrapture I lay at your feet
Taking my mind higher, my body falling from the weakness of the astral feeling
Floating on a cosmic drift, closer we meld into one, clenching in euphoria as we give
Tasting in each other the divinity of ecstasy we outcry as we take
The Heavens witnessing the blending of ravenous souls, feasts of yearns we silently merge
Kissing the bed of emotions for which we lay
Asunder we grief
Bringing me back down, kissing the winds of Nirvana in its aftermath
I’ve inhaled the scent of you, my skin has ingrained its luster
In the soft mist of time you’ve clothed the nakedness of my needs
Let my feet land on the foundation of Mother Nature's earthly bosom
Allowing the shadow of my soul to run away with the forgotten merriment of you
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Northern_Soul said:This isn’t a poem, but been as this thread is dedicated to Souladareatease imma just share this.
Last year, Soul and I had a little cross-atlantic sunflower growing competition which resulted in way too many progress photos of plants on WhatsApp and hints and tips on getting them to grow in our varying climates in between copious cups of tea and coffee on our respective porches.
Never have you seen two grown ass adults more competitively growing sunflowers 😂
I harvested the seeds from that sunflower shortly before he passed away, and kept them for this year. I planted these two weeks ago... look who’s back 🌻
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a little happy cry.
🌹👏💝
Last year, Soul and I had a little cross-atlantic sunflower growing competition which resulted in way too many progress photos of plants on WhatsApp and hints and tips on getting them to grow in our varying climates in between copious cups of tea and coffee on our respective porches.
Never have you seen two grown ass adults more competitively growing sunflowers 😂
I harvested the seeds from that sunflower shortly before he passed away, and kept them for this year. I planted these two weeks ago... look who’s back 🌻
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a little happy cry.
🌹👏💝
27.03.2021
6.19am
#NoPoo
Flash Dance
back and stuck on a feeling
fearing yet wishing it over
several hours of sweats
aches and pain, rivulets down cheeks
No it wasn't ...I'm still here
but for wishes
it's not a choice
following shadows
looking for ladders
to where you are
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6.19am
#NoPoo
Flash Dance
back and stuck on a feeling
fearing yet wishing it over
several hours of sweats
aches and pain, rivulets down cheeks
No it wasn't ...I'm still here
but for wishes
it's not a choice
following shadows
looking for ladders
to where you are
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Soliloquy of submission
it's the freedom
that sense of validation
the potency
of being so in tune
to be a one
made out of two
it's my heart's need
my soul's
rediscovery
a richness of mind
to relinquish
trust incarnate
my body, mind and soul
controlled
taught, in part by
trials, tribulations and revelations
more than just sex
it's lessons and teaching
where we converge
to find what we each
knew we'd find in one another
peacefully controlled
undeniable satisfaction
of all and every single spoken need
open and flayed
no fear, no hesitation
A true partnership
that particular give and take
feeding of my release
breathing in domination
while he inhales all my need to be controlled
a floating
among the preferred dark sky
with reminders of just how much
this
is who I belong to
you allow my very core
to become all I desperately need it to be
by fire, ice, pain and renewed love
of our exquisite
dynamic
... and I complete
your missing pieces
those holes left by not being in total control
a born with, deeply ingrained
necessity
understood by your flip side
where dark meets light
and where...
one
cannot exist
without the other.
#Nopoo 3/26/21
it's the freedom
that sense of validation
the potency
of being so in tune
to be a one
made out of two
it's my heart's need
my soul's
rediscovery
a richness of mind
to relinquish
trust incarnate
my body, mind and soul
controlled
taught, in part by
trials, tribulations and revelations
more than just sex
it's lessons and teaching
where we converge
to find what we each
knew we'd find in one another
peacefully controlled
undeniable satisfaction
of all and every single spoken need
open and flayed
no fear, no hesitation
A true partnership
that particular give and take
feeding of my release
breathing in domination
while he inhales all my need to be controlled
a floating
among the preferred dark sky
with reminders of just how much
this
is who I belong to
you allow my very core
to become all I desperately need it to be
by fire, ice, pain and renewed love
of our exquisite
dynamic
... and I complete
your missing pieces
those holes left by not being in total control
a born with, deeply ingrained
necessity
understood by your flip side
where dark meets light
and where...
one
cannot exist
without the other.
#Nopoo 3/26/21
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When breaking wind is a brave thing
you’d have to wonder
if that chicken was cooked right
amount of pink inside
not so much to yield blood
having being slightly squeezed
more than enough though
to flash an image of salmonella
building their tiny lives
all over it.
thought fuck it..
#NoPoo
you’d have to wonder
if that chicken was cooked right
amount of pink inside
not so much to yield blood
having being slightly squeezed
more than enough though
to flash an image of salmonella
building their tiny lives
all over it.
thought fuck it..
#NoPoo
~of the inundating moonlit magnetisms, spindling in wor(l)dly delicate to cosmically tsunamic
the crooning hymnal trance..
of this conspicuously whitening
arabesque nocturne jasmines
of unblinky beady eyes.. project out
as an unparalleled transplanted magic, outta
the dark viscous whirring terylene mire...
lit just lit by one Pournami bloom
of a mangoing molten smudgy- widen, an
infectious fullmoon's unianimous broadcast
via the stillness ancient mediating airs
filling with our whelming hot smokiness breaths
...of our incensing ev aromatic romanticisms..
impinge the wholly widespreadopen
granular spread waiting grounds
of crumbly clayey blown~ burst in & out
poetic pottery - our fundamental spherules
from primal roaring tectonic hearts
in fissioning~ fusional chaos..
amidst the fakey boomy hustles
of a so-manufactured urbanism
in pitchy~ noisy made synthetic smiling
eclectic emoji copy~ pasted dramedies,
& moreso unbearably, the sadistic politic
vendetta bloodthirsty hunger~ thunders
that these such thoroughbred, the
robotic cloned steelheaded puppets
strike out as clinical warheads
unknowingly unfeelingly
of the One puppeteer steering from above all
in supreme maneuvering masterstrokes
instantaneously~ absolutely accounting
the karmic dharmic destiny equations
in no rigged lopsidedness....
whilst the cosmic souling energy
channels yet again for the orbiting continuum..
inner bodily templing transit vehicular births~ rebirth
with those even more
grueling lively patterning
-the custom~ made
dotting... death points
that
inevitably infinetly alternate
each of the so n-dimensional
{birth. breath. beating new now}
Written by summultima
(uma)
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#NoPoo/ 280321/ 03:22:09
Anonymous
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Sometimes it's beneficial to cut and run;left only remembering the good parts.
Picturing you,
all belly laughs
and clever wise cracks
leaving me—
tears streaming
in nonstop giggles
is
the only way
I choose to remember.
#Nopoo 3/27/21
Picturing you,
all belly laughs
and clever wise cracks
leaving me—
tears streaming
in nonstop giggles
is
the only way
I choose to remember.
#Nopoo 3/27/21
#NoPoo/ 280321/ 15:35:31
:: and, in that frozen 'quietus', second... it's breathless. (finally. literally) ::
finally freed.
from coring in severing pains..
& her unceasingly warrioring still
hopeful brave battlefield.. whatev
the blown adverse extremeities
yesterday, her steadfast vibrant frame
marches... tearing the scorching 40 heat
to cool off in an oasis of a lil roadpool..
though her unrecognizably sucked off flesh
in such extraction.. to just stuck skeleton..
a faint sketch in motion
of a throughbred canine
elegance.. despite here long
being a beloved street dweller
R O S I E.. fairy name we call her..
in struggling days of a terminal cancer..
& the night had her down in hard final plan..
difficult pausing breaths... dissolving as
unto the dead silence of odourless airs..
this morning, even sun is hidden indefinite
tucked off inner the ambushing thick greyish veil
in a hestitantly petrifying stand off for long.. ... with
its distorted matte~ grieving swollen pallid face...
slowly showing off.. in shining love & salutations
over her stony rigored cold body.. as ironwilled
as her living days of sharpened mind & sprightly
eyes.. RIP dearie ❤️🙏💔😭.Allz well. Travel well.
#RIP.Rosie #AnimalLove #DogLove #Cancer #IndianPariahDog #StreetDogLove
*Pic: web. reminds of her R.
