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SweetKittyCat5
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NaPoo #118 (04-08-21)

_feral
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i think of you

 

in the quietness
because thoughts
are silent prayers

every time
frankincense
wafts into my
nostrils
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09.04.21

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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9.4.2021
9.12pm
#NoPoo

blue skies
heat and humidity
bright day
somehow I feel I ought to hide
,in darkened spaces
and count beads on a string

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AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 149) A Writ of Relief

Pent up energy
Uegent expressive release
Through my poetry


Northern_Soul
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Mermaid Girls

As much as I’ve enjoyed
this government holiday
it’s been the longest winter
in the history of winters

days rolling into one,
starry night patches
fraying in the dark.

Haven’t left this town
since November

a Groundhog Day
of worry and bad news
sucking out all the faith
left in the world

so when I stood
before the ocean
amongst Star Wars
styled sand dunes
you better believe
it felt like space.

She and I
well— we waited
for no woman

stripping down to garish swimwear
running to the tune of chariots of fire
playing over and over in my head
into the frozen knife points of the sea
pressed sharply into aching skin

never felt water that cold in my life,
but if it means feeling alive—
if it means immersing myself
in the salted brine of existence
I’ll take that murder on the chin.

We waded out— out
to chest depth, feeling
the force of Irish waves
drumming around us,
singing campfire songs
to bright blue Gods

the dog walkers
bewildered

old men wrapped in thermals
gazing astounded at mermaid girls
in a starched collar world.

Crawling out onto the shore,
gulls crowed a fanfare—

I don’t ask much of life

some good books,
a few friends here
and there

but I want always
the thrill of baptising myself
as a child of the Earth
arms outstretched
against the crashing surf

and if you’re reading this

if it resonates
with your tired soul
come and find me

we’ll sing about mountains,
maybe.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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adagio
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Night Of The Jugular

A thousand years or more
sweet to the tongue
the jugular...

silencing the lutes
of the nightingales
as another shadow passes...

upon the stairs
but no one is there
just quotes...

a lame poet am I
hairy and horrid
eyes hollow of madness...

Bluevelvete
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..... upon a star



I wish
you knew

then I could
be sure

certain.

and love
could and would
be enough


and maybe then






a full night
would welcome

#Nopoo 4/9/21 (149)

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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10.4.2021
5.29am
#NoPoo

thunders of waterfalls
bubbling brooks
crashes of waves on beaches
drones of planes passing overhead
life lived through days on auto
came back to me last sweaty humid night
in dreams where you weaved in an out


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Bluevelvete
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Northern_Soul said:

🥳 Congrats!

Thank you ☺
🌹

Bluevelvete
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Thank you, Grace 🌹
xo

Bluevelvete
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lepperochan
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*o

Pete wants me
to look after his woman
when he goes to prison,
never offered me a wage
nor nuthin,

and she’s happy enough
with that.

0’

bled
into my guitar
first time today
gave the mother of pearl
a nice hue, stained the strings some
and it hurt like hell
but I worked it into the rosewood
with fingertips


#NoPoo


AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 150) Catching My Breath

love's simplicity
remembering to breathe in
whenever she's near


Northern_Soul
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Springtime In White

 
there was  
a snow storm  
this morning
 
appeared, just like that
smothering daffodils  
& croci
 
now, it drips
from rose tree leaves
vanishing as quickly
as it arrived  
 
reminding us
of the mystery
of pure, fleeting  
things
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Bluevelvete
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a natural release
(a stream of consciousness extravaganza)



my brow furrows
I don't get it
(I never quite get it!)
the promise of sunshine
of tomorrow's hopes
always, its tomorrow
while I really need some today

I used to shine
now I barely,
just barley
I lost luster
in that of appeal
I'm missing within the hordes
of work at home
Inconsequentials
we're a new breed
adding to the ones
who would be dead for two weeks
before anyone noticed,
until the smell...
-I almost joke-
caricatures
of the former living
transformed
into zoomT zombies

Then there's timing
and how it's never right.
is it ever?
friends, families
those pressures
so uniquely difficult
putting upon
pressing down

and forever changing
hours spent trying to reconcile
logistics and specifics
it all equals less sleep
than I need to function
and to be so-called
"healthy"

(sigh)the jobthe job
my job
not a career
just a job
how I mostly hate it
except on days
where I am left on my own
as a badass lone wolf
then, I miss the before
Terribly.

The wistful pre pandemic
(*cue the montage music)

https://youtu.be/CnQ8N1KacJc

I felt successful
healthy and alive
hopeful for a new relationship
love or a connection
with purpose and happiness
kissing...
all the kisses!
sex, and flirting
and more sex
so. much. flirting.
If they gave out degrees in flirting
I'd have my doctorate
maybe two, as I specialize

instead,
there's today—
where I just feel lucky
not to have covid
and that I'm a half vax
to become fully on the 20th

lonely, as a potential Zoom zombie
(which I feel is today's version
of a crazy cat lady,
not that there's
ANYTHING wrong with that! )
with family issues
and a year long desire for commitment
and some spectacularly incredible
hours long sexual scenarios of every sort
well, most every...

"That's probably burying the lede.."
I say out loud,
with my mind
in release
and a long sigh
exhaled...






#Nopoo 4/10/21 (whopper @#150)

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