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(NoPoo 158) Gift Of Submission

her gifts of splendor
blossoming submission
flirting  with limits


Grace
Grace
Idryad
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18.4.2021
9pm
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Walkway

flowers and vines
thorns and tears
wrapped around
the remembrance of you

whispered prayers
heartfelt words for you
to you
seeking salvations between pages

the straight and narrow
to follow
but I don't have the strength
will I be where you are

the mountain home...
untended flowers
I roam there

SweetKittyCat5
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Is The Thrill Gone Away

Is the thrill gone away    
Do I have nothing more to say  
This is the day I have silently prayed never to come  
I cannot hear the beat of my own mental drums    
My mind is trying to stay afloat    
Waves rocking against my paddle boat    
    
I…    
Do you see what I mean    
My thoughts have never been this far in between    
However, I’m somewhat tinkled pink    
Fingers gliding as I think    
Giving everything, I got bedsides the kitchen sink    
Is the thrill really gone away    
Is this the day I have nothing else to add or convey    
Mentally flowing day by day    
Hoping something strikes my thinking as I lay    
   
So many things the mind goes through    
The Highs the Lows    
The Mental Blues    
Hey, I did like someone’s poem today about the homeless    
I can’t fathom not having a place to rest my head or a permanent address    
No comforting shoes    
Salvation for them is so long overdue    
As the poem stated the homeless hold up signs    
We ride or walk pass them daily, cannot even toss them a dime    
Let alone lend an ear of our time    
   
It’s cold outside    
I’m sure it has been a million times the bitter winds have heard their cries    
Guilt never shields their pride    
As a society of people, we take their untidy presence in stride    
The bed of my slumber is hard and sometimes cold    
A sight to others to behold    
Pushing my cart without a care in world    
You know I was once a working girl    
My husband’s jeweled pearl    
Mishaps and bad decisions have gotten us here    
We make it together daily through the grief of our tears    
   
At times they ask the masses for a small handout    
Which I know we all have qualms about    
So, the next time give the homeless the benefit of the doubt    
We do not know how they ended up on their route    
Although, you may hear my hands are tied    
Get away from me you’re a thorn in my side    
I hope this never will be applied worldwide    
I do toss coins every once in a while    
I have to remember it may be an Angel who returns a smile    
   
Mr. Green thank you for showing me the misplaced humanity of my mind    
Everyone here is living on borrowed time    
For a minute, I almost forget I could rhyme    
One less mountain for me to mentally climb    
Mr. Green I’ve read your thoughts on the homeless through your poem    
I wonder if I saw you on the streets, would my words have kept you warm    
Would I have dazzled you with my Aquarian charms    
   
Or would I have brainstormed to get you back on a higher platform    
Sheltering your existence through the darken hour of your storm    
Sometimes how you started is not always where you will be    
Personally, for me and the powers of my creed    
I have the riddle while living fancy free    
Haitian named as you come to feel me, understandable key me    
The universal alliance to the 33 degree    
Using my spiritual significance, the celestial guild to your needs    
   
Not the revelations of the Masonic    
My words whispering in your mind as a beautiful symphonic    
While keeping it strictly platonic    
When your mind is relaxing, you know a state of cerebral catatonic    
I really didn’t have nothing to say    
I hope my poem have paved the way    
Just remember tomorrow is a new day    
   
To the hopeless and homeless    
I will continue to pray you are given mental rest    
Now I have everything to say and everything to do    
Never in life pity a fool    
Exception does sometimes prove that rule    
Hopefully you never encounter someone being cruel
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NoPoo #123 (04-18-21)

SweetKittyCat5
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Century

There’s something
to be said about focus

putting your mind
& heart & soul
into graft

because

they always said
you’d find God
somewhere
in the grind.

A poem a day
for a year is
ludicrous

but I think of all
other ridiculous notions
in my life, and realise
this one comes
without destruction

only honour

and so, I thank words
for showing me the way
back to pages filled
with humble love—

won’t you
look in on us
from time to time.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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Northern_Soul said:

#NoPoo [100]

Woooo finally reached my 100th day of poetry 🥳


Well I be.. congratulations my poetess.. and every single entry as been a gift to read.. 🐾🐾

Northern_Soul
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SweetKittyCat5 said:

Well I be.. congratulations my poetess.. and every single entry as been a gift to read.. 🐾🐾


Aww. Thank you, lovely 😊

SweetKittyCat5
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And you are humbly welcome.. enjoy

summultima
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uma
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~Sharbat Eyes..

~Sharbat Eyes..
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Grace
Grace
Idryad
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19.04.2021
7.31am
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keep me in your heart
like a willingly captured butterfly
allow me a sanctuary with your folded arms
tell me you care, again
...the road is there yet to traverse
the day is warm and glowy
be with me to the end

Bluevelvete
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.... a window through an urban thicket



whenever it presses,
my particular inadequacies
that pull of all my knowing better
especially in the evenings
when my mind wanders

I walk until I can see the sky
if even just a glimpse
through my dense urban thicket
to be reminded of my place
my true insignificance
relishing, in the moment

There's a perspective
that billions of miles away
hammers home
with it's eons
of punctuation

I walk to the moonshine
and it's bathing of me in her secrets
a breadth of promise
as my lonely triviality shies
allowing minutiae of millenia
to soak deep within

I walk to remedy and to endure myself
spending intentional time
in my own head
realizing how selfish
the words 'I & me'
sound in such repeated succession

I walk to be free
to lose myself in that freedom
letting go of all that I can peal from flesh
allowing secrets of the universe to burrow
to breathe of found cosmic amnesty

and to remember that we're all


colored of pure stardust





#Nopoo  4/19/21

AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 159) Soft

caress soft edges
feeling her heart's vibration
within fingertips


Northern_Soul
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Eulogy for a dying chapel

There’s an abandoned
Baptist church over
on the avenue

I walk past
frequently
witnessing doors
barricaded
with woven ivy.

Inside must be
barren by now—

a crumbling crucifix
decaying above an altar,
oak beams breathing
exhales of prayer
into silence

pews vacant
denied their purpose,
the font full of doves
nesting in holy arms.

There’s something
within me that is
endlessly curious
about loss

not just people
but the extinction
of God, the emptiness
Sundays now bring
to idle tables

ashes to bare ashes
         dust to endless dust.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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SweetKittyCat5
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Brushstrokes In The Dark

My blank canvas, your wondrous to do as please
Outlining the void form of me
Touching me with tender brushstrokes on the journey to morning

Stain my Chi with coats of yesteryears kisses
Wisps of brushstrokes upon the heart reminiscent of naked passion
In the throne of tomorrow, souls baptizing in the splendor of one

Brushstrokes in the dark amplifying the illusion of destiny’s wishes
Shading me in bit by bit with colors of rapture, lust, ecstasy, desires
Decorating my delicate skin with whispered hues of promises
Explorative hands blindly, roaming, molding, contouring my essence

Inscribing me with your oath of Heavenly bliss
Losing my breath
Losing me
Losing my soul
Lost inside you

Dipping your brush inside the rainbow of my wants, stroking within my needs
Locking hearts, minds, bodies into a blend of ecstasy
Softly drowning in the spiraling currents of tender words, soft kisses
Gyrating my body in the image of Him for which he stands
Which we fall

Pants of rhapsody
Lips etching over my tender skin
Lost spaces of us fusing, becoming one
Lust to give and receive, our bodies singing out in harmony

Surrendering in desires, sensations we speak out in tongues
Swoop me up in your arms
Enwrap my ambiance within honeyed poetic charms

We beautifully laid among the stars until fading streaks of the sunrise glory
Wrinkled sheets of yesterday
Telling of our fairytale
A beautiful masterpiece of its making
Brushstrokes in the dark
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NoPoo 124 (04-19-21)

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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19.4.2021
11.28pm
#NoPoo

yesterday
I saw
blossoms strewn by the wayside
not commemorating anything but their own demise
reminding me of sakura fallen on Samurai's street
in distant Shinjo-son
Okayama

_feral
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di(e)chotomy

 




i've been
thinking of
it lately

how much
i loathe that
dying word,
choking in
throats

as it grinds
against my
eardrums.

it doesn't
exist in this
evolving
world

infact—

how can
you place
masculinity
& feminimity
on a scale?

if you were
completely
honest with
yourself

you can't,

there has
never been
a dichotomy

when it
comes to
choosing
words in
the first
place

they
choose
you.








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20.04.21

Bluevelvete
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Hopefully, second verse same as the first.
(an ode to my second jab, later today)


To feel your hands
cool and protective
finding that perfect location
importance in specificy
a wet swipe of my skin
in preparation
that familiar scent
wafts in air
reminds me of pierced ears
or middle school hi-jinx
trying not to tense
casual in my stance
and loose demeanor
hope and relief
fill my nostrils
as a true miracle
is plunged
into my very being


and now, I become my own life saver...



–yours, too.



#Nopoo 4/20/21 (#160)

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