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#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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23.04.2021
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child slapped child across the face
mother spat at mother
and the little dog laughed
we are lost souls
wandering on misty terrain
hitting and at times missing
Destiny

...or are we

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
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Small Town Racists

 
9.15

train is four minutes late
which is really nothing
but it annoys me

pandemic
had cleared out
most of the station

couple of students
a few businessmen
here and there
clicking their heels
down the platform

I think of the epitome
of Englishness
that people can still
don a polished shoe
in an epidemic
as I board.

I begin writing as I heard him
over the back of the seat
muttering something
unmentionable about
brown people.

It’s St George’s Day
and I appeared to be seated
among the EDL as I cautiously
turn on my phone camera
and flip the screen to look
subtly behind me

there they are —
the bulldog tattoos
the English flags draped
over every possible surface
shaved heads shining
in the sun.

These guys don’t listen
to anybody

they’d sooner skin a cat
than question the reason
why it meows

I chose at that
precise moment
to plug in headphones
as Etta James sang sweetly
into my ears

where the world
was still diverse
and beautiful.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 163) Cloaked In Anxiety

my tortured breathing
escaping ~ frantic heartbeats
confined ~ in my chest


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24.04.2021
4.57am
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Treasure

dreamt...
treasures of glittering gems
all manners and shapes of gold
strewn upon distant shores
with shoals of fish beached
sun colouring the canvas
of that scene in molten gold

threshold of a world that was ...
or would be

chalice of bitter
to lips
of God to God
of dust to dust
garments of regality turned to ashes

golden needles and silver threads
sew but heal not

...heart band broke, it bleeds again

my heart is just missing you.






lepperochan
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Prison planet


wouldn’t have a cat for a friend
if it weren’t for the plague

but these things happen I guess
in times of the prisoners

she’s not so bad, plays fetch
like a four legged ninja

twitch in her jaw
says she’s trying hard
not to draw blood
when her mouth
is too fast for my hand

I see her sometimes
perched in the window

one time while there
heard her let out a cry

an awful sorrowful sound

nothing like the canary
caged in the bedroom

every morning
it’s a sweet happy melody

would make me feel warm inside
if it didn’t wake me so early

[and the logic of it escapes me
poor thing has wings
and caged in]

but it did wake me
so now while it sleeps
I throw a blanket
over the cage

morning time for him
is at my discretion

and when the blanket comes off
the light floods in


it sings



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_feral
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under a moon

 
 
eyes  
ache—
         
            violent  
            & blue





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lepperochan
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No, it wasn’t the time a baby Ghecko bit me on the little finger. though I do to this day remember the trauma


in all my years
and there are a few of them
I’ve never felt so frightened
helpless, and so close
to frantic tears
as the time three wasps
came at me through a hole
in my trouser leg

I suppose, looking back
it must have been
a real Death Star moment for them
cos the hole was small

and I had thrown a rock
at their nest after all

I ran
like a shite
from a belly full
of bad pints  

down a lane way
up a street
passed the neighbours
staring at me
like I’d my hands
cupped ‘round the jewels
eyes forward
neck stretched out



up the driveway
through the front door


fell on the stairs
face first
on the carpet

didn’t care

found a way
to climb them fast
with forehead and knees
burst into my bedroom

tore off trousers
trapped the wasps
long sigh of relief

the tables had turned

not that I wasn’t
still a bit frightened




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Sometimes it is all about the kernel.


it's easy
to cast lines
aspersions
or assumptions

to be
so shrouded
in self

absorbed of
and blinded

a cause.

leaving sound thoughts
left—
in an well warned
obscure

Oh, to be discovered
right.

when
desperately
needing





to be wrong.




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Bluevelvete
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... is everything.


  
he wrote
about not forgetting  
echoes that remain  
chested within  
closer than our very own skin  
beckoning  
of sweet memory    
   
my pitter,  
it quickens and patters    
o' how deeply the grasp  
into the heart  
of my heart  
seeing me    
   
seeing.  
me.  
as you see me    
affording that clarity
an exquisite poignancy  
of a sort of healing    
   
when I see myself,    
through you    
   
the breadth  
of such tender beauty    
reflected back to me    
   
how you allow me    
to permeate    
without question  
willing ....    
   
It's that willingness, my love  
   
willing   
and wanting  
my tattered soul    
   
as is.    
   
   
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
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(NoPoo 164) The Value Of A Good Cry

in the eons of tears
a faint remembrance ~ of a
passionate embrace


Northern_Soul
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Scrap

 
it’s part
of our DNA

this acute awareness
of broken things

collecting wonder
amongst dust

until cracks
blur

disappear
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Grace
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25.04.2021
8.38am
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Blood

blood under fingernails
seeping from shallow cuts
piecing together shards
of glass mirror broken
on the floor

I wanted a glimpse of self
at what price


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~Scarecrow Skins Of Evanescence..  Shreds As Eventual Stardust Us :: The Love Buddha

~Scarecrow Skins Of Evanescence..  Shreds As Eventual Stardust Us :: The Love Buddha
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(NoPoo 165)... And Left Gasping

   i forgot to breathe
   your beauty sucked my air out
   now i am breathless


Northern_Soul
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Adulting

 
As a child
when things
got too much
I’d pull covers
over my head
to feel the plush
fabric of the duvet
envelope me
in a cocoon
of calm

trouble is
I’m thirty-six
and currently
writing this
in the same
veil of cotton
to block out
the world
when it feels
overwhelming

like my world
isn’t torn in half

like the new self
never existed
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