Go to page:

#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

lepperochan
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
66awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14094

and you think
until your thoughts
are disfigured

horrid hooded caped goblins
who hobble along the grey of brain
through the grey of the day
and ohh they go
soo
fkn
slow

in the end the sentence was death
and I found the execution easy
was the words I felt sorry for
not really, it was like thank the gods
they cease to be.
ahh, don’t thank them


#NoPoo

very much appreciate all the poets who’ve participated. particularly those going from the start, equally those who’ve become prolific and indeed those who drop in and out like myself

Thread is open for anyone to challenge themselves or each other to do a string of daily posts.


SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
Tyrant of Words
United States
17awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 5th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 628

The Presence Of Man

Created in the image of the Divine  
Superior creatures  
With handsome manly features  
Selfishly given of his rib  
A man in the making starting from the crib  
Playdough, marbles, Army men to command  
Bow and arrows, playing all day in a box of sand  
First day of school for the rest of your life  
Parents looking down at your young face, years going by without strife  
Preparing your mind for the day you take a wife  

The first school boy crush  
Swooning a girl with love letters to make her blush  
High school now, a little hairs on the chest  
A new pep in your step  
Girls and partying your only quest  
College days  
The initiation Haze  
Fraternities  
Brotherhood  
No Falsehood  
Banded for life with the security of Knighthood  

College Sweetheart with a mind of gold  
Virginal intentions from what you’ve been told  
A dream for a parent if only their son can maintain to hold  
Graduation from the classroom  
Now to the boardroom  
Lavish home, expensive suits, fast cars, you know the ones that goes vrommmm  
At the alter now, sweat creeping under the Tux  
I hope this girl’s hand in marriage is À la carte deluxe  
 
Man and wife  
My partner for life  
Positive test for the seed of creation  
Burping, changing diapers, milk  
Wondering do you still have that swag, with words of silk  
Long legs in the office, a bit of flirtation  
No sinful hesitations  
Baby, I’m working late  
Cover my plate  
Don’t wait up for me  
A man snagged by a tempting Honey Bee  
 
I’m sorry baby, will you forgive me, we would no doubt get past this  
Emptiness now felt in a reassuring kiss  
Pain staring at you from such beautiful eyes  
 Months of uncertainties and now unveiled lies  
The house is quiet she’s packed up and gone  
Money, success, means nothing inside the walls of this empty home  
 
One more chance one day at a time  
We’re older now that grand stairwell is just too hard to climb  
Child in college dancing on air  
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dancing now to our rocking chairs  
I hold your hand as I look back  
That second chance in life  
Placed us right back on track  
Private Nurses, our beds positioned side-by-side  
Gray hairs, Pills, Oxygen tanks  
Just to get us by  
I hold your hand as my life flashes from the skies  
The last breath of life staring into your beautiful eyes  
 
Tears of remembrance roses thrown over me  
You stood as a man and followed your creed  
Without the presence of God breathing to set my soul free  
Sliding out the cocoon of the womb  
Given unto you your first breath of life  
Promised by the stars to a man and his wife  
You were someone’s blessing to be  
From birth to the first scratch of your knee  
What would you have done  
What testimony would your life have stood for  
Ashes to ashes you no more
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Go To Page  


NoPoo #134 (05-06-21)

AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
20awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 4th Dec 2018
Forum Posts: 1348

(NoPoo 176)Sounds Of Commitment

the sacred valley
where her heart is buried deep
hear the thunder beat


lepperochan
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
66awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14094

sometimes
it’s like we were born
for each other

[do you know what it’s like
when a name strings a feeling

when you hear it it hits
then it aches

it aches like fuck]

we meet, talk, plan
and we eat like we’re livin
four steps above our station
and there’s no one or nothing
can kick us back down

and I feel
like I know her
like she knows me
like it’s supposed to be



but I dunno
if I can keep climbing walls
and kicking doors down
to get in


and I can see now
what I’ve done. been doing
all along

I taste my medicine
it burns

burns like fuck






#NoPoo  

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 1901

Working Class Heroes

 
The market
was a cloying mess
of blue face masks
and cheap Avon perfume
on a Thursday afternoon

it never ceases to amaze me
the amount of shit they sell
on every stall, just in case
you ever need industrial sized
rolls of tin foil, control pants,
a kilo of Austrian cheese
& a quarter of sherbet pips

but I knew what I needed
as I began pointing at fruit
while Hassan started packing
apples and pears into
brown paper bags.

I threw in others
for good measure

blood oranges
mushrooms
bell peppers

strawberries for the morning
to crown my wallpaper granola
with that honey sweet kiss.

Must be an English thing
to talk to traders like old friends

must have spent twenty minutes
chatting about business, weather,
who we were voting for today
in district elections

how the next
Conservative candidate
could go fuck themselves

and part of me adores
the incessant wittering
of everyday people

the bakeries
& coffee shops
filled with honest folk
just getting by

but
what I love most
is that newspapers
are never needed

not when you’ve
got your local
Hassan
and his ever
present eye.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
Go To Page  


#NoPoo [118]

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 1901

(Also can I just take a second for that offering, Lepp... mint 🔥 🔥👌🏻👌🏻)

lepperochan
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
66awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14094

Northern_Soul said:(Also can I just take a second for that offering, Lepp... mint 🔥 🔥👌🏻👌🏻)

your note has been noted, and your person thanked accordingly

Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
27awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 1945

Sometimes
I like the hell I create
the hell of my own making
burning in a true
bluish heated light  

black and blue—
bruising each other
to marrow   
an oath and excavation
of hate and gristle    

these are their discoveries
that shear bloody 
to bask in tearing
those sounds of ripping
Just pure exquisite- as echoes ring
encompassing all
and becoming song
self music swirls
into this, this of such fantastical
penetrating to core
connecting core
as
every
single
chord   
plays and sings  
   
A song born
of rose water,
fire and verity

and a much
welcomed
hell 

 


#Nopoo (#176)

SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
Tyrant of Words
United States
17awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 5th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 628

Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Somewhere Over The Rainbow
You will call out my name
You will lift your eyes to the hills
As the trails and tribulations blanket your inner soul
You will hear the faint echoes of ancient mummers
In that old Creole dialect
Loudly in your ear to comfort, yet denied of its strength
 
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Where you can taste the reality of its dreams  
When your heart was once upon a time in the right place
Your mind reached and raced for regally to exceed
Footsteps of lead surrendered you to the pleasure, and the needs of Karma’s bliss
 
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
You will feel the ties that bind
Love of one and not see to judge the shades of colors
The bond of words will be law
Expressions louder than the falsehoods of the heart, would be ignored
When the blanket of destiny smothers  
Squeezes you, the haven you sewed in life shall keep you
The very same fabric that unravels to hold it together
When the kiss of ambiance knocks on your heart
And the mind is perplexed as to why
 
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Footsteps in life will guide  
Laughter will ring out
Tears of remembrance will flow
The veil of idiocrasy shall and will be lifted
The heart of a man he shall fall
The uplifting of a woman shall bow unto its past wonderous
In the realm of the vast galaxy  
Hope, dreams, wishes and desires shall adorn to compliment the full circle of life
The absence of presence shall not be obsured
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Go To Page  



NoPoo #135 (05-07-21)

AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
20awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 4th Dec 2018
Forum Posts: 1348

(NoPoo 177) How Delicate This Music

the drifting lyrics
of the heart song ~ fragile
love so beautiful


_feral
_feral
Thought Provoker
United Kingdom
2awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 23rd Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 225

i think of how it died with you

 

how flames
came to claim
every secret
cemented in
your face
 
my throat
still retches
hoping this
vessel only
bared it,
 
i think of
how it died
with you  
 
a name
only fit  
for dying
cults.
 

 
Written by _feral
Go To Page  


#NooPoo45
07.05.21

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 1901

Daysleepers

 
Our little cat
places his white paw
on my Husband’s head
as he sleeps soundly
on the couch
 
I don’t move either—
 
I just watch them  
in this moment
of peace, together  
man & animal
intertwined
 
I treasure them  
most then
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
Go To Page  


#NoPoo [119]

SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
Tyrant of Words
United States
17awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 5th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 628

The Fate Of Time

Forgiveness in your comforting hands for the sadness mirrored in your eyes
Two strong women whose spouses fell under someone’s ill intentions of demise

Coretta Scott King
My Martin speaks to me from the bed of his grave
Whispered words he ponders for world peace once man finds the way to pave
His belief this world can still be spiritually saved
In the land of the free and brave

He believes in one nation as we walk in unity, hand-in-hand
That old Negro oppression mentality shall no longer define a colored man
The laws of morality shall be upheld across these great lands
No matter where a man or woman stands

One love given, received under the majestic blue skies
No defiance by heart, soul, mind, will hinder the advancement of time
Or the stagnation of human beings’ state of mind
The revelations to love will be ordained by God’s designs

Nationalities or language barriers will be the reflection mirrored in our eyes
Interracial unity will be at an all time high
Integrity and reverence will be a person’s worth
The stigmatism of segregation shall no longer rule this earth

Jacqueline Kennedy
I thought it was peculiar I can still hear John’s voice
A man who loved his country by free choice
He advised me, had he still been here
Mandated laws to edge America’s progress to a better political frontier

Where work for the wages of your pay
Would stretch beyond the calling of the day
Give me your poor, weary, your indigent, will have a better cause to be
A universal healthcare system will be free

Technology used to better educate our youth
Invigorating mentalities will be fruitful to learn, wisdom in its fragile pursuit
Not controlled by mood enhancers to solve life’s simple truths
Scientists, Chemists, will have the ability to compete with any other’s Democracy’s patent

Not sell our country’s rights in any fashion
Then reap the downfall of its crumpling distractions
We The People will Make America Great Again
No disparity in its promise of its constitutional origin


Remarkable men with different creeds we adopted within their era
Tears of remembrance only to be carried away by Pallbearers
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Go To Page  


The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Minister

Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction.
John F. Kennedy
35th President of the United States

Have a blessed weekend everyone

Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
27awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 1945

if my aloneness wrote, too...



when missing you
gnaws
to bone

night sounds
pulse
and pulse
deafening in
aching repeats

becoming a soundtrack
that
even my
stark
emptiness


can't rival









#Nopoo (#177)

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
8awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 1901

Little deaths

 
The summer I was seventeen
I found a rabbit caught in a snare
thrashing wildly for its life.
It’s not how they portray death
watching a spine curl like that
against the inevitable  
 
but you kneel behind me
your hands tightening around
a throat, and in that moment
I don’t know which of us hunts
and which of us arches in hope
pressed into the ground
 
like tombs.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
Go To Page  


#NoPoo [120]

(4 months of this daily journey done )

Go to page:
Go to: