#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
~love freefalls a rebirth rain.. over viral mindweight deathrigours
1.
:: heady plays in shades of grey ::
circuitous pensive pain moonveins
beep alarmingly electric.. all over
the weighing down circumference
splices each hammering down loci
as one manacling umbilicate tangle
this . spitting heavyheadedness
[a whining wooden rounded up chunk
in the becoming :: unbecomingness
to vagabond splintering' brokenness
dusts- churning loud thoroughbreds-
of diminutive deforested clinical nothings
to dugout clusters of pregnant memories
pressed dry deep down as remnantal
stillborn fossils.. now tent & taunt
as haunting traumatic planted lumpiness
& depleting rapidities despite pleading- the
mysteriously forgotten essential nothings...]
2.
:: all day & night.. plays this death~ life mouthorgan ::
bold broadening outrageous stenches
of sweltering noonish mobbing sweats
& of the mass burning simultaneity- the
confoundingly contagious growing chain
of charry glowering towery viral bodies-
draws this day
into the biggening tunnel inhale
inner quite the seriosity grown
factoress nostril sensitivities
that pulses animatedly curious
to the rushing in chaotic mix-
a silence incensing cloudboom
with crackling lil clear budbursts
of the massive smokiness burns
stares the glaring flashy eve
in fondly draping iridescence
of a nacreous aglow sunset
glamours.. in n-huey ribbons
of western spreadsheet strands
& studs, as bejewelling embed-
at borders of the dulling thick
blue ceiling walls, the so skyful
sudden strange fallen opacities-
embrown as darkness monotones
of standstill pool- stirs feathery sways
of rain-laden winds lashing skins
in kissing pockets of misty sprays..
rebirths life in its vital touchdown
from the scarry horrific burns of day..
& silences the abyssal black echoey
screams... of easy piling up death pits
Written by summultima
(uma)
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they say you always remember your first true love
pages worn
some permanently
dog eared disfigured
spine gnarled
and willingly abused
discolored
smudges to lettering
yet still intact
enough
to claim
of truest love
to be cherished
and known as
coveted
above all others
many attempted
but none able
to curry the same favor
on travel
long and short
for obstacles of waiting
years and years together
yet, fondness
remains
still it grows
in it's warmth of familiar
the knowledge
of a known
beauty
incarnate
and of words
that makeup
the very depth of existence
and that are
stored at the core
of one's own being
because
reading.
especially that
favorite book
no
matter
how
many
times
Ohh, the pure magic.
#Nopoo #178
pages worn
some permanently
dog eared disfigured
spine gnarled
and willingly abused
discolored
smudges to lettering
yet still intact
enough
to claim
of truest love
to be cherished
and known as
coveted
above all others
many attempted
but none able
to curry the same favor
on travel
long and short
for obstacles of waiting
years and years together
yet, fondness
remains
still it grows
in it's warmth of familiar
the knowledge
of a known
beauty
incarnate
and of words
that makeup
the very depth of existence
and that are
stored at the core
of one's own being
because
reading.
especially that
favorite book
no
matter
how
many
times
Ohh, the pure magic.
#Nopoo #178
Passion
A hot bedded emotion to keep a man’s emotions in shipshape Bristol fashion
Times when a woman’s body is tingling with anticipation
Seeking the thrill of unified gratification
Is passion confined just under the covers
Strictly for upstanding lovers
What happens when your love one is immobile
Your love, is as noble
Two wheels is his legs
One must still please the goose that lays the golden eggs
Is it the smile, touches, the kisses you give one another
The concept, one hand washes the other
Sitting on lover’s lap, lips to lips you both smother
Rodney looking for love in all the wrong places
Confined to a wheelchair behind a computer’s restricted faces
Typing passionately within his words
Finding love to him has always been absurd
Poetic narratives to make one swoon
His bank account tell us, he’s a billionaire tycoon
Knowing if the woman saw him, instantly changes her tune
Mansion silent walls, grandeur for two rolling wheels
For once in his lifetime, yearning passion for how it feels
The sensuality behind uplifting bodily thrills
His mind in solace his only emotional guide
His computer canvass showcasing his steamy male side
Concealment of his image, illicit words typed without pride
Knees down have never once moved
Who needs a man who cannot keep up with a woman’s gyrating groove
At last, someone meets his daily searching criteria
A beautiful woman’s image responding from Siberia
Exchanging written love letters back and forth
She wants to meet in person, now the ball’s in Rodney’s court
Time to abort
Life for the unity of such beautiful written words were just too short
For a love found through words online
Hitting delete button, all future communication has been declined
Sorrowful of wasted time
Rose of love to give, mountains you both promised to climb
Rodney really felt this woman’s vibe
Sunrise to sunset lengthily transcribes
The apple of his eyes has now gone away
Without her words, Rodney had nothing more to say
Hoping she will return unto him one day
Years later experiments has given Rodney his legs back
Countless searches to find a receptive love has been a tough nut to crack
Money paid to find
No such luck time after time
A knock on the door suspended Rodney’s wandering thoughts
Delivered letter, maybe all is not lost
A letter smell of perfume
Reeks the comfort of an empty bedroom
Enclosed pictures of slew
Breath held as he slides them out to view
Beautiful image of so long ago
Sitting in a wheelchair was a mental blow
Computer keys typing to meet with a please
Accepted
Wise time for an investment
Time has come to meet his distance image, ordained from above
Home has been catered for two wheels, his personal labor of love
The door opens no time to flee
The word beautiful fitted her to a tee
Standing long legs, enveloping his presence to be
A skiing accident at the time chaired me
Rodney silently thanked God, and the powers to breathe to finally see
Had Rodney walked away from this time in his life
He would never have two kids, a mansion filled with love, and a lovely wife
Love with passion
Wear it as if it’s your daily fashion
For the ones society seems to forgot
SweetKittyCat hasn’t, I kidd you not
Elated and Dedicated
For the ones who never once walked or skated
Love is God, it flows through me
Live your life with passion, and include others to be
I try to narrate to the masses who cannot relate
Or Articulate
Your passions, your physical silent storms
At best, trying to keep your beating heart warm
Times when a woman’s body is tingling with anticipation
Seeking the thrill of unified gratification
Is passion confined just under the covers
Strictly for upstanding lovers
What happens when your love one is immobile
Your love, is as noble
Two wheels is his legs
One must still please the goose that lays the golden eggs
Is it the smile, touches, the kisses you give one another
The concept, one hand washes the other
Sitting on lover’s lap, lips to lips you both smother
Rodney looking for love in all the wrong places
Confined to a wheelchair behind a computer’s restricted faces
Typing passionately within his words
Finding love to him has always been absurd
Poetic narratives to make one swoon
His bank account tell us, he’s a billionaire tycoon
Knowing if the woman saw him, instantly changes her tune
Mansion silent walls, grandeur for two rolling wheels
For once in his lifetime, yearning passion for how it feels
The sensuality behind uplifting bodily thrills
His mind in solace his only emotional guide
His computer canvass showcasing his steamy male side
Concealment of his image, illicit words typed without pride
Knees down have never once moved
Who needs a man who cannot keep up with a woman’s gyrating groove
At last, someone meets his daily searching criteria
A beautiful woman’s image responding from Siberia
Exchanging written love letters back and forth
She wants to meet in person, now the ball’s in Rodney’s court
Time to abort
Life for the unity of such beautiful written words were just too short
For a love found through words online
Hitting delete button, all future communication has been declined
Sorrowful of wasted time
Rose of love to give, mountains you both promised to climb
Rodney really felt this woman’s vibe
Sunrise to sunset lengthily transcribes
The apple of his eyes has now gone away
Without her words, Rodney had nothing more to say
Hoping she will return unto him one day
Years later experiments has given Rodney his legs back
Countless searches to find a receptive love has been a tough nut to crack
Money paid to find
No such luck time after time
A knock on the door suspended Rodney’s wandering thoughts
Delivered letter, maybe all is not lost
A letter smell of perfume
Reeks the comfort of an empty bedroom
Enclosed pictures of slew
Breath held as he slides them out to view
Beautiful image of so long ago
Sitting in a wheelchair was a mental blow
Computer keys typing to meet with a please
Accepted
Wise time for an investment
Time has come to meet his distance image, ordained from above
Home has been catered for two wheels, his personal labor of love
The door opens no time to flee
The word beautiful fitted her to a tee
Standing long legs, enveloping his presence to be
A skiing accident at the time chaired me
Rodney silently thanked God, and the powers to breathe to finally see
Had Rodney walked away from this time in his life
He would never have two kids, a mansion filled with love, and a lovely wife
Love with passion
Wear it as if it’s your daily fashion
For the ones society seems to forgot
SweetKittyCat hasn’t, I kidd you not
Elated and Dedicated
For the ones who never once walked or skated
Love is God, it flows through me
Live your life with passion, and include others to be
I try to narrate to the masses who cannot relate
Or Articulate
Your passions, your physical silent storms
At best, trying to keep your beating heart warm
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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NoPoo #137 (05-08-21)
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the breadth of time
the clock hands
move faster
while this body
moves slower
and slower
aches and whines
whisper,
then shout
the breadth of what's left
crystallizes
before my eyes
becoming potent
as sands...
each
and
every
grain,
get lost
through the hourglass
Haste,
Oh to haste
and to blind
but thoughtful stagger
upon
this
particular recognition
hurriedly
into the next dawn
to fly brightest colours
sky high
rousing deep
a hearty goodness within
to make this day
better
than yesterday
and tomorrow
the beginning
of brand new tomorrows
#Nopoo (#179)
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