#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
A time and place where hearts once knew no end
I hear such faint echoing sounds
In the distance your silhouette is all that is found
If I can take us back to the time, we were only holding hands
Neither one of knew what music to cloak our dance
I will
So, time for us, fate will not steal
Standing on the pier watching you gradually fade away
A day I never thought will come, no matter how hard I pray
For you to stay
I closed my eyes to feel your lips in a lasting song
To surrender unto your caresses all night long
I opened them to destiny, but you were already gone
NoPoo #5 (11-29-20)
Anonymous
30.11.2020 - 10:10am
To Gabriel
This account will appear sooner or later as anonymous
but I want you to know it’s Ricky
the 5th Riddler or that Eminem fan
Thank you for the message when I was in hospital
and not sure which way it was meant
staff at the hospital or every day life
when you said “keep giving the bastards a hard time.”
But inside both buildings I was treated fine
and as for the other option
think we both know it’s really not ‘em
Might have been a misunderstanding
on the eternal darkness
but I was far from dissing you
that’s why I never responded to one post that was sent
Didn’t really read what you wrote
other than what was on the thread
but one message meant more to me
than you could have ever known
To Gabriel
This account will appear sooner or later as anonymous
but I want you to know it’s Ricky
the 5th Riddler or that Eminem fan
Thank you for the message when I was in hospital
and not sure which way it was meant
staff at the hospital or every day life
when you said “keep giving the bastards a hard time.”
But inside both buildings I was treated fine
and as for the other option
think we both know it’s really not ‘em
Might have been a misunderstanding
on the eternal darkness
but I was far from dissing you
that’s why I never responded to one post that was sent
Didn’t really read what you wrote
other than what was on the thread
but one message meant more to me
than you could have ever known
skulls and bones and memory's remains
skulls and bones and the memory's remains
monsters, slayers their shackles and chains
that's what they found deep underground
when you were long dead and we weren't around
sands of the time
buried their rhyme
dunes rose higher
drowning wind chimes
skulls and bones and memory remains
of beings unsuitable of beings insane
they left their marks not without sparks
and scars in ink
helictites hanging with no apparent links
scars and chains of words insane
for them 'twas all that mattered
for them that's all they cared
the place they called home the place they all... shared
an underground collective
of tears
an underground collective
of pain
the underground miners of
truth
the underground admirers
of rain
of varying degrees of kindness
of varying degrees of brute
of clashes of egos and wills
of heartaches and rivers of spills
yet a place they all called home
where the inner self was free to roam
what happened why happened don't know
when landed that one knockout blow
like the ruins of kingdoms of yore
nothing's for ever for sure
the memories of the machines
kept treasures of those artist beings
who chose to release and express
rather than sufffer and suppress
the treasures for sure will be found
no matter how deep underground
monsters, slayers their shackles and chains
that's what they found deep underground
when you were long dead and we weren't around
sands of the time
buried their rhyme
dunes rose higher
drowning wind chimes
skulls and bones and memory remains
of beings unsuitable of beings insane
they left their marks not without sparks
and scars in ink
helictites hanging with no apparent links
scars and chains of words insane
for them 'twas all that mattered
for them that's all they cared
the place they called home the place they all... shared
an underground collective
of tears
an underground collective
of pain
the underground miners of
truth
the underground admirers
of rain
of varying degrees of kindness
of varying degrees of brute
of clashes of egos and wills
of heartaches and rivers of spills
yet a place they all called home
where the inner self was free to roam
what happened why happened don't know
when landed that one knockout blow
like the ruins of kingdoms of yore
nothing's for ever for sure
the memories of the machines
kept treasures of those artist beings
who chose to release and express
rather than sufffer and suppress
the treasures for sure will be found
no matter how deep underground
Written by cold_fusion
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Politics Sucks (NoPoo 19)
Give ‘em enough rope
Politicians might dangle
But don’t hold your breath
Politicians might dangle
But don’t hold your breath
Written by AspergerPoet56
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1.12.2020
8am
#NoPoo
I visit you
everyday
in the archives
of our hearts
There is so much I'd love to share and places to show You locally n afar...so much I'd love to see and experience with Your favorite things n places there...I dream so often scenarios of Us doing such things together
...shall we meet at the bridge...
33
8am
#NoPoo
I visit you
everyday
in the archives
of our hearts
There is so much I'd love to share and places to show You locally n afar...so much I'd love to see and experience with Your favorite things n places there...I dream so often scenarios of Us doing such things together
...shall we meet at the bridge...
33
pauses.
It beats faithful, trusted still
while asking your name
between each paused beat
I haven't the courage gathered
to say aloud
the certainty of what my mind hides
hoping to just live always
within those pauses, between cherished beats
where we remain forever
Written by Bluevelvete
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6:43am EST
12/1/2020
Those Pauses (NoPoo 20)
Beautiful pauses
Looking into eyes, before
Sweet tender kisses
Looking into eyes, before
Sweet tender kisses
Written by AspergerPoet56
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2.12.2020
12.01
#NoPoo
Soul Searching
I remember this
kneeling down looking
at the cracks
on the church floor
a single hair stuck on old gum
a scatter of old rice
under the pew
the cacophony of voices
the litany of the saints
Kyrie eleison
Kristi eleison
As I am
kneeling in silence
isolated by indifference
34
12.01
#NoPoo
Soul Searching
I remember this
kneeling down looking
at the cracks
on the church floor
a single hair stuck on old gum
a scatter of old rice
under the pew
the cacophony of voices
the litany of the saints
Kyrie eleison
Kristi eleison
As I am
kneeling in silence
isolated by indifference
34
His Heart
You are the only sane thing I look for
So lost when I cannot find
It aches my mind to misplace
Can I tie a ring around your beautiful heart
Therefore, when it beats
I could not discern where mine starts or yours stop
NoPoo #6 (12-01-20)
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I sent wild lavenders
to keep the words company
never struck me they might wither
before they got there
#NoPoo
wow, december already. I've missed a few days. some of you are doing very well with the continuity. I raise my forehead to you
well done. and well done one and all, some seriously good poetry being laid down. I think I'll run the thread until dec 2021. it'll facilitate those who are on for a poem a day for a year
it's not mandatory. there's 363 days left. gimme 10 in 10 days, 30 in 30, 5 in 5, 100 in 360. you're all welcome, and loved dearly
I sent wild lavenders
to keep the words company
never struck me they might wither
before they got there
#NoPoo
wow, december already. I've missed a few days. some of you are doing very well with the continuity. I raise my forehead to you
well done. and well done one and all, some seriously good poetry being laid down. I think I'll run the thread until dec 2021. it'll facilitate those who are on for a poem a day for a year
it's not mandatory. there's 363 days left. gimme 10 in 10 days, 30 in 30, 5 in 5, 100 in 360. you're all welcome, and loved dearly
Celestial Kisses
He is everything to me when he warms my heart
The alluring words of his imagination outlines us, we are inside the beautiful work of art
Such quiet whispers to my ears to caress
His soft serenades makes me melt
Oh... his charming, engaging mind
Its tailored to please me, intoxicating my soul like vintage fine wine
I am his, and his is mine
Blended souls we merge by fate’s designs
Where did you come from man
For this Queen to take your hand
The moment you tenderly kissed me I knew you were God’s plan
Have you even felt something so sweet
Just the thought of the savored moments knocks you completely off your feet
You close your eyes, inhaling the scent of him
Needing his presence past the thought of a whim
Feeling the depth of his voice, your preferred choice
The footstep to your aura whereas, Angels have led
The last thought to taste his passion while resting in bed
It’s what I call celestial binds my destiny’s time
When the calling of fate, to commence you together refuses to wait
NoPoo #7 (12-02-20)
