#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

lepperochan said:


I do beg your pardon I thought it best not to congratulate a lady on her half century because the number of ways it could be taken. and I am gentleman first and foremost

well done, lady. you'll be heading into record-breaking territory soon.

*hat tip



That's quite honorable, lepp!
Why thank you, kind sir
This Wabbit looks fucking fantastic for 50 so it's aok!!


Thank you muchly
💜
Happy New Year and stay safe, Eamonn!
xoxo
Susan

removed.

many thanks....
.... hand to heart


with hat in hand
and a heart opened to fullest
the Irish luck of clover
is rainbow'd of the very purest
a first quickened warm welcome,
then turned to gracious offers of friends alike
soon luck increased by all leaps and bounds,
now, I send my returned thank you glow
to the dearest poet's of our Deep Underground




Ty DUP
🌹 and
Happy 2021 ahead
#NoPoo
12//30/2020
10:12pm EST

31.12.2020
11.45am
#NoPoo

glitters and frills
gold coloured tinsels
red and green
ribbons and bells

champagne
glasses tilt
laughter
cheers
to me it's noise
the gaiety muted
by an absence

70

Bowing to the Ending of 2020 Uplifting My Eyes in 2021

Let’s bow our heads as you and I pray    
From the Creator’s lips to our hearts    
Approved to say        
May He smile upon us as we continue to strive        
Crossing into a new year, thank goodness when we both shall arrive        
Looking back        
Mother Nature’s cruel attacks        
You and I survived Hurricanes        
God’s tears from pouring rains    
Racial Disparity, a standstill, protests, riots, teargas, voices in unity from systematic pain  
   
A knee to the neck, darkish hues dying, oppositions bringing the nation to grief  
No justice fast enough to bring weary pleas instant relief  
Dying from a manmade pandemic bioengineered strains to spread a respiratory disease  
Political tensions  
Recount, recount, apprehensions  
Black and White, skin tone dividend one must mention  
A rare glimpse of 2020  Great Conjunction  
Enlighten for thy eyes to partake of its glory.. hopefully, we move forward and remove the scars of being a nation of dysfunction          
   
Yet, we’re standing strong, by His spiritual grace, we’re still here  
Due to cross over, a clean slant given for a new beginning, sands of time alas brings mental unknown fears  
Have faith, things will become impartial, wisdom will become clear        
   
Proverbial simplicity from the Holy Bible, the Torah, to the Holy Quran  
Surely one day before the Great Revelation, we will be singing a unified song  
I look to the hilltops, mind soaring higher, wings light as bird  
I give you my 2021 embedded merciful words        
Bless over the indigent, smart, wise and the nerds        
Jobs, Life, and the Stress of it all        
Let’s hold on to each other to cushion our daily falls        
   
Allow virgin emotions to carry us into a year’s anew        
Blessed to see with sight, grass coated with earthly morning dew        
The pending first month of 202l        
Practice in life no delays, therefore no waits, served up as a spiritual cleansing, may this year provide you with plenty, as you speak with a knowledgeable tongue        
   
I hope you will continue to read me        
The orientation of my mind is never a fee, its the doctrine of my craft that makes me me        
Heavenly Father bless over our families, friends, and keep them all safe        
For the shirtless, the shelterless, cocoon their souls from being a outclassed, outcasted  waif        
Bless our jobs that we may find pleasure in what we do  
To the hundred of thousands who are still unemployed, please bring to their table blessed over food        
In faith of our dreams we shall always pursue        
Bless our temple, even when we lose our way, always carry us through    
   
Physically        
Spiritually        
Financially        
Emotionally        
Abroad, coast-to-coast, internationally, as we Pray, Humbly Fast, and with faith, still  believe      
   
For our loved ones who are not here, no hugs, kisses to wish upon them this new year  
Covid-19, some families fell unto, such a saddened thought, death, without proper last rites    
As beautiful souls took flight  
Family members' heart heavy who were not near  
We look toward the Heavens to shed for them a rejoiced tear        
   
Bless over America        
Red, White, and Blue, no matter what’s your political view        
Keep racial lines withering down to a narrow        
A promise from God to keep His Eyes on the Sparrow        
Land of the Free and The Home Of The Brave        
Veterans I salute your contributions as you rest from your journeys in your peaceful graves        
Peace, Hope, and Love        
May we find it as we pray in silence to our Heavenly Father above        
   
On the clouds always dreaming        
A diamond in the rough, however, still gleaming        
Known in the afterlife as Erotica and Romance Author KC. Steamy        
Healing hands ordained and blessed over by an oath  
From third world countries villages to coast- to-coast  
   
Love and Hugs        
Given from me to you all, always from my Creole soul, just because        
Hugs and Love        
As one would say, Lucifer tends to rule down here God from above        
Soulfully Unified        
This blessing for you and me, with the Creator’s permission may it be humbly applied        
   
Happy New Year DUP        
And all who contribute to its grand success        
Keep writing, you poets and poetesses are all totally awesome        
       
Love and Hugs,        
SweetKittyCat    
5-Father, Son, Spirit, Creation and Redemption

NoPoo #38 (12-31-20)

listening to inspiration or grace, whichever is funnier...




trying to feel the juju
or maybe essence, I think?
praises were sung, once again...
one sweet soul underscoring another's grace,
left me wistful, tinged with a hint of jaded
selfish heathen or plain spoiled , right?
(you'd have laughed there)
me me me... ffs...
no one ever gets what they really desire
maybe that'll change in the year ahead
(more laughing, I suspect)
intentions, road to hell being paved....
.... and all that.
now I chuckle....
tip o' my hat*
Yes, will do.





#NoPoo
12/31/2020
11:39am EST

AND because I MUST share...
I haz Grogu!
he does stuff and moves and giggles and Omg.

Veil Of Darkness

This poem was a direct narrative regarding evil spirits my great grann in the Republic of Haiti seems to ramble about coming to pass  
Mache nan lafwa (Walk In Faith)  

Veil of darkness  
Covetous mind where twisted souls on earth shall lark  
The light of the way dims  the serpent’s purpose as IT bathes in its blasphemy of self-wicked pride  
Clad in disdain of false monarch from Hell for a sinful earthly ride  
Conjured dances of disdain by spits of raging fire  
Raised flames of wretched immortality to cast first stones of devious desires  

Who speaks for tongues so virtuous in deceit  
The abomination answered, of a conjured risen blue veined beast  
Walks upright, horns hidden so serene and so true  
Linguistic lines of spells, still one must pity the ungodly beastly fool  
Confectionary words of convincing  
Jinn words of numbered mementos, devoid of intellect, blinded of spiritually when commenced, dispensing  
 
In a land way before time, Michael the Archangel cast Satan out  
Such a pale beautiful fallen Angel, transformation to grimness while heading to a darken void clashing south  
Earthbound from good to evil, beautiful to ugliness abhorrent spews out its vile mouth  
Cherub Angels on land, we are known to cringe about  
 
Hold fast and hold on  
A promise of serenity will always sing a unified song
From the blessed moon illumination will continue on  
Glory’s footstool on earth will always be restored, despite the journeys of  its Kingdom come  
Bounds of alliance, shall, and will be done  
 
On earth  
Spiritual casting of flames veiled in its cruel fallen murk  
From the four corners of practicing discord for a sinful swan masquerades of its pitiful worth  
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt, raised minds will always seek higher in sacredness for an atonement spiritual  rebirth  
As my beautiful soul resides its calling in Heaven  
Look toward the stars, defend your honor of peace with mental treasured weapons  
One must be armored in faith around children of the corn twenty-four seven  

Worry and reasoning are two of Satan's most successful tools. He'll get us started with one negative thought and then sit back and watch us finish ourselves off.

Joyce Meyer

My Last Dark Poem of 2020... Happy New Years Everyone, and be safe out there

#NoPoo/ 01012021/ 02:38:09


#HappyNewYear dear #NoPoo Poetzz & All DU Poetzz
Stay Safe & Bright.. in pure truth of Love, its flowing fluent art..  this 2021 & ev as ev XX:)

*pic:web

The great and terrible circus
rattles on from town to town
and in its freak show lives us two,
lovemaking in dirt.

1.1.2021
11.40a
#NoPoo

midnight herald in a new day
of a new year
you slept unaware
so did I
quite uninterested
in the neighbours  karaoke party
mildly curious
if there'd be a party cluster


71

The Altar
Where I lay my burdens
Hoping for redemption  
To taste the fruits of the afterlife  
For the hunger life refuses to gratify  
My nakedness as I lay open  
 
Contoured in agony to be awaken  
In the rush of time, my borrowed soul walks upright in its own reliance  
Only to accept faith unseen  
Pleading tongues behind my willingness to stand  
Yet, as I wobble to remain  
Cries of submissive fleshly sins  
 
Longing to be bathed and clothed in the arms of the Virgin Mary  
Anoint my Heaven on earth with drops of sacred oil  
Baptize my temple with sprinkled divinity words in truth  
Place my wandering footsteps in life to seek an inner enlightenment  
Dependent eyes who would come to see the fallen one, only to rise again  
 
Eagar heads bowing in communion alliance of sinful worshiping  
Hearts to love, wallowing in the essence of my skin    
The elixir of its stirred undulated and prefilled  
I tarry in my sobering thoughts, yet anguish unfilled, undefined, surrendered  
 
Mindful to choose the righteous path, guiding my crossroads, my byways  
Only to come upon no outlet  
Detoured into the abyss of dusk  
Only to be called upon the altar to seek thy light in grace

Well we crossed over unto a new year.. many blessings to the poets/poetesses who take the time out of their creative agenda to make this forum for what it is today, thriving as we go along, much respect to the moderator, Lepperochan

2.12.2020
12..48am
#NoPoo

Just after midnight
wondering about you
so peaceful now
way beyond the blue
broken glasses on the floor
mirrors of us
With echoing whispers
of I love You's
I'm still haunting you


72

An attempt at faith



In all,
isn't it the unseen
that we cling to?
O' so dire
and held firm true,
dearly and pressed tight
to heaving chest
Beit hope,
glory, honor, code
or the misty aether
of love itself
so unknown
yet To Be known
O' to be known
a randomly felt interlude

of an attempt at faith


#NoPoo
01/01/2021
5:03 EST