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lepperochan
lepperochan
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The King and I


I've lost count of the corpses
of those who thought I was a king
scattered 'round, ravaged
by gull and rodent


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Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Fire of Insight
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☝️ I love how humble this is, Lepp. Really.

AspergerPoet56
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Ache Of Infinity (NoPoo 66)

Since  
creation began  
you have been  
in my DNA  
twin helix  
 
so cutting you  
would be  
self harm  
 
ominous and low  
begins  
an obsessional love  
that can never end  
my heart wont let go  
 
for i am  
the river flowing  
to your ocean  
 
endless  
 
an ache of infinity  
 
from twilight  
to dawn  
i wait for you  
need your light  
the awe of beauty  
 
 
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adagio
adagio
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The Gothic, Mr. Sneeze. Cold in winter haunting souls of bones. And their misdemeanor. Containing ragtime trailing a treble low voice and bass. But it's only in the red Georgia clay. Listening to Charlie Daniels scoot his fiddle. Tasting the seeds of death's spiced infinity. Hearing the wheels of the squeaking Mariah carrying me home.

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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17.01.2021
6.26am
#NoPoo

Yet I still look up
to see if you're there
scrolling through pages
to see what I missed
listening to voices
in my head
wondering why I'm
breathing stale air

SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
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Death Row
Humans waiting for repels, retrials, residents kept in a long corridor, leading to a black forgotten hole
Time to repent, forgive, yet, living on borrowed time for their soul
This is the most sensitive poem Iíve ever wrote
The topic alone brings a lump to my throat
The words Thy Should Not Kill
Immoral choices in oneís life, does Capital Punishment fit a Life or Death bill
Taking oneís breath away bringing their existence to an involuntary stand still
Sealing the presence of their fate
For some, this is such a controversial debate
But wait

I have to go on record, not meaning to strike a cord
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You are there on your own accord
Three square meals given, plus room and board
For crimes of nature, justice has deemed your presence to be hidden, completely ignored
Never to be restored
A topic for me to thoroughly explore
This narrative comes down to two sides, you decide
Iíll just provide the scenarios, not the whys
The parent writing the letters, and the parent whose tears fill her eyes
Most people would say, life without parole should be enough for a person who has misbehaved

Spare their life, surely, they can be saved
Nine months of life she birthed and gave
Kneeling in remembrance as she now lays flowers on a young grave
For a thug with a gun on the run
Priors, juvenile detention centers, incarcerated at a young age
Read from off a lengthily docket page

In court, the Defense hollers a plea
No, a mother emotional outburst drops her to her knees
He snatched my childís fun, who was playing on the porch in the warm summer sun
Sentence him to death
For all the nights I held my sonís pillow and wept
Your Honor, my son is a good man
Yes, he has made many mistakes, and yes this crime he has been accused of, I understand
I raised him the best I can
To place him on death role is so unfair
It is a motherís worst despair, an endless nightmare
A grieving mother has no rights
Heaven have given my son his angelic sights

Your son should be punished to the fullest extent of the law, and then sentenced to die
I will never wish death of a child to any parent, no lie
But my son is now confined to the sky
You son still breathes
My son is in a grave, who I shall never see
I feel your pain, I really do
However, take an exception too

Two women both in pain
Who would you blame
Death over Life
Both parents living with daily strife
Tears from the grave Tears glimpsed behind bars
Resolutions for both sides, close but no cigars, by far
One parent wishing on a star for her nightmare to have a worthless life end
One parent wishing for repeals, new evidence to finally kick in

If you were in this situation, how would you see this
My opinions are private, I have to be bias and dismiss
My answer deemed amiss
Itís a preconception topic on my wish list
As you ponder this poem
No judgments in vain, so keep your thoughts warm
Some issues in life I just refuse to say
However, if some have walked in these shoes, most will say, hell you have to pay
Needle to veins you are hoping for, as a preacher forgives sins as he prays

Yeah, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Criteria for a new trial has been met
DNA does not match the accuser of the crime
Time taken away, expense of the taxpayersí dime
Tears of joy
Tears of grief for a mamaís baby boy
No side wins
Therefore, keep your nose clean and do not succumb to any sin

AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
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Lockdown Lamenting (NoPoo 67)

Melodrama of lockdown
Unfolds in slow motion
Turning the screw
Ever tighter
No matter the compliance

Snipping
Slicing
Away at our sanity
Calling it necessity
Self harming really

Everything
Is in decent
Falling
Like gravity
No longer existed

Hope disintegrates
With each failed promise
World class fuck up
Is the collective thought
We all have
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Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
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semblances of a love poem ~ [vignettes of a side story]


#1.
caressing of my cheek
with the back of his hand,
pressing in tightly
lips to lips,
a
perfect
first
kiss




#2.
his
cadence
of authority,
the kind
oozing
nothing
but confident
sultry,
timbre'd in
pure sex,
whispersó
"Don't fall in love."
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† † † †
† † † †
† † †  
#3.  
wiping away tears †
as the tiniest †
smile remains †
'I. hear. you.' †
echos through †
the trees †
s a i l i n g †
to find you...there
†  
†  
†  
†  
†  
†  
Written by Bluevelvete
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#Nopoo
1/16/2021
9:33pm EST

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
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Da Capo

 
a wooden X  
marks a spot
where all are
stringed.
 
We never think
of puppetry  
as butchery
 
our cycles tethered
sadistically to old hands  
until the end.
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#NoPoo [9]

Written in response to the music video for ďAlle Tage Ist Kein SonntagĒ by Till Lindemann & David Garrett (trigger warning for suicidal imagery, drugs & alcohol) : https://youtu.be/bhwh44le3HY

I still get something different from it every time I watch it.





Zazzles
Zazzles
Broom
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Wonderful poems here ♥️

Grace
Grace
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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18.01.2021
12.37am
#NoPoo

everytime I try
I fall back
to thinking about you
how it used to be
nothing ever stay the same
it seems
although
this heart is always about you
So...my friends
I'll cross the street
to avoid
How're you
and I'm fine
...just yet


SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
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The Philosophy Behind Religions      
The universe to serve your Deity comes with various personal decisions      
Ancient of Days, Father/Abba, Most High, Elohim, El-Shaddai, Yahweh, Allah, God, Jehovah and Adonai, and Abba just to name a few      
Whenever you kneel and pray, itís your King, you give spiritual credence too      
   
If oneís soul yearns to get to a Heavenly resting place      
Then one must find a way on earth to remain humble among falling grace      
If so, then why are we separated by gradations of who we pray to on our knees      
Spiritual enlighten doesnít come with certain elements of insensitive degrees      
Isnít the common goal to get to Heaven, for me, as well as for you      
Can you imagine the Creator sifting through earth, weaning out the wretched fools      
     
No stipulations must be found to exercise earthly love      
Slaughters of the innocence, Suicide bombings, Polygamy, nothing to make light of      
Certainly, that creed of the mind is not ordained from above      
Separatism in the Bible have been centuries foretold      
Roman, Jerusalem, stone cities once patrolled      
Pontius Pilate and Caiaphas doctrines consoled      
Laws dictated to the masses to control      
Son of the Father nailed who was sent to save lost souls      
     
Found in a land once in time      
Rulers preferred to incorporate blind eyes      
The greater evilís demise, forgiven, stepped aside to all, a surprise met with loud outcries      
Preaching perfection      
World peace and healing affirmations, non-discriminatory in selections      
Three days of resurrection      
In remembrance, is now our benediction from the blood of spiritual rejection      
The foundation of spiritual awareness is its connection      
Hittites, Girgashites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites, and the Jebusites      
All had Heaven within their sights      
     
Centuries later, of a world deemed old      
The Ten Commandants is what the masses has now reaped to sow      
Land wars over grounds to claim, makes one go insane      
Does it matter to anyone, no one controls the sun, the moon, or the rains      
Bombs bursting in air      
Tears, confusion, in the name of religious despair      
It never gave truth through the night      
Not unless we hold hands, peace is not won through religion fights      
That our flag was still there      
Surrender your soul, only Godís words we should adopt to care      
     
Atheists, within your mental rights      
I cannot ever fathom your daily plights      
Your biblical denial fights      
Free falling without a net      
But hey, thatís your dogma, and I really could care less, no disrespect      
However, had we met      
Out of water, Godís Angel stood among us, one drop to live, yet      
Who gets the first quench to live and let      
Iím still here, thank God not there      
Someone else has went below thirsty, their self-created eternal nightmare      
     
Ten Commandments, live by them      
Religion matters, but then again      
Too much discord, discrimination, and racial injustice in the name of sin      
Strike that concept      
Itís their kind of hatred they have learned to accept      
Love, Love, Love      
The only word practiced down here, and accepted above

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.

Buddha

Nopoo #51 (01-17-21)

AspergerPoet56
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Omnipresent (NoPoo 68)

feel
her warm breath
upon my skin
with eyes open
i know i'm alive

she broke
through my prison walls
to free this heart
now her presence
is everywhere

holding life
it's that simple
within her hands
Stroking me softly
With love

I hear
The birdsong
For the first time
or is it
the song of her heart

like a ribbon
she has tied
Her silken bow
around me
So perfectly

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Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
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....

overwhelmed
lonely
pist off
apathetic
pathetic
uninspired
guilt riddled
homesick
needy
hormonal
emotional
hiccuping
rationalizing
pressing
berated
mild amusement
exhausted
resolve

individual distinguished emotions
all felt within the time to type them out.

emotional states in the time of covid-19
a pandemic unloved story...




#Nopoo
1/18/21
12:51am EST

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Fire of Insight
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On Paper

 
I found my one good pencil
snapped in two beneath
the leg of the couch;
Iím sure this is a sign
the woman should
buy more pencils
 
in fact
I sellotaped splintered wood
which is the biggest metaphor
for this year I can muster
 
but I let it slide
into a terrible film
and incense
and a mug of tea made  
to make the world  
step the hell down.  
 
Drawing is not  
something I share;
itís a secret world of doodles
and etches, and flip-decks  
of leaf variants all tied up
in a little book used
to observe the world
 
and youó
you were the first person
I ever sketched out, hair
being most important;  
wild stars entering all
on their own.
 
Thought about many things
during that evening
 
how Iíve spent months
blocking everyone out,  
how I canít handle people
the same as before  
 
how hard it is to keep myself
fixed in one place
 
but not tonightó
 
tonight I dwelled in the peace
of graphite things, in a way
never dreamed of
before you came
 
instead
I gently closed
the cover
 
my eyes.
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