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SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
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Louisiana with a Haitian French Creole twist  
Feeling in the mood for a little generational reminisce  
New Orleans on my mind  
Itís time, I relax, wine, and dine  
The soothing sounds of the Jazz Clubs  
A city of my embedded history I have so much love  
Creole and Cajun food, the various articulated accents  
A true homecoming to hear stories of old with kinfolks, always well spent  
Hear me talk, Haitian Creole Yat, combined with an Eastern enunciation twine  
Years trying to bury, I tell you no hidden lies  
Linguistics diversified  
Talking to patients, with listening intentions in their eyes  
Glimpsing the raised eyebrows expression in their whys  
Butter Rum skin tone, doesnít match the deep southern-rooted, Haitian in disguise  

Engaging voice by a profession, healing decree by foretold choice  
Something Iím proud of when conversing, as my ancestors in their graves rejoice  
Wine, pleasure seeking, you hear that twine, it tends to roll out  
No resentments to adhere, or lingering doubts  
Muscular eyes popping open, inquiries as to what language is spoken  
Entwined Haitian Creole as tongues have slipped and awoken  
My native dialect, east coast flair, merged into one  
My familyís generational homebound of nationality has been proudly won  
Wealth of history snatched by French designs  
Moorish Forbearer, Lineage, Ancestral to stand, questioned by the tormentorís whips and lies  
Nubian Queen? You damn straight  
Times such as this, pride refuse to wait  
My lineage is not open for debate  
Or words of my doctrines to rate  
French stole, Spaniard claimed it, here today, itís just too late  

For the history that runs through my veins  
My creed, my presence is all of me who remains  
Hispaniola Saint-Domingue  
Coffee and Sugar Cane  
Sweltering heat, no rest or shelter in the pouring rain  
Code Noir  
Cries from the cotton fields no more  
French Revolution  
Freedom was the ultimate solution  
My ancestral broken chains, their civil resolution  
Blood on hands from plantation retribution  
No forefatherís ablution  
Given a one third citizenship, documented in the Constitution  
Sins of the forefathers, medication now controlling their childrenís mental pollution  

Queen of Queens, yes within my birthright  
However, embezzled legacy from the French Rulers in dawnís early light  
Give me Liberty or Give me Death  
The fate of my lineage, scars of whips, to give other countries their treasured wealth  
Fleets of ships that sailed  
Bodies dropping like heads or tails  
Breathing Heads accounted to live  
Expired Tails, a sea coffin, no free labor to give  
A Mambo Asogwe of Haiti, village Appointee  
Healing from the element laws of spiritual degrees  
Oh yes, part of the seeds of my heredity  
Practiced in colonized solidarity, now an adopted creed  

I may have to brush up on my French very soon  
Two-sided dialogue in attendance, under one roof, is like a mental trip to the moon  
A tale of two cities will soon meet trifold  
Haitian French  
Mulatto Parentages  
Haitian Creole  
Everlasting Kingdoms of warriors, carnage from royal, no longer roaming souls  
From the Native Islands, to the Louisiana Bayous, to the East Coast spiritual advisers to console  
This is the introverted reason why I have adopted universal love  
To collapse the invisible restraints of detestation God has stored in me from above  
It never hurts with a touch of Love and Hugs


NoPoo #52 (01-18-21)

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A 1000 Years...

I had lived 1000 years with the pretty boys of the dark. Now I have come to Environs Purgatory. A little town of Tudor mansions. Distortions and shadows among the monks who dwell there. I should know. I am the abbot at the monastery. Now practicing a satanic curse of gothic persuasion and orgasmic behavior. I had just recently given a penance to Jane Austen. But that is for another story. "The goats are waiting to be milked."

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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19.01.2021
7am
#NoPoo

Two months, yesterday
I made it thus far
I walked again
in places
where you walked along
through my eyes
I laughed
at jokes you'd have giggled at
...and it was alright
I remembered
Ease through the day
With me Always My Love

and I will...always.

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
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Grace said:19.01.2021
7am
#NoPoo

Two months, yesterday
I made it thus far
I walked again
in places
where you walked along
through my eyes
I laughed
at jokes you'd have giggled at
...and it was alright
I remembered
Ease through the day
With me Always My Love

and I will...always.


💚💚💚

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Northern_Soul said:

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Bluevelvete
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Northern_Soul
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A word on collecting

He once said  
our spare room
looked like
a bazaar  

as he weaved through  
stained glass lamps,  
occult oddities  
and herbs.  

I've collected burn marks,  
cigarettes, orgasms,  
bruises  

I've collected good scotch  
trip stories, nicknames  
and muses  

and it's easy enough  
to be a collector to prove  
you existó

all that's left  
are guitars and  
crystals  

I don't think he knows
how lucky he is.
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SweetKittyCat5
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A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste

A mind is terrible thing to waste  
Millions of thoughts running around in haste  
Always thinking of things to do or say  
Mentally formatting our sentences with the proper words to pray  
Iíve been told to use it  
Or you will most certainly lose it  

Mental Illness so far away from the base of its home  
Internal torture to the mindís dreadful thoughts as they roam  
Medicine assistance puts the mind back on its path  
Beautiful thoughts regenerated and not damaged by the grimness of the mindís wrath  
I cannot think straight today  
My mind does not want to come out and play  

Iím feeling blue  
I think I have the brain Flu  
Am I losing my mind  
I cannot comprehend things from time-to-time  
Your familiar face I cannot quite remember  
Is it August or is it September  

Who are you  
My mind feels stuck like glue  
I cannot process my thoughts  
A dense fog of memories strangled when caught  
Dementia or Alzheimer as itís called  
Iíve been there, seen it, and have saw  

A painful truth for any family once itís admitted  
Choices dancing in the mind to have this wonderful person committed  
Pulling out mementos and old pictures  
Praying the mind will renew of its old recognizable fixtures  
A deterioration of the mind sure to shrivel in course  
A host of lost memories such a sadden remorse  

The mind is a vast realm to think of the past  
Daydreaming is a trance state that does not last  
An idle mind for the moment has surpassed  
At times off balance  
Nothing heard but silence  
Yes it sleeps  
Subconsciously who does it meet  

Mr. Dreams  
Here I am  
Iíll comfort the mind as best as I can  
A vivid illusion played on the screen of my mind  
Placing me in a land way before time  
I can remember I was being crowned a Queen  

I awaken  
Still slightly shaken  
A riveting tale unforeseen  
Ooh the mind can be so mean  
I looked around realizing my mind was playing tricks on me  
How great if it could only be  

Queen for all time, the emotions feels so right  
Not just through the night  
I love the feeling from such a beautiful mindful sight  
The splendid concept of the mind  
Always thinking out the blue at times  

Thinking of words to tease †
Pleasing, while keeping them on their knees  
Play memory games to see whoíll beat  
In those moments your mind against yourself, always a tie, no rewarding defeat
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NoPoo #53 (01-19-21)

AspergerPoet56
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Miserable Cunts †(NoPoo 69)

Bitches among the shadows
Talking in whispers
Such a lonely occupation
Weird games played out
By nobody full of self importance

Wouldn't want
To be like them

Drawn into
The wasteland of their minds
Where sporadic thought
Is a rare event
Complicating their life

Smell
The desperation

Rancid stagnant intelligence
Projecting little phobias
A divisive lifeform
Thinking sarcasm is fun
Fuckung creeps

Ignorance
What a great excuse

Hateful mutants
That believe their own hype
Use words as weapons
To hide inadequacies.
In their world

Truth be told
Sad little creatures
Magnifying fears
Miserable cunts
One and all


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Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
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I think youíll find I am not a spill, Sir

Listen

Iím over the Ďsí word
implying only
that these lines
were accidents

that this poem flowed
with purpose and grace,
filtering itself until pure

thereís no river here;
not even a damn pond

I donít pour majestically
from babbling brooks of dreams,
paddling half-heartedly
in the shallow pools of cynicism

neither should I be compared
to dry rice

milk

a loose shit
on the way outó

I want my words
to strike the Earth
like a wet lamb
bursting out of a sac
in wild, saturated
wings

because I am
one thousand percent sure
there is no time to be
described as a stream.

Let me assure you
there never
was.

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AspergerPoet56
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Adrift (NoPoo 70)

Skin stings
From the falling tears
The storm
Of emotions
Through wet
Blurry eyes

Heart heavy
A painful ache
Of loss
A death of
Something beautiful
That lay inside

Sorrow
Of a lost connection
Felt in the pit
Of the stomach
Disturbing
Despair

The drifting
On currents
That may never
Meet again
as palpable
As not breathing
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SweetKittyCat5
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Dawnís Early Light

Dawnís yesterday with a promised tomorrow
Yesterday memories and left behind sorrows
On an express train ride into infinity
Without a sorry, goodbyes, no emotional identities

Nightfall fading in Dawnís early light left in the sky
So majestic and blue decorated by a rainbow of fate, destiny, and karmaís blissful sunrise
A sunrise full of hope
A sunrise to climb for the greater good, donít let go of the rope
A sunrise shining in the element of earthís intellectual surprise
Wrapped with a red bow, a beautiful blessing of presence in disguise

Awaken unto the day with morning, afternoon, and night, words of the wise
A man thinks once, and a foolish man thinks twice, and then creates his own demise
Self-demoralizing of self, it does not get any worse than that one must say
To forgive among a thistle of Iím sorry, yet smile to be among a new day
To pray for peace found within, as we play
On our knees at night we pray

For enlightenment and to expect only the best
The fruit of what we strive for, whereas, we can pass the laws of the universe to the next
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NoPoo #54 (01-20-21)

Bluevelvete
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Serendipitous birthday wishes (and a 'lil robotic fishing)




Quiet in a brilliant wonder
spectacular poetic glamour
to burrow and burn just right
waves of hushed unassuming
an unidentified golden light

a secret flair of sensual erotic
sheer perfection,
in the most tender of sentimental
meticulous care and ease,
between lines that flow to dazzling please

depth of convictions deep
social justice welcomes his ardent attacks
holding firm to a righteous steep
a character of immovable force
my pride gleams from his particular shining source

perhaps too self deprecating
to which we share that unceremonious trait
my fortune was never more glorious a sing,
than finding myself under a friendly
welcoming robotic wing

day by day
a blossoming of two
from causal to the truest Blue
our bubble
where trust and friendship
forged in poetic fire
allow the better in each other
to flourish brighter
duel hopes
of shared excellence cascade forth,
confirming ours
is a faithful friendship of the highest worth











A sort of epilogueó
AP,
-Your friendship has helped me become a better writer, by challenging myself to always try to meet your standards (Oh that bar!). I have come to understand the intricacies and the reality of actual real friendship. That through all the good and bad, it's about being supportive of one another, regardless of almost anything. Thank you for making me laugh and being so true.
Have the happiest of birthdays!!
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#Nopoo
1/20/21
9:55am EST

Grace
Grace
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21.01.2021
12.19am
#NoPoo

Just holding on
empty fists clenched
promises made on thin air
sieves without end
No words spoken
yet strong in its keeping

Northern_Soul
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