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#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

Northern_Soul
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Grace
IDryad
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24.01.2021
6pm
#NoPoo

The numbers are rising
There's chaos in their heads
they played Games of Thrones
and the grassroots are paying
buried in isolated graves

Scytheman and his minions are harvesting well


SweetKittyCat5
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Hands

Have you ever looked down at your hands
Never wavering from their true demands
A pair given to woman and man
No matter how life is treating the bearer
Writing and erasing life’s little errors
They never take off
Made to comfort a cough

Functioning as a pair
Given into the Holy Ghost both raised to the ceiling waving in the air
When we kneel, they’re ached to pray
Graceful movements in the beauty of Ballet
No credit or rewards ever given
Having these two extensions is pure living
Holding, stroking, softly caressing
Used for undressing, right hand lifted for judicial confessing, and even iron pressing

The duties of such is Pure Bliss
Even used in the mechanics to blow a sweet kiss
Ring on one hand making you a Mrs
Masterfully skilled in the throne of precision
Scalpel held by the hand from a surgeon’s incision
No time for hands to be biased in religion

For the ones who were never blessed
No need to stress
Your feet make up the absence used to your advantage at best
So, when you look down
Give love to pair that will always be around

A helpmate to wipe back the fallen teardrops
Assistance with popping fingers to the sounds of Hip Hop
Holding cleaning aids, lifting the top on pots, stirring spoons as we’re cooking
Holding binoculars for far away looking
Clapping, catcalling, a roaring cheer
The beautiful art of using hands in the absence to hear

They receive the data messages from the realm of our minds
Thank goodness they’re always working overtime
Doing everything the mind tells them to do
Such wondrous gifts so I only named a few

Clay can be dirt in the wrong hands, but clay can be art in the right hands.

Lupita Nyong'o



NoPoo #57 (01-24-21)

AspergerPoet56
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Futile Danger (NoPoo 74)

A little  
Trouble  
Quickens  
The heart  
Much faster  
 
Her lips  
Whipser  
Son
Full pouting  
Red  
 
She's trouble  
Alright  
Promising  
Everything  
With a smile
 
Curves  
Silky soft  
Skin  
Sensual
Dangerous  
 
Her  
Impact  
On senses  
Will last  
A lifetime  
 
 
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lepperochan
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Thinking 'bout Laura


she sleeps on the couch
because the pale green urn
atop the small shrine she made
haunts the bedroom

can't bring herself
to take the clothes out the wardrobe
fold them neat into a bag

I can feel the lonely from her eyes
and when she cries she is a child again
like she'd let go of mommy's  hand
in a crowd of strangers rushing around

and I'm helpless
'cept to wrap my arms around her

and I've learned not to talk
to let the tears wash her cheeks
then dry them when her body stops shaking
and she takes her head from my chest



#NoPoo

#WishIwasAt74too

#APmustBeCheating



Here's something you beautiful peeps might be into;

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/poetry/read/11755/#517094

poet Anonymous

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lepperochan
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well done, Man. and welcome

_feral
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it's
strange

watching
scars heal
from a
life

unlived.







#NooPoo1
2:00am

lepperochan
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Chapter and Verse

"If you kneel before me I will place my hands on your head and bless you to high heavens. I will shout the name of the lord, and his father until heaven itself appears around us"

-The good book of Sozĕ

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the strength of honest screaming




I hear her
she reckons
she is some kind
of self aware
efforts and energy
colliding with
too much unknown
leaves it's own holes
quiet screaming
the kind she's perfected
in an abundant
time of being bided
Oh...
and I still hear her
... of course,
it was always
it was always
nothing quiet
nothing unassumed
everything left
wasted and bruised
listening to
that
fucking
quiet scream
tearing apart my seams

now,
I bide in time
and
steady wait...

wait,

to holler out

loud.






#Nopoo
1/24/21
9:48pm EST

Grace
IDryad
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25.01.2021
5.40pm
#NoPoo

a blue blankness of everything
a single pulse going up and down
the white line...
watch
how fascinating
it flat lines
and there's chaos
in slow motion
this keeps playing
in repeats through my head
I don't wonder why

90

AspergerPoet56
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Temporary (NoPoo 75)

 No one cares
Why should they
I have no name
Here in the dark
Cradling my pain

Now haunted
By past mistakes
Body rebelling
Against all
Unhealthy excesses

Foot ulcers
Numbness
High blood pressure
Eye bleeds
Feed my depression more

Its scary
Dont want permanent
Darkness to prevail
Writing has been my saviour
Losing that will be my death

For words
Are the blood
Flowing theough me
Carrying my existence
Into poetry

Enough of me
Is falling apart
To warrant my fears
Of stressful
Dark emotional thoughts
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Northern_Soul
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