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Bluevelvete
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deep steady pull

relaxing slowly
deep breath in
an exhale out with purpose
closed eyes
Avett brothers singing
and a deep steady pull
holding briefly
exhale with a smile
a comfort spreading
of a mind not spinning
perhaps another....




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1/27/21
11:26pm EST

Northern_Soul
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Ode To Tinder

 
I was saying to my Husband  
just the other lockdown day  
I wonder what would’ve happened  
if we hadn't met this way  

what if we'd made Tinder profiles  
described ourselves as fun,  
liking evenings out with mates  
and frequent holidays in the sun  
 
what if we nervously shifted  
on the bar stool where we met  
as you lured me like a fisherman  
with a massive dating net  
 
we'd of swiped right based on photos—  
I'd of looked like a delicate petal,  
even though behind the screen  
I'm into scary German metal  
 
and you'd of been well-groomed  
a beard well manicured in place,  
hiding the blank expression  
that sometimes sits upon your face.  
 
We wouldn’t write we're into game shows  
or watching 'The Chase' over dinner  
or the fact we're damn competitive  
because there can only be one winner  
 
or worn pyjamas up to bed,  
found Sundays cold and boring,  
we'd of never said we'd get irked  
with the other person’s snoring.  
 
I'm really not sure Tinder  
would have ever been for me,  
it seems like a lot of effort  
to big yourself up to a T  
 
and yes I can use a filter  
on my jazzed up profile image,  
but I like fucking tea and cake  
not juiced up kale and spinach  
 
I'm glad we met in real life,  
held hands in a real room;  
just another grumpy atheist  
and a witch astride her broom.
 
 
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AspergerPoet56
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Stay (NoPoo 78)

Stay in my arms
Melt further into me
Let me feel your warmth
Your beating heart against my skin
One more second one more minute
One more hour

Please stay here in this moment
Make this hug
This tender embrace last
So I can indulge in the luxury of you
The beauty of your smell
As I inhale you time and again

 I cannot get my fill of you
Of that sweetest of natural aromas
Give me one more minute to dream
To place this memory of us
Deep in my soul
Lock it in my heart

Put this feeling in my senses
So that I may never forget
The sensation of us locked together
Skin to skin
Lips to lips
It is what love is

A true physical expression
When worlds collide
In the extremity of love’s passion
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SweetKittyCat5
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An Angel’s Heart In Exile Chapter One Of Chapter Five

Chapter One out of Chapter Five
Heaven B.C
Pearly Gates Avenue

 
“Come and sit down dear and tell your mother what ails the heart of my beautiful Angel daughter.”
“Earth dilemma, mother.”
“Again, and if this is so, no more visits will be granted to earth.”
“I’m sorry, mother, but this is different than the rest; saving a lost soul was not my required mission.”
“That will always be an Angel’s mission.”
“Mother, if you could only hear his harp; he plays the most gifted music for earthly souls’ ears to hear.”
“Is it Archangel Michael who has captured your heart, again.”
“No, a handsome earthling who tantalizes the comforts of my wings mother.”
“I see.”
“Is it the heart, the mind, this…this earthling has captured?”
“Unfortunately, mother, both, and I do not know how to get them back.”
“May this be the reason you continue to return to this humble abode.”
“Mother it’s so different down there. People do not see the beauty or the necessity to love but find so many motives to hate.”
“Dear child you are an Angel, breath given from God’s nostrils himself. You do not stray in an earthly situation, you must make it better for all souls involved.”
“Mother, I’ve tried on numerous occasions. Earthlings do not unlock the spiritual powers of their minds, they keep it hidden in clouds of darkness and gloom, then once it cries to be free, the heart does not permit it.”
“I see you have learned quite well from the immoral intentions of earthlings, and they do not understand why Angels must roam unaware.”
“Well mother, this one earthling…you would love him. He’s tall, handsome…hum, let me see here, oh, he plays his harp for me.”
“Is it Orion, Cupid.”
“No mother, he’s a charismatic earthling.”
“Oh, dear me, you did say that, please continue.”
“I do not think this earthling is ready for an Angel such as me, and the true devotion of my giving being.”
“Since Angels cannot love in the physical sense, they…. Oh, dear God, wait, those Fairy friends of yours did not offer their Pixie Dust to you, did they.”
“Ah…unfortunately yes, mother. I know it was in poor judgment.”
“Child you were forwarded of mixing the faith of your essence with Fairy’s Pixie Dust; it distorts the cognizance senses of an Angel, making one thinks she is human. Whereas, you will begin to feel with your mind and harbor such emotions within your heart.”
“I’m sorry, mother. I did not know the effects will last this long, my Fairy friends and I were just having a girl’s night out.”
“You must be punished, no more earthly visits for a month.”
“A month? How will…how will my earthling hear my heavenly serenades?”
“He won’t. A month, and you are asking for two, if I hear anything other than silence.”
“Yes mother.”
“I need to speak with our Heavenly Father about this; this revelation could have dire consequences.”
“But mother…”
“Shh, you have caused enough discord by falling for an earthling…and according to you, who plays a harp.”
“Oh yes mother, the most beautiful and spellbinding lyrics any Angel and an earthling could lose their heart in.”
“Well if this spell cannot be broken, you will be condemned to that earthling, and lose your Angel wings.”
“Seriously, I cannot be earthbound to be saved by an earthling to get my wings, again.”
Umm, lucky for me the first handsome earthling who saved me, is the one I am trying to hide from.
 
To Be Continued
 
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Grace
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28.01.2021
11.06pm
#NoPoo

Alone
thinking
did you ever see
the wan moonlight shining
on the grass
lending a greener hue to it's colour
did you ever hear the soothing sound of a drizzle on the roof
did you ever go to sleep with the soft lullaby of your lady's breath
wan moon tonight
Hecate's domain
and I think of you

Grace
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29.01.2021
9.48am
#NoPoo

Now you're so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of you will stay.- Enya

I'm shredded by thorns
trying to walk
through brambles to the outside...
from that peaceful glade

Bluevelvete
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Matador

can you hear the music?
the incessant beating
it's deliciously permeating
causing a shimmy and shake
hips to sway in quake
drums pounding louder, now
sweaty rhythms grind and flow
vibrations of the bass, whistle and horns grow
dancing of abandon with zero inhibitions
Matador rings out clear
amongst the aura of talented musicians







Los Fabulosos Cadillacs
Matador
https://youtu.be/pjPA7CXutDw
(I just fucking love this song)
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Northern_Soul
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One foot in front of the other

  
 
the lake
unwound slowly  
around dawn’s    
slow clockwork    
   
clumps of bulrushes
had burst from their pods
over the damp pathway;  
cotton draped over  
shining concrete  
   
couldn’t describe  
how I felt until    
then  
   
fear was erupting  
in my chest  
& all that was left  
was tumbling clouds—  
   
allow me  
to roll over  
in silence  
   
   
   
let me go.
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AspergerPoet56
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Liberated (NoPoo 79)

liberated souls
sweetly tasting euphoria
vibrant hearts alive
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An Angel’s Heart In Exile Chaper II of Chapter V

Chapter II out of Chapter V  
Heaven B.C  
Pearly Gates Avenue  
The Next Day
 

“Ooh, I dislike being an Angel at times. Mother how can I convince an earthling to love me in three days, minus one day, it’s impossible. It took Archangel Michael, centuries to even consider asking you and father’s permission to converse with me. Mother, I need more time, please.”  
“Well, what did this earthling have to say when you visited him as he slept.”  
“Something about home, I can’t read his mind mother; he’s a very complex individual. When I’m on earth, his thoughts radiates through me so sensually, seductively, memorizing, when I’m up here, our thoughts are attuned, however, with a haze. Oh God help me, please.”  
“It appears, he has; he’s given you three days.”  
“Mother, you are the Superior Angel, and father sits on the right hand of God, can’t you two pull your powers to be.”
“Your father, and I have already convinced God to give you the three days. If we did not plead on your behalf; you dear child will be earthbound as we speak.”  
“Ooh, this is so unfair.”  
“Have you…how should I say this, you may want to cover your ears. Have you visited this earthling’s bed?”  
“Mother!”  
“I do know those earthlings have a craving for soft Angel flesh, our wings are highly addictive within itself. However, do you think I met your father when he was a mortal man.”  
“Mother, this is my dilemma, remember.”  
“I’m sorry dear. Now have you visited his bed.”  
“With love and hugs, kisses and rubs. I laid on his chest, talked about life, and mother his heartbeat was in union with mine. I can’t believe all this originated from enjoying Fairy’s Pixie Dust.”  
“Yes, this is the consequences for tempting the scales of fate. Now as the princess of a Superior Angel, I suggest you think of a way to seduce, bed, or lure this earthling, or you will have more problems imaginable. Once you are earthbound trying to befriend someone to return your Angel’s wings to you, may cause you hardship; if you do not know, there’s a clause, you may not return to this earthling, who I can only assume rescued you the last time.”  
“Bu…but how did you know.”  
“Archangel Michael.”  
“Archangel Michael, what does he have to do with this.”  
“Do you really think your father would allow you to roam that hellish place, unchaperoned.”  
“Wait, you mean all this time Archangel Michael has been shadowing me.”  
“You can say that.”  
“And, I was never told, wow isn’t this revelation day.”  
“Watch your tone young lady.”  
“I’m sorry mother. Then who is Archangel Michael on earth.”  
“All, I hear him mumble once he reports to Angel Council is about foosball and cereal.”  
“Football, cereal, this is just getting interesting by the minute.”  
“Am I interrupting.”  
“No Michael, my daughter and I were just discussing what troubles her heart.”  
“Hi Michael.”  
“Hello beautiful.”  
“I would leave you two alone.”  
“So, what’s heaven’s prettiest Angel, doing this evening.”  
“Earth mission.”  
“Again, I mean, earth work?”  
 “Handsome, you want to tell me why I was never informed by you, you were on earth as I was.”  
“I do not know what you’re speaking in reference too.”  
“I think one of the ten commandments is, thou should not bear false witness.”  
“I was commissioned by your father.”  
“In your earthly form, who are you; I do not want to cross paths with you.”  
“We already have.”  
 
To Be Continued  
 
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NoPoo #62 (01-29-21)

Bluevelvete
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waiting,    
here.




there's hints of you
maybe it's
static electricity
or a current
running through a wire

heated
infused
and in ready

a feeling
or premonition
still things to do
say
more
needed lessons

cold gathers
to stare
at these
harsh tatters

waiting for you...
i'm far from done

waiting,
as I still feel
there's hints of you


here.








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Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
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Synopsis Of A Book, Unfinished

 
and when
the day comes
that I hold poems
for those long gone

your lights
will come
back home
to mine


shine on



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