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Northern_Soul
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Ask her
does she
sleep here

she will answer

ripping
at her taproot
with ritual hands

counting
carefully to
ten.




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poet Anonymous

Thu, 04//03/2021
0942 AEDST
NP#61
eighteen years...is what you get

in dependent life

then bear your cross
across the minefields
of ruins
devastation
knock out blows
and a long journey
to the mirage that is
redemption

unrepentant
is the attitude
the armor to guard
the solitude

crack it and there's pungent hollows
no
there ain't no core
there never was

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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3.4.2021
7.48am
#NoPoo

the sun is bright
the beach looks inviting
but the waves are angry today
blown by incessant wind
they crash on indifferent rocks
...back to village today
missing you as always.

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AspergerPoet56
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Aching Release (NoPoo 113)

Dark sins of the flesh
Dripping upon silken sheets
Exquisite release









Bluevelvete
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...did someone say eat your vegetables?
(a senryú)




"plant based" everywhere
my burger is now veggies
hipster cred skyrocketed






#Nopoo
3/3/21(a little late)

Northern_Soul
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Fort Hope

 

I never wanted, through everything
to eradicate hope; to sever anatomy
into perfectly labelled jars, and wait
for my body and its sticky blood
to nourish nothing but stones

what I hold are nails, a hammer
spiking roots through timber,
old wood merging with skin
I build upon layer on layer
throne on throne

nights upon
endless
days.
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Grace
Grace
Idryad
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5.03.2021
6.22am
#NoPoo

grassy fields where purple flowers bloom
forests where birds warble
Owl's hoots
gentle breeze of a dawn
remind me of
a promise
an affirmation
a pledge
until I go home
to heart’s hearth

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AspergerPoet56
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Tongue (NoPoo 114)

Serpent's tongue lapping
Consuming the burning bush
Her cry heaven high


poet Anonymous

Fri, 05/03/2021
1328 AEDST
NP#62

part i

                    silver

well into the night
where shadows still fell
'pon the dry dusty streetscape
he looked up

the face on the silver pan
spoke
in its smirks and stills
as the clouds passed appearing
to scrub it
and failing

saying that which weighs
'tween his temples
will be clear
only when he stops
looking

but how can one
close lids
when what's gone inside
via the eyes
had set them apart
for good

the man on the moon
is a perpetual liar
said he
kicking dirt as he wandered
into the ruins
...





SweetKittyCat5
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Lady

Lady
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NoPoo #86 (03-04-21)

Bluevelvete
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      The tao of goodbye



... when he immediately agreed
that I didn't make him feel needed...

I knew

forced supposed non goodbye
goodbyes

now, he could start anew


as my luck
in loneliness
grew.




#Nopoo  3/4/21

SweetKittyCat5
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The Juke Joint

New Orleans Juke Joint
Bourbon Street
French Quarter  
New Orleans, Louisiana  
1934
 
  
The spin on that vibe    
Cool cat daddy Dizzy Gillespie hitting the bass on that trumpet  
The headlining jazz band spitting that electric fire  
Yeah, you feel that, fingers popping, rumps seductively swaying, hips gyrating  
   
Miles Davis dragging on his cigarette, snuffing it out under his shoe  
Lifting his trumpet, blaring out some enticing melodies  
Jazz sounds the heart can attune, the mind can submerge, the body can stir too  
The lyrics floating through that smoke-filled jazz juke joint back room  
   
Summer jasmine sweet laden air  
Losing your soul in the time, the place, the mystic feeling  
Feet striking out on the dance floor  
Hugging and two-stepping to the funky beat  
Picking your lady up, twirling her in the air, the back of her heels kissing the ceiling  
Horns blazing for that magical moment  
Hands clapping, toes tapping  
Heads swaying, hands waving carried away on the smooth melodic rhythm of the enveloping Jazz sounds  
   
Creole voices floating over the music  
Blending dialects, for a common occurrence of an evening with Jazz and Blues gifted icons  
Room standing of handsome gentlemen, drinks in hand, taking inventory    
Looking dashing in tailored made Zoot suits  
Stacy Adams shinning in the dim lighting    
Coy ladies batting veiled eyeglasses of interest waiting for the electrifying approach  
Hands intertwined  
   
Two more pairs of feet joining the crowded foray on the open dance floor  
Cab Callowly’ s deep baritone voice, popping his fingers, awaiting the right moment  
To spellbind the crowd with his snat vocal and fancy feet  
What an unforgettable night in paradise at the Juke Joint  
   
A little nostalgia of history  
That Creole soul that moves me  
Defining my inner mysteries
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Dedicated to all my undergraduates classmates.. who have been reading my musings and asking me questions during our breaks. about my writing and supporting me... as we start dividing in our field of interest. as we all band together in these last three months to get our Master's Degree.. we can do this..  I do hope you all like this.. you guys rock.. and I will miss you all come Monday...

-SKC-

Northern_Soul
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Eden

 
My body aches

from days spent
digging, painting
 
gathering weeds
& dead leaves;
raking them  
into small, neat  
piles.
 
My body aches

for I have pruned
allowing green
to burst skyward
in triumphant stars
 
and beneath  
tilled beds of soft soil  
catching falling light
if only to meet a dream
in Earth’s gentle slumber.
 
My body aches—
but it isn’t unpleasant

it is a mark of honour
I pin upon my knees
that tended old vines
intertwined
 
delighting only  
in this garden built
in my heart and soul
& mind.
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poet Anonymous

Eden

 
My body aches

from days spent
digging, painting
 
gathering weeds
& dead leaves;
raking them  
into small, neat  
piles.
 
My body aches

for I have pruned
allowing green
to burst skyward
in triumphant stars
 
and beneath  
tilled beds of soft soil  
catching falling light
if only to meet a dream
in Earth’s gentle slumber.
 
My body aches—
but it isn’t unpleasant

it is a mark of honour
I pin upon my knees
that tended old vines
intertwined
 
delighting only  
in this garden built
in my heart and soul
& mind.
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Bluevelvete
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Roberta


 
A long intentional stretch
stimulates warmth ~ loosens
Altoids, to pack a punch when needed
Last minute neck rolls
round and round  
Music queued,  
I tie my asics up just so
It's always the same route,
creature of such habit, this one  
out the battered screen door,  
down the front garden sidewalk
through the magnolia tree debris
(those damn pseudo wanna be pinecones)
a veer to the left,
pet Sammy, as he comes running up
begging just right for the treats
from my tiny legging pocket
Oh to bask in ginger kitty cuteness
then head out,  
bristling
 
"In hopes to at least maintain but perhaps get rid of a few too many gained."
 
Lake Roberta
She holds untold amounts
of my blood, sweat and tears
I'm cradled in her natural bosom
she's a sacred high priestess
the keeper of the deepest of my secrets
a sacrosanct confessional
only unto her
I gladly spill without care or hesitation
a calm languid beauty
she approaches
as my walk always starts
her way, downhill
(a hill by Florida standards, that is)
 
"Give me your most wicked and murderous"
 
Perfume wafts in the faintest hint of gardenia
mixed with a kind of pond algae bloom
Skies are overcast
Intermittent sunshine peeking in and out
thanks for small favors
to not be battered in sunstroke;
The ducks are nestled together
seems they've called a meeting
on someone's driveway, they convene
I imagine it's to bring awareness
of where they should stand motionless
for no reason, nor concern for how long
i bet they pass notes and leave each other tips
to increase the motionless longevity
especially if confronted by a moving vehicle
This behavior, I am convinced of.
 
My sweat beads and my earbuds pulse,
walking in purposeful time to the beat
a playlist of the most eclectic
yet it works perfectly in it's precision
exactly when and where I know I need
Music carries me along
when the hills get too seemingly steep
or my back or legs start to
recognize their age.
The lake whispers her comforts;
Turning towards the prominent side
where the houses are so classically pretty
and actual stone lions line
either side of this certain walkway
leading up to a white plantation style beauty
not my usual cup of tea eye catcher,
I cannot help but to peer inside
every single time I walk by-
a baby grand piano
a bichon barking
like clockwork, always
It's the monotony that's so reassuring
the lake motivates in continual wondering
accepting today's journal entry
no judgements
harsh rebukes or reprieve
she's a wondrous soothing balm
despite all my confessed atrocities
 
Winding the corner
uphill now
I marvel at one particular tree
it's exquisite in stature
with breathtaking lilac colored blossoms
unsure of it's type
I bask in true picturesque stunning
lilac colored petals litter the ground
all the way to the street and beyond
they drift in the breeze
nature's happy confetti billows
I take pictures, yet know they'll do no justice
No one's heart can remain heavy
within that celebration.

 
"With her absolution, it's forgiveness that spurs growth and a reminder of self love."
 
Trudging my way
back to my beginnings
Roberta, now lays
silently contemplating
her smooth surface of glass
reflects of bound promises
my body is tired in that best kind of exhaustion
I quietly bid her adieu
 
until tomorrow's  
newest set of confessions
 
 
 
 
 
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