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Bluevelvete said:
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    
but 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                      






#Nopoo 3/5/21 12:54EST
pic: my own of the road around Lake Roberta

thank You for the stroll.

lepperochan
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Forgive my forgetfulness
itís been around  
since I dunno when

can I get another slice  
of feel low get high pie
or whatever her name is

.)
so, two quakes, bright meteors
and a couple of volcanos
walk into a bible

barman says
we donít serve trumpets

Ď)
ah, there you are, dear
can feel the warm of your eyes
from here



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Grace
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6.3.2021
7.05am
#NoPoo

In a lighter shade of green
Upon a grassy field
A heart is carved
On the mat of grass

heartfelt in it's simplicity
a drop in the sands of time
a sepia scene
when we read signs with hopeful hearts

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Remy_L
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disheartened

lurking in shadows
seeking solace from sorrow
hoping to rest thoughts
invitation to partake
was given but at what cost
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disheartened

lurking in shadows
seeking solace from sorrow
hoping to rest thoughts
invitation to partake
was given but at what cost
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Remy_L said:

NoPoo 9


welcome, Remy. good stuff, man

Remy_L
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Appreciate that, thanks.

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Thank You For Your  Service(NoPoo 115)

what is fair reward
one percent a big insult
just under valued

Northern_Soul
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13 years

#NoPoo [57]

*Note: Iím not linking my poem here today because I put an EC warning on it due to potentially being triggering for some. So Iím just posting the title to register my entry for number continuation purposes.

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Strange Fruit

Earth tone, the melanin jazz that sings throughout my veins    
The protective barriers when, Come By Here My Lord provided no cooling rain †  
Such a blessed skin to be, beautiful to adorn, it reproduces in so many shades † †  
From Bronze, to Honey, Brown Sugar, and the sweetest taste of marmalade † †  
†† † †
You could say I am not that dark † †  
Most will say, we all bleed the same when given our own foundational spark † †  
Yesteryears denied me my rights, my land, and my mule † † †  
That old Constitution creed and the three forth rule † †  
Are we not a presence to stand † †  
Do we not deserve the pursuit of happiness, for every, child, woman, and man † †  
† † †  
We bleed the same do we not † †  
When the last breaths are rendered, who cares who holds my hand, the color of death always leads to a burial plot † †  
Was I fair in life, manís fairer soul screams from the grave † †  
Did I give the darker man a chance to pave his own way † †  
Did I stand up for equal rights † †  
Or hide my pride behind crosses at night † †  
† † †  
Oh God, if I can only turn back the hands of time † †  
I would listen until I understand the relative theories behind all mankind † †  
No more segregating my soul † †  
I ask you to let me enter through those Pearly Gates, for my weary spirit begs to be consoled † †  
My Lord, there are so many down there just like me † †  
How do I explain to ignorance this is all we ever hope to see † †  
† † †  
Each night as we pray on our knees to believe † †  
Such a beautiful life found in the enlighten of the Alpha and the Omega, yet we deceived † †  
No diamonds, money, mansions, which has passed, it is only vague if there ever was † † †
If only I learned better to forgive and love † †  
Plagues, diseases, famine, I wish I had more time † †  
I would turn back the clock to preach the gospel from Jesusí fruitful vines † †  
† † †  
The darker man, had a future and a plan † †  
Until our ships invaded the shores of the Motherland † † †  
The Dutch, the British, Portugal, unto West Africans they accepted monetary settlements, taken, and separated placentas in vain † † †  
Deceived into labor to sow Sugarcane † †  
The Middle Passage, lost souls, revolt in the quest for freedom, escaping the stench and the brutality of pain † †  
Dark hands of the plantation we tilled † † †  
Confined among a bed of cotton, lashed, without the thought of free will † † †  
† † †  
One by one, chained, beaten, broken, now under a docile reprimand † †  
And you stand here in judgment asking to repeat your life over again † †  
Would you tear up the forefatherís scrolls, words expressed where darkness is valued a sin † †  
Black Friday, Black Plaque, Black Cat, Blackmailed and any other unsavory odds and ins † †  
Give me just one more attempt, please, I will set things right, not just, okay † †  
From the Emancipation I will revisit to the revolt of the Haitian slaves † † †  
I will scream to the mountaintops it has to be a better way † †  
Bowing down thy head in shame, the book of life, minus my name † †  
Go son with forgiveness † †  
Spread love, compassion, and this Day of Judgment, will never be your haunting reminisce † †  
† † †  
I will plant the seeds without malice or unlawful intent † †  
Blowing in the wind my salvation, my soul shall toll until this is understood without relent † † †  
The day will come for everyone to live and die with honor † †  
Not standing here and expect to stand in Godís favor as a sinful loner † †  
To eat among Gods table, in Heavenly skies † †  
I ask the question, whatís done to the dark, shall always encounter the light by-and-by † †  
† † †  
Selah
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NoPoo #88 (03-06-21)

poet Anonymous

Sun, 07/03/2021
1622 AEDST
NP#62

throw it in the bin he said

the pricks
had left their tiny holes
oh his toes
for he never had any respect
for the footwear

seers and monks
and the wannabe punks
he treated them all the same
saying something all the time
but keeping quiet
when it wasn't
what was needed

footprints
the bloody footprints
left
kept only the dogs interested
till the river ate them

and then they brought
the scalpel the ointments and
the bandages

he walked



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Bluevelvete
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an exquisite collection of understanding




the breadth of it
settled
an inhaling so deep
hope fills my nostrils

all those wishes
expand my lungs
as I find
my smile again

with each and every
organic minute
that leads us
to healing
and
a found strength

then, we both
will finally know





#Nopoo 3/6/21

AspergerPoet56
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Fate? *NoPoo 116)

prophecy of love
lay deeply inside the heart
awaiting fate to knock

Grace
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7.03.2021
11.16pm
#NoPoo

green snakes
among purple flowers
cat whiskers
nature's carpets
under oil palms
cocoa pods turning
slight magenta
blood red dragon fruits
scenes you've never seen

but meandering through them
made me think of you

136

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Said the branch to the axe

 
10,000 matches
were once a tree
and I know  
no other  
way to  
define
such
fire
.
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Bluevelvete
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the cuckoo


flying upon wings
of hollow bones
colors brandishing
in selfish feathered glory
purpose of asunder pander
in a harken of greenish purple moments

shown and shown again

till there's nothing more
no worth in tweeted calls
nothing to want
or want to see
the heavens disregard
intentions of this sour prey

dignity in hardened home
confirmation in comfort's warmth
of cherished sticks
and mossy green to blanket
proud work
of honey'd colored honesty

that pride is nay to last
as sleep gives way to infiltrate
to con and thieve
grasping at each
cherished stick and mossy heft

desperate only unto it's own
to color black feathers
in honest honey'd gold
is the plight
and it's very nature

to turn into a new bird
no dignity

just a home

#Nopoo 3/7/21





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