#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
Positive energy never dies
Sometimes we must put on the gloves and forget about the whys
Female Dog in mental heat keep attacking me without merit
You cannot compare a Cubic Zirconia to a diamond of ten carats
Your delicate poems of armor
Aged and hostile, weak soul of spiritual dishonor
Petty words, that has no weight here, no class
Spewed only as venomous trash
Close your blind eyes and let me take you on a journey to the powers that be
To close minded ignorance, that try to define their rendition of me or my creed
If what you see, and you think that’s it
Then open your ears and attune to this
Most do not know how to revamp the elasticity of their mind
Assume the heart tends to arrogantly boast about non-importance in the reality of time
Or could never tell the reality from fiction
Downgrading their own twisted domain of their own self-lacking moral convictions
I never listen to the mouth of an older babe
Who cannot determine her mind from her age
It takes a strong will where you lose yourself to bring God’s child down
You best believe I roar when my trumpets sound
My intellect is not to be taken as playground for riddles to atone
A child in grown folks clothing still throwing sticks and stone
Please mentally uprise
You will never be the worry of my demise
Your perceptions is half a century and halfway over
Mine is for the world in its glorious state to discover
Give hope to troubled minds as my ruling to understand hovers
Who has the blessing to get older, but never the wiser, and then berate with the compulsion to hate
You may, but I am Haitian Creole, and that has never been my place
I will always stand in the light of God’s grace
A concept most cannot understand when your perceptions of others dwell in a Hellish place
I come in peace and no falsehood riddles
I am just that simple from the end to the middle
My faith, my creed will never be demoralized
By the fate of an oppressor or by my senior who lives on bowered time, who words, age have certainly surmised
I am not here to amuse, or enthuse
If that is what you think then you are truly ignorant and you stand to be accused
My words, will always remain strong and ring true
For the wise, and yes even the malicious fools
Tyrant of another color
The more you use your brain, the more your childish antis gets duller
For your treacherous belittling words and heart of Stone
There will never be God’s glory behind a wretched throne
Therefore, leave me in peace and go on your life’s journey, alone
I refuse to waste my thoughts on a person, who calls herself a woman, yet, behaves like a damaged child
Crawl back in your hole for another day I’m sure Hell is missing there spawn from its side
Angels are up here trying to do God’s work, spread love, which to some, is showered and given from above
The democracy to scribble upon canvas such poetic words
However, unrefined feathers, such as yourself, do not make classy birds
Selah
Mon, 08/03/2021
1631 AEDST
NP#63
i ...was there
august poets
and their portals
delivering the reader
the crisp yet gentle cold
of the spring
their dousing of gouache
on the canvas of minds
'twas before the now
the time
where time itself traveled
at pace of the changing seasons
where the giggle
of a young one
echoed everytime
the verse was visited
lucky?
nope.
truly blessed
i say comes close
.
1631 AEDST
NP#63
i ...was there
august poets
and their portals
delivering the reader
the crisp yet gentle cold
of the spring
their dousing of gouache
on the canvas of minds
'twas before the now
the time
where time itself traveled
at pace of the changing seasons
where the giggle
of a young one
echoed everytime
the verse was visited
lucky?
nope.
truly blessed
i say comes close
.
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Anonymous
<< post removed >>
8.03.2021
11.12pm
#NoPoo
so here I go again
walking down memory lane
superimposed faces
playing in my mind's eye
the long winding road
that could have ended
at the end of a country lane
where hearts and souls reside
But I woke up
to a memory of when
scaring me to think
of my journey's end.
139
11.12pm
#NoPoo
so here I go again
walking down memory lane
superimposed faces
playing in my mind's eye
the long winding road
that could have ended
at the end of a country lane
where hearts and souls reside
But I woke up
to a memory of when
scaring me to think
of my journey's end.
139
the beauty of democracy
no matter how rich
or poor
you are
how big you consider
yourself to be
all voices
at the end of the day
are equal
when it comes to vote
yes you may have influence
and corruption does often
muddles it
but ask any loudmouth proponent
of any political leanings
their biggest frustration
they have only one vote
just like the mute fella
around the corner
the great equalizer
one voice
one vote
leader or follower
equal amongst all humans
sad there exist other voices too
it's called democracy
learn or not
gotta live with it.
or poor
you are
how big you consider
yourself to be
all voices
at the end of the day
are equal
when it comes to vote
yes you may have influence
and corruption does often
muddles it
but ask any loudmouth proponent
of any political leanings
their biggest frustration
they have only one vote
just like the mute fella
around the corner
the great equalizer
one voice
one vote
leader or follower
equal amongst all humans
sad there exist other voices too
it's called democracy
learn or not
gotta live with it.
Written by cold_fusion
Go To Page
Tue, 09/03/2021
1130 AEDST
NP#64
1130 AEDST
NP#64
Beheaded
Curtsy to the Queen
Talons swoops, fear not of its smoke screen
Claims of divinity in times, yet the core of the soul rings untrue
Reposed, yet empathic unto scattered brain fools
Variations found within its mental slew
Glass dynasties shatter, stepping stones under my feet I reduce
Crowns of grandeur are bestowed
Not loaned, confiscated, of elevated along a dirt road
Hail to the Queen
Beheaded, unto the supremacies of my swift validity
Remnant of once was, ashes to ashes, dust to dust of its austerity
I reign gifts of compassion, for eyes witnessed of such whispered delinquencies
Homage unto my grace, unto my Orb, my Rod, let no solitary asunder of me as I earthly please
Splendor shall come undone of inconceivable misleading glory
Serenity I shall remain standing, deposed of all others, laminating to reap from my purgatory
Sovereign reigning, therefore, shall curtsy as you stand unto your feet
Sacred lands I have once pilgrimaged we would never come to meet
Higher gravity of words by heart wondrously led
Caution expresses onto the winds, resounding words left unsaid
Darkness shrouds the wicked tongues where Angels never fear to tread
Discourteous ill-will exploiting in the galaxy it floats
Imperceptible without proper acknowledgement of its falsehood, venomously gloats
Deposed psychologically as arrogance covetously boast
Soar my love higher, for the greater good
The covenant of my ink stain seeps the melody of earth’s passion as it should
Never take an astute soul to be distorted, otiose, or misunderstood
My kingdom unto me I shall come
The heart of my spirit, philanthropically I giveth of my soul as one
Let thy will of my credence be done
These lines will never denounce the intellect of me beautifully harvesting spiritual seeds
If fate raises the sword, your cometh destiny, the day you shall bleed
Beheaded
Talons swoops, fear not of its smoke screen
Claims of divinity in times, yet the core of the soul rings untrue
Reposed, yet empathic unto scattered brain fools
Variations found within its mental slew
Glass dynasties shatter, stepping stones under my feet I reduce
Crowns of grandeur are bestowed
Not loaned, confiscated, of elevated along a dirt road
Hail to the Queen
Beheaded, unto the supremacies of my swift validity
Remnant of once was, ashes to ashes, dust to dust of its austerity
I reign gifts of compassion, for eyes witnessed of such whispered delinquencies
Homage unto my grace, unto my Orb, my Rod, let no solitary asunder of me as I earthly please
Splendor shall come undone of inconceivable misleading glory
Serenity I shall remain standing, deposed of all others, laminating to reap from my purgatory
Sovereign reigning, therefore, shall curtsy as you stand unto your feet
Sacred lands I have once pilgrimaged we would never come to meet
Higher gravity of words by heart wondrously led
Caution expresses onto the winds, resounding words left unsaid
Darkness shrouds the wicked tongues where Angels never fear to tread
Discourteous ill-will exploiting in the galaxy it floats
Imperceptible without proper acknowledgement of its falsehood, venomously gloats
Deposed psychologically as arrogance covetously boast
Soar my love higher, for the greater good
The covenant of my ink stain seeps the melody of earth’s passion as it should
Never take an astute soul to be distorted, otiose, or misunderstood
My kingdom unto me I shall come
The heart of my spirit, philanthropically I giveth of my soul as one
Let thy will of my credence be done
These lines will never denounce the intellect of me beautifully harvesting spiritual seeds
If fate raises the sword, your cometh destiny, the day you shall bleed
Beheaded
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Go To Page
NoPoo #90 (03-08/21)
tenderize.
here's
this tiny
fragile
creature
timid
shy,
no hands
could reach her
self doubt
slithers
snakes through
her brain
driving deep
those
throes
of her
truest pain
wrapped in
thine own arms
fortune settled
she remains
biting
clawing
ripping
chewing
once again
her
own doing
repetition loves
her constant force
of habit
picking at her seems
one thread
she'll grab it
insanity requires
a blind eye
to repeating
over and over
just the same
a tender soul
is bleeding
ever peculiar
she will not
be hidden
within the
dark
stars shine bright
she'll always
glisten
the sky lightens—
streak'd
of
cornflower blue
the sun
peeks out
the day....
...starts anew.
Written by Bluevelvete
Go To Page
#Nopoo 3/8/21
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/412736-how-to-approach-your-dragon/
#NoPoo [60]
2 months done 🥳
#NoPoo [60]
2 months done 🥳
