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SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
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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 thatís 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 Godís 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 Godís 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 Godís glory behind a wretched throne
Therefore, leave me in peace and go on your lifeís 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 Iím sure Hell is missing there spawn from its side

Angels are up here trying to do Godís 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

AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
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Checkmate (NoPoo 117)

game of deception
with strategic manouvres
to capture the king


Bluevelvete
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AspergerPoet56 said:Checkmate (NoPoo 117)

game of deception
with strategic manouvres
to capture the king



👌🏻

poet Anonymous

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



.

Grace
Grace
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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08.03.2021
3.34pm
#NoPoo

slightly bruised
I picked myself off the pavement
a drop of blood
from my palm
splattered on concrete
heart-shaped
why did I think of you
...missing you


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Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
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Angel

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OsemleRit
OsemleRit
Osem
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It's Nothing

Bring forth
the condition
that ails. †
  
Nothing can be produced. †
†  
Unable to †
show battle †
wounds; fail. †
†  
Nothing can be introduced. †
†  
Smile held †
tells a †
different tale. †
†  
Nothing can be deduced.
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Though I am not new to writing, I am fairly new to sharing.  I went once to a poetry reading and I was looked at with blank stares and silence.  The 1st poem I read was not too dark, I would have called my poem showing run of the mill teenage angst.  I, luckily, had 2 poems with me and I read the 2nd poem and received some smiles and a few finger snaps.  My second poem was about God and positivity, interesting as he saved me with that poem from completely crying in tears off the spotlight that night.  That moment ruined me for a long time and it stopped me from sharing with the people whose opinions matter.  I have never felt comfortable sharing emotions and it seems like not having to wait for an instant reply or staring at face that could say something directly harsh has an appeal.  Thank you for your time.

~Osem~

For the sake of my "first" (first time doesn't count) share ever Number Poem 1.

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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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.


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poet Anonymous

It's Nothing

Bring forth
the condition
that ails. †
  
Nothing can be produced. †
†  
Unable to †
show battle †
wounds; fail. †
†  
Nothing can be introduced. †
†  
Smile held †
tells a †
different tale. †
†  
Nothing can be deduced.
Written by OsemleRit (Osem)
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OsemleRit said:

Though I am not new to writing, I am fairly new to sharing.  I went once to a poetry reading and I was looked at with blank stares and silence.  The 1st poem I read was not too dark, I would have called my poem showing run of the mill teenage angst.  I, luckily, had 2 poems with me and I read the 2nd poem and received some smiles and a few finger snaps.  My second poem was about God and positivity, interesting as he saved me with that poem from completely crying in tears off the spotlight that night.  That moment ruined me for a long time and it stopped me from sharing with the people whose opinions matter.  I have never felt comfortable sharing emotions and it seems like not having to wait for an instant reply or staring at face that could say something directly harsh has an appeal.  Thank you for your time.

~Osem~

For the sake of my "first" (first time doesn't count) share ever Number Poem 1.

Welcome Osem.
Both at DU and this journey.

Grace
Grace
Idryad
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9.03.2021
7.53am
#NoPoo

Thinking of you
when the pain hit
garden in the forest
watching you next to me
tombstone, a mark,
essences in the wind
gentle coalition
no word spoken, just rest


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SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
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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 earthís 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
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Bluevelvete
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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 lightensó
streak'd † †
of †  
cornflower blue † †
† †  
the sun † †
peeks out † †

the day....
...starts anew. † †
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#Nopoo 3/8/21

AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 118) Reflecting


reflecting doubts in
dark constricting theories
distract what love is

Northern_Soul
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
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How to approach your dragon

 
 
if sheís
listening to  
Rammstein
 
run.
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#NoPoo [60]

2 months done 🥳

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