#NoPoo for Gabriel Book two -Invictus-
Welcome
let me explain #NoPoo:
there are no rules.
we invite members to post a string of poetries: 5, 10, 20, 50 and upwards. there are poets who’ve managed over 180 heading to a goal of 365. much respect there, peoples
post as you please here. Book one attracted 41k views plus and it’s upwards of 1400 posts.
anyhow, I’d love to see a bit more of his guitar work if anyone has any
thank you, you are all beautiful peoples
let me explain #NoPoo:
there are no rules.
we invite members to post a string of poetries: 5, 10, 20, 50 and upwards. there are poets who’ve managed over 180 heading to a goal of 365. much respect there, peoples
post as you please here. Book one attracted 41k views plus and it’s upwards of 1400 posts.
anyhow, I’d love to see a bit more of his guitar work if anyone has any
thank you, you are all beautiful peoples
Dreams And Fallen Leaves
I sauntered in the old place
Looking about for that familiar
Thrice I had screamed
"I AM HERE,PLEASE DONT TEASE"
wind whistled through the old windows
Dust despair
filling this old soul
Drops from the cherry tree
pound the roof
Echoes of Her
reverberate
living proof
"Whatchya doing buddy,write anything new?"
"Sure did Mum,something for You"
Silent those strings
no
no songs heard here
Just my shuffle and the flowing tear
Still
the images
Remembering lineage
I am the ghost in the hall
Watching leaves
Their color
Her color
the hue
Spirit of love
the one giving me
view
Where was She
this house
these rooms
Cannot stay
Turning around to make escape
I stopped
knowing exactly what She'd say
"with you always,this you know"
"You are of my skin,carry my glow"
"Magic stays even with You"
"Footsteps,in snow"
"your colors within"
"Touches ,the visiting kin"
"The amble of your carry"
"To loves that are very"
"The way You go on"
"The perpetual Mothers son"
Knowing that and making my leave
I walk out the door spoke to trees
I am that
because
She
Waking, being
living and dream
Looking about for that familiar
Thrice I had screamed
"I AM HERE,PLEASE DONT TEASE"
wind whistled through the old windows
Dust despair
filling this old soul
Drops from the cherry tree
pound the roof
Echoes of Her
reverberate
living proof
"Whatchya doing buddy,write anything new?"
"Sure did Mum,something for You"
Silent those strings
no
no songs heard here
Just my shuffle and the flowing tear
Still
the images
Remembering lineage
I am the ghost in the hall
Watching leaves
Their color
Her color
the hue
Spirit of love
the one giving me
view
Where was She
this house
these rooms
Cannot stay
Turning around to make escape
I stopped
knowing exactly what She'd say
"with you always,this you know"
"You are of my skin,carry my glow"
"Magic stays even with You"
"Footsteps,in snow"
"your colors within"
"Touches ,the visiting kin"
"The amble of your carry"
"To loves that are very"
"The way You go on"
"The perpetual Mothers son"
Knowing that and making my leave
I walk out the door spoke to trees
I am that
because
She
Waking, being
living and dream
Written by souladareatease
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18.5.2021
4.11pm
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Shadows of Rebirth
Vice like grip of shadowy vines
curl around my weeping soul
holding me back from rites
to soothe and console
this mourning spirit
for they spirited away, my beloved
On the banks of the eternal river
Clad in white, billowing in the wind
On the wrong side of forever
Eyes feasting on what might have been
and the fogs close and cover
The third eye now gone
I wait, my beloved
to live this life
through, and wait
for the breath
of you
to again grace
my embrace
Come, beloved stranger.
(an old write-rededication)
18.5.2021
4.11pm
#NoPoo2
Shadows of Rebirth
Vice like grip of shadowy vines
curl around my weeping soul
holding me back from rites
to soothe and console
this mourning spirit
for they spirited away, my beloved
On the banks of the eternal river
Clad in white, billowing in the wind
On the wrong side of forever
Eyes feasting on what might have been
and the fogs close and cover
The third eye now gone
I wait, my beloved
to live this life
through, and wait
for the breath
of you
to again grace
my embrace
Come, beloved stranger.
(an old write-rededication)
Anonymous
Grace said:Celebrating Soul.
Beautiful. I did find this photo in amongst my emails today. Been looking through it all laughing, smiling, crying. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I shared it.
Gabe was just one of those people that could calm me down. And I don’t know if people have noticed... but I’m kind of a freight train most of the time
But he had a way about him where he could take me right down a few levels and talk about things methodically. And that was his superpower. And I miss that terribly. And that was the entire basis of our friendship. This back and forth of good days and bad days between us. And just like Eamonn said, if I show half the strength he did when faced with that illness, then that’s all I could hope for.
I don’t think I’d of pulled myself through that period of recovery without him. And between 2 friends, I will always be thankful to him for that.
I’ll stop now. Just needed to vent that on the six month. ☀️
the unknowing of loneliness.
i am but a single rose
my thorns plague
up and down my spine
constant scarring,
twist and curve
into a dangerous beauty
when closely a look,
to laugh
of such
devious petals
that serve
as secret conceal
'Tis you
and me
and ours—
Yes,
ours
is mutual sunshine
mixed of an earthly divine
sparking and igniting
a lonely vine
as together with you,
now two
only. for. you.
i shall climb,
with petals extended
my unfurled reaching out
to such heavens high
and softy,
so very softy
a very unlikely two,
unusual
and new to bloom
in wonderment-
O' how the wonderment
of all we knew to be true,
combine in new warmth
of perpetual sunshine
and now,
in all purpose apparent
we are but two roses
united and always.
Written by Bluevelvete
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I went back and reread the entire #Nopoo book one and relished in all the absolutely marvelous art, poetry and staggering emotional offerings. The talent within those pages slays me and it is my honour and privilege to be partaker in, in a wee small way. Eamonn wrote a post shortly after Soul's passing that asked of anyone reading to maybe celebrate life some, in general.... this poem is a rededication to that sentiment that I was inspired by then and again now.
{Dear Soul, thank you for helping me find (and continue to find) my poetic voice in such a moving and profound way.....<3 }
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it's about the aftermath
Twisted, is this web
where fear becomes of comfort
and faith masquerades in solid
Unnoticed with eyes sewn shut
as avoidance hugs it's arms
enshrouding my shriveled husk
with embarrassing procrastination
A better person
hears "for shame" ringing
while naked and unafraid
Where 'shut in by force'
morphs into a very willing imprisonment
Yet I just oblivious bask
in the complacency
of my delusional own doing
I pile on top of metaphorical pile
the security of aloneness, routine
birthing an emotional hoarder,
where locked in safety
becomes silent acceptance
while I...
quietly slip through the cracks
#Nopoo (for yesterday) #188
Twisted, is this web
where fear becomes of comfort
and faith masquerades in solid
Unnoticed with eyes sewn shut
as avoidance hugs it's arms
enshrouding my shriveled husk
with embarrassing procrastination
A better person
hears "for shame" ringing
while naked and unafraid
Where 'shut in by force'
morphs into a very willing imprisonment
Yet I just oblivious bask
in the complacency
of my delusional own doing
I pile on top of metaphorical pile
the security of aloneness, routine
birthing an emotional hoarder,
where locked in safety
becomes silent acceptance
while I...
quietly slip through the cracks
#Nopoo (for yesterday) #188
(NoPoo 189) My Declaration Of Love
The longing
To reveal this secret
Has been building
Your eyes sparkle
Twinkling
Like Christmas lights
Want to wrap you
In tinsel
Under mistletoe
Declare my unworthy love
In desperate hope
For a sweet kiss
No fancy present
Nor flowers
Just my tattered heart
The longing
To reveal this secret
Has been building
Your eyes sparkle
Twinkling
Like Christmas lights
Want to wrap you
In tinsel
Under mistletoe
Declare my unworthy love
In desperate hope
For a sweet kiss
No fancy present
Nor flowers
Just my tattered heart
195
20.5.2021
3.39am
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Thoughts
I wanted to look at the night
I wanted to take my first and only flight
I thought of the nothingness I'd leave
I thought of having nothing to bring
zero to naught
and you were elsewhere
...but I heard my name
called by another voice
for you ...
I seek heaven
20.5.2021
3.39am
#NoPoo
Thoughts
I wanted to look at the night
I wanted to take my first and only flight
I thought of the nothingness I'd leave
I thought of having nothing to bring
zero to naught
and you were elsewhere
...but I heard my name
called by another voice
for you ...
I seek heaven
Blushing Basics 101
my chest tightly aches
arms and legs weaken
mind blanks,
numbed into a stupor
mouth goes impossibly dry
as my tongue
is surely covered
in every single grain of sand
(ever)
skin burns to temperatures uncharted
and moistens in brutal flop sweat
from head to toe
lungs refuse to obey
their function of automatic
eyesight flashes a warning
a prompt to try and recover
to garner control
forcing a betraying body
back to a human color
in hopes no one caught it
#Nopoo (#189)
