#NoPoo for Gabriel Book two -Invictus-
201
24.05.2021
6.40pm
#NoPoo
What Time is It
and then the pain and aches come
o look the autumn years have arrived
the chill of the morning air
hurts more the bones
than invigorate the lungs
laughing turned to smiles
crying dried up tears
winter is coming
the cold air
leaves falling like confetti
closed eyes inspire dreams
taste buds gone
wine's a whisper
of dead spring
are you ready says Jack Frost
peering through his hood
what time is it...exactly
the mound of blanket
croaks.
(an old write about growing old, winter came too early, Soul)
24.05.2021
6.40pm
#NoPoo
What Time is It
and then the pain and aches come
o look the autumn years have arrived
the chill of the morning air
hurts more the bones
than invigorate the lungs
laughing turned to smiles
crying dried up tears
winter is coming
the cold air
leaves falling like confetti
closed eyes inspire dreams
taste buds gone
wine's a whisper
of dead spring
are you ready says Jack Frost
peering through his hood
what time is it...exactly
the mound of blanket
croaks.
(an old write about growing old, winter came too early, Soul)
Anonymous
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(NoPoo 195) If
If I desired
To kiss every inch of skin
Exploring
Discovery every
Every part
That turns you on
Would you succumb
To my wanting
Sensually owning you
In seeking
To give you such orgasms
With my tongue
Head buried
In secret places
Inhaling you
Literally quenching
My ravenous thirst
From your cup
If I desired
To kiss every inch of skin
Exploring
Discovery every
Every part
That turns you on
Would you succumb
To my wanting
Sensually owning you
In seeking
To give you such orgasms
With my tongue
Head buried
In secret places
Inhaling you
Literally quenching
My ravenous thirst
From your cup
202
25.05.2021
11am
#NoPoo
Autumn's Memory
Fall arrived in full glory
we spoke of cords of wood
far winter would enter
in its majestic indifference
we talked about what it covered,
what it smothered
the dryads sat
under the shadows of the grooves
until the last day of fall
then they too would repose
but you left first to the glade
where memories were dancing dusts
between autumn and winter
hot tears between scars seeped.
25.05.2021
11am
#NoPoo
Autumn's Memory
Fall arrived in full glory
we spoke of cords of wood
far winter would enter
in its majestic indifference
we talked about what it covered,
what it smothered
the dryads sat
under the shadows of the grooves
until the last day of fall
then they too would repose
but you left first to the glade
where memories were dancing dusts
between autumn and winter
hot tears between scars seeped.
to be oceanside
To be of mist and vapor
Tis the breadth
of bluest splendour
spanning wave
after constant wave
that poignant crush
against heated skin
salty cool sprays
where seawater meets shore
splashes of memory
imbued in sandy nostalgia
a mind's perfection
in found treasure
collected in seashell'd souvenirs
crystallized reminders
of joyous laughter
mixed with squawking 'gulls
while sunshine's rays
perfuse to colour
causing a glow—
tanned to crimson
highlighting moods and hearts
by shore swept breezes
soothing aches abate
with each and every breath
from cleansed lungs
a life's resuscitation
by a hint of ocean magic
that washes ashore
buoyant optimism
to this water's edge
#Nopoo (193)
To be of mist and vapor
Tis the breadth
of bluest splendour
spanning wave
after constant wave
that poignant crush
against heated skin
salty cool sprays
where seawater meets shore
splashes of memory
imbued in sandy nostalgia
a mind's perfection
in found treasure
collected in seashell'd souvenirs
crystallized reminders
of joyous laughter
mixed with squawking 'gulls
while sunshine's rays
perfuse to colour
causing a glow—
tanned to crimson
highlighting moods and hearts
by shore swept breezes
soothing aches abate
with each and every breath
from cleansed lungs
a life's resuscitation
by a hint of ocean magic
that washes ashore
buoyant optimism
to this water's edge
#Nopoo (193)
70% perfection = 100% joy
sweet, this darkness tastes
felicity of pure bliss
upon favoured tongue
Written by Bluevelvete
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#Nopoo (#194)
(NoPoo 196) Recite
Lend me your ear
Will whisper my hot breaths
Close to you
Reciting my words
So they slowly
Pout into your soul
Creating that burning
You can’t control
Lose yourself in my voice
As I fully penetrate you
With poetry
Lend me your ear
Will whisper my hot breaths
Close to you
Reciting my words
So they slowly
Pout into your soul
Creating that burning
You can’t control
Lose yourself in my voice
As I fully penetrate you
With poetry
Anonymous
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(NoPoo 197) A Head Above Water
Imposed restrictions
A way of life
When diagnosed
Became leper like
Overnight
Changed perspective
Momentarily clarified
Genetic mutation
Newly discovered
In plain sight
Understanding
Not exchanged
No robust system
Help always lacking
Adults left floundering
Society misfit
Social skill
Minimalist
Misunderstood
Slated as rude
Still surviving
Treading water
Slightly drowning
While connecting
With the human sea
Unique word count 56
Total word count 56
Imposed restrictions
A way of life
When diagnosed
Became leper like
Overnight
Changed perspective
Momentarily clarified
Genetic mutation
Newly discovered
In plain sight
Understanding
Not exchanged
No robust system
Help always lacking
Adults left floundering
Society misfit
Social skill
Minimalist
Misunderstood
Slated as rude
Still surviving
Treading water
Slightly drowning
While connecting
With the human sea
Unique word count 56
Total word count 56
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26.05.2021......................................
NP#87
it was just about time when
they pulled the plug
nearly there
was never good enough
still there is room
for congratulations
on not being dead
make the most
is supposedly
not
what it's all about
it was all going to be
a waste of everything anyways
...
26.05.2021......................................
NP#87
it was just about time when
they pulled the plug
nearly there
was never good enough
still there is room
for congratulations
on not being dead
make the most
is supposedly
not
what it's all about
it was all going to be
a waste of everything anyways
...
203
26.05.2021
10.04am
#NoPoo
Passing
a dream
a vision
at the lake he walked into the shallows
walked on to the deepest
disappeared
I watched in great dismay
a swift passing
no struggles against bubbles
a single drip
from tubes into limp hand
pale as alabaster
an accompanying tear
from closed eyes
and then no more.
26.05.2021
10.04am
#NoPoo
Passing
a dream
a vision
at the lake he walked into the shallows
walked on to the deepest
disappeared
I watched in great dismay
a swift passing
no struggles against bubbles
a single drip
from tubes into limp hand
pale as alabaster
an accompanying tear
from closed eyes
and then no more.
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
