#NoPoo   for Gabriel   Book two  -Invictus-

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310
11.11.2021
10.08pm
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Prayers

when we started
this was like a chain
of prayers
not to be broken
bringing you back
out if your slumber

For me
at least
it was a drum beating
in tune to my heart beat
wake up wake up

each day a rose
in my message
wake up wake up
sometimes it beats
too loud for tears

at this time
at this hour
I reached out
to one who loves you
clutching virtual hands
wake up ...enough sleeping pal


selfish yes for I knew your pain
holding on to your tired soul
but you knew didn't you
you were ready to cross the bridge
join loved ones beyond the glade

Yes...on this day
a year ago
this chain  came to being
for you to read
when you wake up

I miss you, Soul. I don't think this will go away anytime soon. Surf the skies, angel.

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/434684-on-fairytales-fierce-hearts/

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AspergerPoet56 said:
(NoPoo 365) The Gift

sensual
ritual
of it
makes it
so hard
to resist

the way
he slowly
dresses you
whispering
how you
will taken

stimulated
mind
on fire
with the
imagery
placed

tasting
the glistening
dew on finger
he loves
your offering
to him





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achievement beyond words Colin!!
hats off dear poet!!!!!

311
12.11.2021
10.53am
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Drip

it's like a slow drip of water
into an empty bucket
like a spider
bashing itself to death
on bamboo walls

the sound
the countdown
it grows louder
I want to turn away
from the impending
explosion

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/434746-aurora/

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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/434891-osteomancy/

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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/434965-of-the-barren-the-wild/

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312
15.11 2021
5.21am
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Breathless

a distant church bell
rings incessantly
in my mind
and I see the dark moor
brooding under a silver moon
memories not mine
but one under an occidental sky

a dark figure appears
in the horizon
silhouette against light skies
I feel acute fear

and jerked awake on my bed...

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/435119-how-to-be-vulnerable/

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313
17.11.2021
3.26am
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Fear

Dear Soul,
heart speaks

dawn here
sandman wasn't kind
thinking of your evenings
in my mornings
the shared coffee
thousands of miles apart

imagined life lived together
the wheelbarrow from the garden
filled with fruits and flowers
and I completing my book
honey sometimes it feels so real we must have lived that before
tears and smiles mingled it was after the chemo, dear

so we spoke about
walking in the woods
picking flowers
or wading on the brooks
feeling the lichen under our feet

autumn leaves
cascades of them
and the blazing colours
of light through the tree canopies
shining into the window

playing the guitar
making it wail
and your fingers hurt

laundry and laughter at balled socks
new shoes for the winter
your much-loved leather jacket
and new jeans
it was a December then

feeding the ducks
and watching them cross the road
burying a friend
and photos of other friends
visiting you at home

losing photographs in a storm when a tree fell on your house
going to the grocers
payday

poems ...yours were cryptic I said
and you thought I wrote better...
I beg to differ
collaborations...star struck lovers as Hero and Leander...
Romeo and Juliet
World War Two soldier
you marched to Batangas

We spoke of me fading away
in your companionable arms
I've a feeling I'm not long for this world...we'll fade together

I laughed then
you're still young, archangel
no answering laughter

you know what
our second book is completed, dear
while you meandered in the lights
I'd like you to read this book too
but you don't have your glasses

there's nothing in the wheelbarrow, though
you left our garden untended

I'm hoping to see you walking up the road
with a smile in your face
and a bounce on your steps

I Fear
tomorrow
the day you left
a year ago

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/435203-to-develop-the-artist-needs-total/

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314
17.11.2021
7.01pm
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[b]Hands

Dear Soul,
Heart speaks.

today a year ago ...the clock was ticking
mocking sounds
tick tock giggle snigger
to my ears
and I matched it
with my chant
wake up wake up

writing vigorously
tapping keyboard
like a crazed pianist
telling myself
if I wrote fast enough
scytheman night pause to read
and let you up again
and the chain of poems
would be a garland
to welcome you back

you chose to wander though
further and further away
from your flawed scabbard

virtual roses filled the screen of your phone
but there was no response
you were on your journey
where everyone travelled alone

and I  held
bleeding hands
not stigmata
just the thorn of a rose pricking my palms
as I clutched it
in apprehension

where'd you go Soul
were you watching us
did you come and read
what we wrote for you

my heart was ticking
with the inane clock
a time bomb
ready to explode