Best Au Naturel(P) Poems

Descending stairs in ballerina pink
     her naked toes now tentatively sink
         into the...

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Wood, naked to sky
Its pale shaft rising...breath caught
she takes it all in.


Written for "Natural/Nature Sexy Haiku" contest
November 9, 2012
by "Rebel Sun"...

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The video is intrinsic to the setting of the scene. The vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to...

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There’s endless miles of golden sandy beaches
Sparkling aqua waters as far as the eye can see
Gods and Goddesses frolic au naturel down under
Here’s where Heaven...

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I'm off on the beaten path
with Little Rosey in my grasp

There's palm fronds like a giant clock,
twenty hands instead of two
And there's the honeysuckle bush
that...

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Unyielding stone, the furniture
au naturel, no dress lace tablecloth
concealing ants scavenging our picnic lunch. Loathe
are we to flick them while they steal our cheese and...

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A star awoken, of dreams freely spoken 
All equipped – musicianship 
Unbound to conventional forms, to so adorn
A woman’s worth
Au naturel
Transcendence of thought, unveiled soul
Of...

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Down the stairs turned chiseled rocky steps
the bare beauty cascades like an ebullient rapid
raw grace of Eve glistens on the satin skin
tinged with the hues...

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"Skinwalker"


That one’s mind 
is like a scene from Chagall
dreams flow like blood bleeds
across the cortex page curtain call
an audience with the silent speakeasy 
cerebellum with...

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A delusory pleasure bristled the solitary abator 
And the dusky night rides down the sky
An ethereal beauty demoed with her au naturel demeanor
The solitary abator...

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The stories I could tell and having told
of trials which would led thee upon a well worn path
within the skin and to the core the...

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When limbs of Montmartre tint the glow
chemise de nuit falls to the ground,
belle de jour, come moan a pale sound
through alleys winding lamp light’s flow.
Her...

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In such a whimsical action 
a half-asleep routine 
shaped disrobed and left stark naked
this vehicle, this housing, a shell
scarred skin, greying hair, bones, muscle 
and...

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Curried crawfish tails hors d'oeuvre
Moules mariniere
Fresh oysters au naturel
Some shrimp canapes
and lobster croquettes
Out fishing
Huh !...

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No medication


No more medication, no more sedatives.
No more manufactured state of bliss, 
Is needed here for I have found my peace.


If all you bring is...

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