Best Naked As The Day You Were Born Poems

My First Five Poems

Silhouetted against the backdrop of Central Park,
the Black Magic Woman brazenly frolicked in the dark,
"Do you know me?” she cryptically asked,
steel gray...

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And the poetess said…
“No, it is not enough….
I have not captured it…
I have not gone deep enough”…

And so she took off her outer covering
And spread...

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Looked up this morning, no clouds overhead
So happy I screamed like a banshee
What greater seduction than smelling fresh air
With the breeze caressing my gee-gee

As I...

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Having a shower is relaxing, water gently falling,
Soothing your naked body, but I nearly went sprawling,
I was staying with Ricky and Robyn his wife,
When an...

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~Naked in the Moonlight~
Sleep eludes me once more,
 I can see the new bright moon
The wind howls through the open window
The curtains billow in the...

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I'm walking it once again;
My feet have never been happier,
Being as naked as the day they were born.
Strolling now along the path to my roots;

I...

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Native American Translations

Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I will extract the thorns from your feet.
For yet a little while, we will walk...

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Generations of warmongers spew their lies
outward into the waiting abyss of greed
as the adult throng of drones 
buzz the factories and the farmlands, 
carpenter ants...

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Mayan Poetry Translations

The Receiving of the Flower
excerpt from a Mayan love poem
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Let us sing overflowing with joy
as we observe the...

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twas’ the King himself who left
Heartbreak Hotel, to die face down in a pile of
his own 
vomit

for the reaper need not hesitate at the bathroom...

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Ow! as I came to one morn,
head hurts, feels like it's torn,
naked as the day I was born,
thank god, no raging horn!

Not been out drinking,
my...

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...“I will not just kill you,”she then proclaimed,
“That is too easy, I will make you hurt!
When your dread becomes real, I will come bite one,
then...

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Forest Dawn. 


I awoke in a forest on my bed 

with fair maiden with hair of corn 

and all around were flower heads 

all colours...

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