Best Naked As The Day You Were Born As 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 eyes peering from behind a gruesome mask.
Agitated and running out of patience and time,
she ranted and raved looking anything but...

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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 it on the ground
The breeze danced in her hair
The sun kissed the nape of her neck
As she looked down…
Trying to...

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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 stand here naked as the day I was born
Only one thing has entered my psyche
Put on some clothes, you silly...

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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 life's sunlit paths together.
I will love you like my own brother, my own blood.
When you are disconsolate, I will wipe...

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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 incident the most embarrassing in my life, 
Took and shook away all my feminine power,
All because I nearly slipped and...

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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 room.
 
Silently I creep downstairs
I bathe in the bright moonlight
It’s strange for such bad weather
The stars still twinkle every night.

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 reach up and grasp a lonely willow branch,
Oh how it reminds me of when I wasn't.
Of when one just like...

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Mayan Poetry Translations

The Receiving of the Flower
excerpt from an ancient Mayan love poem
translation by Michael R. Burch

Let us sing overflowing with joy
as we observe the Receiving of the Flower.
The lovely maidens beam;
their hearts leap in their breasts.

Why?

Because they will soon yield their virginity to the...

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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 wasting the bounty of mother earth.

And we ..children of the flower children screamed
“Hell NO we won’t go!”
We burnt draft cards...

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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 door

twas’ Lenny whose ha-ha’s did stop the night he 
filled his veins up to the brim, naked, alone &
40 years...

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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 membrane thinks it's shrinking,
hurts, just even thinking,
wincing, can't stop blinking!

She said I jolted and shuddered,
wheezily I coughed and spluttered,
gibberish was...

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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 leave you ’till the change has done it’s work.

“And when the hunger has become too great,
you will look to the...

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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 bright oranges and violets to adorn 

the maiden awoke and on flowers she tread

and as naked as the day she...

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 Should my masquerade mask fall
Conscious suppression exposed,
Naked as the day I was born
Thrust into life's Mardi Gras...

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The Midnight Visitor. 

(A lone voice whispers)

I stood over her luscious form
Bathed by the cool glare of the Crying moon as 

The Ancient Mother pretended to sleep but watched as she slept

Listened to her slow breathing and

Watched her twin mountains
Rise and fall underneath her white...

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