Best Naturebody Poems
On a grassy bank beside a trickling stream
I view her ebony locks of which I've dreamed
Naked she is bathing in translucent crystal clear
As I long for her shapes to shadow me near
This short distance between us in natures surround
For soon we will be in clinch on her sacred ground
Whilst all around there are sounds of wildlife lush
It leaves you in marvel as it quietens to a hush
I turn my head in this most dreamy of place
As I capture her beauty that nature has graced
The cooling waters from the pure running stream
Cascades down her body this fluid supreme
Her ebony locks down her body caress
Naked to bare we have no need to undress
On a blanket of tartan we kneel down as I dry
My love, my lady as we look into our eyes
Shaped undulations awaken thoughts in my mind
As I lightly touch my dreams start to unwind
Our adventurous hands now in wandering roam
Amidst the greens and colours in this harvest home
Beneath the blue, two torsos in mix
Feelings of desire have us joined in transfix
Pleasurable movements like soft rolling waves
Cresting in the breeze as we internally crave
Our love heightens in joyous serenade
By the stream beside the meadow, our love displayed
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I am fearfully, wonderfully made
There are two eyes in my head with which I see
Two ears one on each side to hear birds chirp, leaves russle, that please
One mouth with which I can eat all the bounty of earth made for me
Two hands which accomplish work or play
Two feet to carry me forever and a day
He's fearfully, wonderfully made (Bumblebee)
One large body heavy in design
Delicate tiny wings thatcan carry him around
Fuzzy on his body and legs to carry lots of pollen
He helps propagate the garden
Strange creature on this earth by God's design
We're fearfully, wonderfully made
For our cells to be fed by protein power
There's a manufacturing machine inside that works twenty-four hours
It has to stretch out a chain; take it apart
Then fill up and twist it back like logos linking up
Then when its finished all the parts match
Fits together like a zipper or train on track
(This is the results of knowing about Huntington's Disease.
Flipping channels on tv on day seeing a person explaining
how our body has to be able to use protein..HD is caused
because a person's body can't use a protein on the DNA
link CAG...It is the G part that they can't use..They think
that in the process of the body fixing the protein on the
link that something is destroyed or damaged so that it
does not link up so the body can use it.)
(Same day watching religious progam the preacher used
the scripture "I am fearfully and wonderfully made".)
(Then I wrote a poem using bumblebee which we have
many of around here..There are many carpenter bees..
So I wanted information..I learned that the bees' wings
are seemingly too small for its body..Scientist say there
is no way the bee can fly with those wings but it does.)
I am saying this is rhyme because I don't know what
else to call it..Sara
How to recognise a sheep - let me tell you, dear
The rules are simple, so take note of what I tell you here.
You can rule out any creature that has fingers, fur, or wings
Amongst its decorations, for sheep don't have these things
Neither will you see it with a scarf on, or a hat
Unless you see it eating one - a sheep just might do that.
But you don't see them on bicycles, and rarely on a train
They will not use umbrellas, not even in the rain
They are not messy like a pig, or grumpy like a goat
They do not delve in politics, though many of them vote.
A sheep's by nature placid, it will never get annoyed
Its brain is strained by nothing - it will contemplate the void,
But mind and body wander, it is prone to go astray
And it runs in one direction which is, typically, away.
If you see it climbing high, or swinging in the trees
These are not the sort of things that sheep can do with ease
Typically, your average sheep can normally be found
Standing with four little hooves placed firmly on the ground.
If he's standing in a field, on four legs and on grass
If he does not look that he'll molest you if you pass
If he's looking woolly, in body and in mind
With a woolly face in front, and woolly tail behind
If he looks around with the tranquillity of sleep
That will be a sheep, my dear,
That will be a sheep!
This is a story to be told
About a man of old
He said that he would
Never rise
In the ground would he reside
Never would he face God
His remains would rot and make sod
So he a plan devised
This plan totally made by man
On his grave he would have placed
Ten inches cement fully ingraved
Never would he come out of that ground
He would have a ton of dirt all around
No way would his body come out
No way would he rise and shout
Just rot and rot and decay
Then one day a squirrel would play
Right on his grave he did stay
Chewing a nut to get to meat
He just wanted a treat to eat
Something frightened the squirrel away
Then it rained right away on that day
Leaving the acorn exposed to sprout
Then the angels all did shout
That acorn sent down a shoot
That shoot began to take root
From that a mighty oak
Large enough for hundreds of post
Sent its tendrils of roots around
Coming up from the ground
Forcing open that slab of cement
His body rose with a lament
I come to wake from grabbing rays;
peeking through my window sill and poking me as I sway.
Waking slowly to see, that the day has waited for me.
I take off the comfort of my comforter, and reel on my clothes,
I take a breath in; so I could blow out the old.
I take a few steps and unlock the door, and there in my face, a showcase took hold.
The winter is going, leaving some ice.
The flowers are growing, it's time to take rise.
The insects are dwelling, inside the ground.
But I guess, one decided to stay around.
She was lovely in shimmer, water droplets magnified her crystal hues.
Struck still from the winter, her movement got subdued.
Her body in-cased, in a ice clear grave.
Her red skin was freckled, which made her cute in her way.
Taken her life, from the frozen decay,
but her body was given, for art she displayed.