Excuse the nudity some deplore
disclosed in words as they explore
so much more than clothes removed
the breadth of skin then exposed
just a glimpse when compared
to the flow of note’s discharge
dropped on the page in a stream
with souls undressed as result
secrets told without regard
in the buff by outcome
the inner self instead of flesh
disrobing more with every tell
in the end the truth is told
nakedness beyond the fold
don’t look away lest one miss
a birthday suit by writ’s admit.
There's a mighty dear fellow named Jack
wore no shirt to show off his six pack
on top girls would pile
they dug his smooth style
til this mortal threw out his old back
there are times of tests when the mind becomes ambidextrous
there are moments in time when the body becomes multidirectional
when the horizons are being bullied and all organisms begin to pollute
won't you please set my wearied mind at ease and let me see you in your birthday suit
AMEN.....
Long, slim, chocolate, and divine
Most men, and even some women pine... feign over this birthday suit of mine
Smooth layers with no assistance from oil of olay
I sport my suit proudly as if everyday were my birthday
My scars add character and tell my story
My birthday suit expresses my battles and my glories
And we all know that when chocolate gets too hot, it melts
And I like chocolate, so I admit that sometimes I do like to taste myself
I just can't seem to help it
Because my birthday suit always demands another helping
But there are many who cannot handle the sweetness
They get a little sugar in their system and my suit becomes their weakness
For those that cannot handle, I strongly suggest a sugarless diet
Because once you've taken a bite, you'll forever be tempted to try it
You may even be tempted to buy it
Just remember, No returns, refunds, and no exchanges
And bout time I'm finished with you, this birthday suit will surely be famous!!
My birthday suit is with me each day
I take it with me where ever I go
Some times it’s covered, but not when I play
Some times it’s bare, but not on public show.
My birthday suit needs a lift things hang low
But exercise helped in this month of May
I think I should show it, what do you say?
But perhaps not, it has now lost its shine
For an iron free suit is what I did pray
But my prayers were not answered, well not this time
Looking at the mirror in birthday suit
poetry I'm ready now just for you,
pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute
going down the chest for a poem new
a hairy path traversed by hardly few,
down the line crazy six packs waiting there
a little pause--which way to go from here?
Taking courage,further down--moody toy-
keep in mind-'To be handled with much care'
that's all--now don't call me a naughty boy!
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Placement:7th; ( May 2012)
Contest:Your Birthday Suit
Sponsor:Cyndi MacMillan
By:kash poet
Birthday comes once in a year
It comes every year of your life
A reminder of the day you came to be
A day you truly know nothing about
But a day you are truly celebrated.
My birthday comes on the seventeenth
I was seventeen on the seventeenth
The day was unique because of the numbers
Got a unique birthday gift from my Dad
My birthday gift a special birthday suit.
On my special suit on my special day
I looked pleasant and radiant
My friends all complimenting my suit
As the birthday boy I reveled in encomiums
I exude the aura of a royal prince.
My friends in their exuberance popped drinks
I was bathed in drinks of different tastes
My birthday suit did come to ruins
My birthday suit just for my birthday
Truly a special gift for a special birthday.
A girlfriend took me to a nudist camp,
And, wrapped up in my overcoat, I sighed;
The sky was grey, the site was chilled and damp;
In shock, I shuddered as I coldly eyed
The frozen naked forms - and tried to hide.
I kept my socks on, shivered with the cold;
My shaking shrunken form was feeling old.
I fetched my sweater, grabbed my trousers too -
And wondered that those bodies were so bold;
But warm, I watched them turning shades of blue.
Just fiction – but I always wonder if nudists wear a sweater on cold days…
For Cyndi’s Birthday Suit contest
Dirty,
greasy,
I smell like fried chicken.
Sweat is trickling,
Stinking.
It got me thinking!!!!
I need to wash
my birthday suit,
Body wash by Hollister*
Newport Beach,
Smells of a musky fruit.
awesome scent, kinda sweet,
I start at my feet.
Scrub away the repulsive smell
relax away the painful swell..
Scrub thy legs, all of them
cleanliness is key.
the soap suds wash away,
there is a bruise on my knee!
I continue on to my abdomen
rippled, tough,
strong, rough.
the scrubbing reddens my ivory skin.
To my hairy chest,
the matted mess,
upward, I scrub my neck.
Wash my hair,
conditioning with care,
time to shave my face.
Pick up my razor blade,
my daily strokes of grace.
I rinse the sudsy residue,
watch it spiral down the drain.
I look in the mirror at my birthday suit,
confidence in vein.....
Jared Pickett
9/11/09
Asavvy1
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