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Hello, Ego.
In this contest, I am to disrobe you.
Is that OK? Thanks.
What do I see?
What I expected to see—
Continued Universal Human Cluelessness.
It hides beneath the raiment of all egos.
Here is the Philosophy of Broader Survival.
It elevates your mind above cluelessness
and takes the pressure off of you.
You’re welcome.
Dappled pointless drizzled thoughts,
zephyr voices, shadow moods:
you’ve tried all kinds of games to play—
where your glance-born sunlight fits,
where your whispered meadows lay,
when the seasons autograph
your worn-out practiced smiles…
I have but eleven remaining lines
to wax poetic over you:
to sate your clueless need to shine
while posing on a cloudy ‘morn;
that blooms when basking in the dark;
that you will eventually leave behind
when I straighten-out your wayward mind
with a future mode of deeper thoughts
sitting in your lap today,
just beneath your clever lips…
I’ll then see you, disrobed, in a diorama
In a museum’s Wing of Cluelessness.
.
smugly standing atop
his pinnacle of conceit,
his false bravado masks his deceit.
he dared alone
to be the ruler of the firmament.
his swollen pride, he donned
like an armor
in a bright afternoon sun
and mocked shadows under his feet.
he's convinced himself
he's the conqueror
of all battles he fought.
his grand illusion complete,
or so he thought; seasons change
and towers constructed in air
cannot stand winter's fury.
gale force winds
strip his crass arrogance naked -
no diadem could spare him
from a looming storm
his manufactured glee eroded
by a cold harsh reality.
his ego disrobed
as he realized
how small of a man he is;
cut down to size
as he watched his empire crumble.
no longer who he once was,
but grateful for the stillness
it created.
quick-change artistry
from gold to crimson to brown . . .
trees disrobed wind-blown
Quirks
of fate
make nonsense
of us all
Shipwrecked
on a vain reality
we stand naked
— before the Queen
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
A warrior mentality
so to speak –
donning our armor
of daily fashion;
tinted shades closing
off soul-windows,
concealing from
prying eyes of inquisitive
nakedness –
we clothe
fearing being disrobed
truth, such privates far deeper
than skin
Gucci, and likes, the first
line of Metropolitan Defense….
I’m drowning in sunset’s last yellow rays.
Clouds plush as pillows cavort, then fade away.
I want to see, to touch, to feel, and breathe the ocean in;
to seize each sacred second – not to stray.
In primrose twilight, summer lingers near.
A giant stillness surrounds me.
There is so much glory to behold
touching the horizon of a placid periwinkle sea.
Ecstasy envelops me. I melt like ice cream.
September disrobed is a Sapphire night.
1. The Field at Sunset
2. A Summer Sunset On a Beach
3. Ocean Sonata
4. Embracing Solitude
5. And Sweet is Her Demise
6. Saturated in Silence
7. In Autumn’s Eves of Gold
8.Dusk
9, Dulcet Dreams
10, Song of September
Autumn reigns in glory but for a season before
winter covers her with a quilt of snow.
~ by poet
au revoir to autumn leaves
tumbling aground in the breeze
leaving their branches disrobed
naked each season of fall
a time for harvests and feasts
pumpkins to carve, pies to bake
for family gatherings
before winter winds blow in
there'll be white blankets of snow
decorations to be hung
jingling bells then will be heard
and voices singing his praise
hearth fire flames become embers
the scent of pine boughs lingers
I am contented with life
in the haven of my home
You can find anything on the internet
Just take a second to think about that
It’s illegal but it’s there
It’s immoral but it’s there
It’s evil even there
AI disrobed a generation
Algorithm replace love with lust
The great corruptor
Darkest additions
From the false light of screens
By D.N. Read
Gold
leaves
flutter
to the ground
Winter approaches ~
Maple tree branches are naked,
awaiting gloomy graphite clouds to clothe them with snow
They languish in stoic stasis, deciduous and disrobed until budding in spring
My parents moved recently–
a nice place, marsh view,
plenty of trees and walking trails
a nice big kitchen for Scottish breakfasts.
Their deck upstairs looks out
on the marsh water shining in the sun.
The aquatic landscape broken only
by the stilted legs of hungry herons.
The floorboards no longer creak
beneath my ocher footsteps
and I feel like a visitor here–tourist
Then I wonder, how much of myself
was left in those creaking planks?
How much of my life is threaded
in their wooden veins?
Perhaps this new deck doesn’t creak
only because I’ve shed the weight
of my childhood, the cloak
of memory–disrobed and I am refreshed
like new bamboo shoots in spring.
She was a gorgeous girl
I met years ago.
at Black's Beach near San Diego.
It's a nude beach
so I wasn't wearing clothes.
She sat down next to me
then disrobed.
Her body was exquisite
I couldn't help but stare.
She knew I was checking her out but didn't seem to care.
We began talking about sex
she mentioned her foot fetish
thought it important I knew
Then she inspected my package
And commented sounding disappointed
I guess eight inches will have to do.
JSB
A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs
in fluorescent foam.
Blue pods rattle on green tides.
Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair
washing tangled ankles.
There are voices in my open mouth,
they roll over a briny tongue,
intone words from the breath
of spray and brume.
Where the sky hangs, gull beaks open
to scoop the bones of a shoaling surf.
My heart is booming
in a hollow seashell.
This is the Church of a God
disrobed of human thought.
This is the roofless house
of the sun and moon,
a place consecrated to the storm,
to the depths of darkness;
to the bright blades
of the suns daggering rays.
This night the rough
tussles with the calm
and they dance at the edge
of a clashing chaos.
Mother, father, stranger,
we are all here speaking
through a whirlpool’s gullet,
yet who has gone ahead of us
to express this sea-glow
and hat surfaces at the edge
of our own shores?
A biting wind with broken teeth,
has left its blackened stumps
hanging from the limbs
of disrobed trees
A washed-out daylight
seeps gray.
The streets were bareboned,
greenery lusterless and scant.
Too sudden it seems, too
stark the change from
picturesque autumn and this
threadbare canvas.
A walk in the park confirmed,
my eyesight, my picturing
has changed,
today vision reflects a mind
drained of the light of elation.
Time to shake myself like a dog
emerging from darkening waters.
Time to change my climate,
open internal windows
and seek delight.
© 2 days ago
All I ever wanted
was to pass...
one night
or even just a moment
in your presence
in your light
delirious with delight
So just this night
or even this moment
Let it come to pass...
Let me hold you
Let me have you
All to myself
Please...
Shut us away
where no one can see
where no one can hear
all that I'm longing to reveal
Let me pass this moment
in passion's possession
in this continuous succession
of lovemaking's confession:
I want you
I've always wanted you,
so for one dawnless night
or even just for one eternal moment...
Let my life pass
in the tasting of longed for lips
in the trailing of my hands in your hair
my desire disrobed, bare
This I swear:
to you, nothing else can compare
Now tell me... tell me, do you dare?
My idol
My dream
My first wish
My last need
Listen to me...
Let caution subside,
and hindrances hide
Open... Open your arms wide,
and let me pass
this night
this moment
here in your arms
Hold me...
Love me, and I'll gladly pass from this world to the next
breath leaving body
as reality enacts fantasy
I'll pass...
Let me pass
My last moment in your arms
I wandered through the walls alone
Where cut stones curse and split stumps groan.
The Quacks couldn't cure me.
I was an anomaly.
A case lost in baggage by the tyrants of science
A link that isn't missink from The Giant Appliance.
They probed me with tests
Disrobed me with shoes
They spared me no rest,
Spoonfed me new issues.
And finding no funding to type a new tick-list,
They could only conclude that I was without sickness.
Under purple skies that promised high precipitation,
Owning nout but a gown and a frowning prescription,
Discharged and dishevelled to the drooling city
Diagnosed with statistical disproportionality.
'The patient is advised, avoid dog hair and doctors'.
I walked home in the rain, under the eyes of helicopters.
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