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Government officials, chasing me
A peaceful Naked being dance on the street
Woke from a nightmare being chased by blind eyeballs draped in flags,
City on fire, smokestacks, meat trucks, doctors of insanity.
I came to a decision
Gonna stay here in my Naked skin
I don't think there is a promised land out there anymore,
Gonna stay here in Cap d' Adge, France.
I say some prayers that the children of the world have a future
Where Nudism is accepted and not shyed upon
I ponder to why the human species shy away from something they came with,
Humans keep making this same mistakes over and over.
Luckily in this era the hate just keeps getting lesser and lesser
But erring on side of the positive
Put out more awarness about the loving community of Nudists my fellow Nudist,
Put out more faith in Nudism as it liberates.
I'm a christian Nudist,
I believe that the only way to find true pleasure as a christian,
Is to give up all worldly belongings, live as a Nudist,
And worship God in the skin you were born in.
Then should Christians go bottomless and topless and be at Nudist beaches?
You have no idea what you are missing
Until you worship God
In your bare skin with many others.
Do you realize that a true christian is a sword-wielding Nudist, then?
Being a christian Nudist is much simpler than being a christian non-Nudist
That's because you have to love everyone if you're a christian,
And if you're a christian Nudist, you already do.
"At The Same Time Spake The Lord By Isaiah The Son Of Amoz, Saying,
Go And Loose The Sackcloth From Off Thy Loins,
And Put Off Thy Shoe From Thy Foot, And He Did So, Walking Naked And Barefoot."
"And The Lord Said,
Like As My Servant Isaiah Hath Walked Naked And Barefoot Three Years
For a Sign And Wonder Upon Egypt And Upon Ethiopia."
Isaiah 20:2-3
"And He Went Thither To Naioth In Ramah: And The Spirit Of God Was Upon Him Also,
And He Went On, And Prophesied, Until He Came To Naioth In Ramah,
And He Stripped Off His Clothes Also, And Prophesied Before Samuel In Like Manner,
And Lay Down Naked All That Day And All That Night,
Wherefore They Say, Is Saul Also Among The Prophets?"
1 Samuel 19:23-24
Although public Nudity and the modesty
That churches frequently advocate
May appear to be at odds with one another,
For christian Nudists like myself, the two go hand in hand.
In his 1981 book "love and responsibility,"
Pope John Paul II stated that "Nakedness itself is not immodest,"
We can all attest to the fact that God's dress code has always been bare,
As Christians.
God dress code from the beginning has been Nakedness and we all as Christians
Can surely testify to this; I'm a Nudist christian, i believe that the only way
To find true pleasure as a christian, is to give up all worldly belongings,
Live as a Nudist, and worship God in the skin you were born in.
every lifetime excursion encounters finalities emersion
not nudists, nobles, normals or nutties can neglect the noose
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There must be many ways to connect to the Source.
If the ocean is the art of letting go,
why aren’t we all swimming?
Ocean — a museum of love,
where each wave is a painting,
and love flows in every frame.
We are collectors of this water,
each of us carrying a different kind of body within.
Some of us are afraid to expand our own museum.
Afraid to dent the frame, smudge the paint,
tear the canvas, or touch the artifact of our intuition.
We walk carefully, guarding what wants to flow.
We fear walking around with empty containers,
for aliveness demands surrender.
The more awake we become,
the more we resist the tides of change.
If the heart of the ocean is the soul,
then our souls are the nudists —
bare, unguarded, and thirsting for touch.
The more I swim,
the less afraid I am
to let the water reach me.
For the soul’s need —
unconditional love —
is the most natural experience.
The world can see what we carry in our hearts.
To survive here as a clear being,
we must be capable of drinking,
capable of swimming,
capable of change,
and capable of motion.
Bernice Zoleka Mannie
LYAIOZ MANNIE
HIS UNFORGIVABLE SIN
“unforgivable”
she said, when he broke his vows,
then he arched his back.
she was repelled by his act.
a lover’s smile kissed his lips.
“unbelievable”
she spoke, as she grabbed an ax
and approached the bed.
two cockroaches leapt from sheets,
rustling into the darkness.
“unforgivable”
she laughs, “you’re not welcome back”
nudists race down road,
their shame uncovered by dawn.
they’re grateful to see the light.
“unbelievable”
she recounts to the jury
“i’ll take my divorce
and all of his assets too.
i need to reset my eyes”
~ unsustainable ~
her marriage to this leacher.
her bucket poured out,
this saltwater fish thrown back.
she’d waste no more tears on him.
~ unbelievable ~
heaven sent a faithful man
stitched her broken heart.
first, quilted kisses hurt, but
his blanket of love protects.
~ unforgivable ~
a word not heard in her home.
she trusts her husband.
the sun shines on her children.
God’s blessed her with forbearance.
9/16/2017
Broken Wings contest Form U - U Pick The Form - Poetry Contest
Chosen Form: Tanka
Chosen word: Unforgivable
...Now Des Moines is a fine heartland town,
not a Sodom on the Pacific,
as minds returned, realization came
and the people found it quite horrific.
They didn’t know who had drugged the beer,
bo one had seen that woman of man,
but something like this needed a fall guy,
so they blamed the whole mess on the band!
And just as the city was venturing out
the angry, naked mob charged back on in!
People scattered, all looking for cover,
we looked on the whole scene with chagrin.
When they approached the ravaged dance hall
we knew that we didn’t have much time,
ran out to the vans so very quickly
that we left all the instruments behind!
The angry nudists burned down the dance hall,
but luckily we were miles away,
and from what I have heard this whole event
is steadfastly denied to this day.
Even videos on the internet
are just passed off a nothing but fakes,
mass denial seems their best option
for dealing with this colossal mistake.
I left that band, set off to find more work,
since I can’t go back to Des Moines again,
which is how I came upon a midget
who played matador to fighting chickens…
Vacances en France
Seven hundred miles we travelled,
Across both land and sea.
Because our friends had told us,
France was lovely as could be.
Two caravans we towed there,
To a villa called ‘la Ronce’,
They’d been there, so many times,
But us, well just this once.
We arrived a little weary,
They’d a puncture on the way.
A tyre blew off their caravan,
And ripped the side away.
We stopped and then a gendarme,
Called a man to change the wheel.
Like something from a storybook,
The scene was quite unreal.
We finally reached the campsite,
And drove in through the gate.
To begin our three week holiday,
We thought, now this is great.
They put us on two pitches,
That were near a mile apart.
And placed us both in sinking sand,
I threatened to depart.
They realised I meant it,
So they gave us two good sites.
Where we were pitched together,
And could gossip through the nights.
We spent our days by swimming,
On the glorious Français coast.
By evening we were drinking wine,
To cool our daily ‘roast’.
We took along our teenage kids,
With us they did not stay.
But spent their days, with friends in bars,
And made us parents pay.
The lifestyle there so different,
From the one we had at home,
A slower pace of living,
And not pestered by the phone.
We thought we were in heaven,
As we sweltered everyday.
While watching nudists on the beach,
Where we would swim and play.
But there was ‘one little drawback’,
Just a tiny one, you see.
The site had other visitors,
That drank much more than me.
These nasty little creatures,
Had a taste for human blood.
And feasted on our bodies,
Like nought but vampires should.
Swollen up from head to toe,
And even on our bum.
We looked like we’d been rolled in thorns,
Then toasted by the sun.
Amongst our cherished memories,
When we finally left our sites.
We took home thoughts of sunny days,
While scratching insect bites!
Ivor G Davies
Two young nudists went to lie down and bask
Along came a cop who took them to task
Thought they broken the law
For basking in the raw
Then the cop said" you're not wearing face masks"...
The nudists thought it was some kind of jest
Both cursed the cop and started to protest
Reinforcements were called
The nudists were appalled
When they were charged and placed under arrest...
They were both before the judge the next day
To the young nudists he had this to say
"Maskless face is a crime
So you will both do time"
They got four years and were taken away...
And two more from Belle Bellevue
Wonder if the cop's prudish or a creep
Who just couldn't resist taking a sly peep
Was the mask excuse
To get a good view
Does he count naturists when he can't sleep.
Four years is too long for not wearing masks
Who the devil pays their keep one might ask
We all well know who
It's us, me and you
Free bed and board, it's not bad for a bask.
Written 15th August 2021