colors colors
the way my body twirls
would you like to see me spin ?
one flick or two just for the win.
Inside the madness,
There lies an apple seed.
You peel it away,
You tear it apart,
To taste the flesh within.
Before we even realize it,
We
Spit that seed away.
naked diver dives
into awesome azure blue sea....
sharks open jaws
No longer naked
I see the truth in your love
Africa is home
The day you begin to feel the cold,
Is the day you are starting to get old.
I couldn't bear anything on my feet,
But now I wear socks in bed and cover them with a sheet.
I always went naked to bed,
But now I wear pajamas instead.
Girl., get up from your bed
Of demise and shame
Wipe your face of sorrow
Show your hope bears His name
Curl your hair, dress in green
Put makeup on your face
Prepare your cracking voice
To belt out His glorious praise
Yield not to trite feelings
That offers a ride down rocky slopes
You've been through graves
But rise again, holding despair's ropes
No one can take you down
You are anointed to conquer every devil
You are here to show forth TRUTH
Making all grounds fully level
No, woman warrior who wins
You are not ever allowed naked tears
The little ones are not equipped to view
The one who restores has her own fears
...and needs time to grieve
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-16-2026
You are what's so seem
In my forbidden dream
Gentler and splendor in you
A cloud fluffing in stretching hue
Hunger forgets it's sorrow
In an earliest sweet-morrow
I hearken melody in hushing sepulchre-
Your grin in laurel blossoms of ochre
I see no luna,in tenebrous sky-
But In your,in your kosmos eye
Strewed the lycaenids upon the swelling dell
For descry of you,my mere Danielle
Might envy; the resentful angel above
You are the all,the laudable in all love
While I misstep in chasm of your stare
O' I arouse before sunshine in morns fair
Now I missed what's so seem
In my forbidden dream
My lady,the sweven lady
She entrapped me to this malady
Thro' the naked lady,she appear
Came nigher mine sweven dear-
nude sunbathing
on a winter’s day
I saw two bluetits!
You want their
affection
but your words
to disdain
I voted for you
thrice
and would do so
again
But the many
unsold
who vote
with their heart
Abandon you now
as your
ego
cavorts
Assuming
your schtick
is attractive
to all
You strut like
the ‘Emperor’
and naked
befall
Overlooking
the obvious
what the simplest
man knows
To be liked
is a mandate
and lost
— in your show
(Sunday Morning New Shows: February, 2026)
Fun time
Yum time
Doodle de doo time
Time for you
Time for me
Nothing but you and me ~
Wheeee!
No time to lose
More time to snooze
Just a kiss
That’s what I miss.
NAKED TREES AND WINTER COLD
What freaks of nature
They may seem to be:
Tall trees—barked skeletons—
Of well seasoned wood:-
Well seasoned wood,
Piercing the sky,
Casting weird shadows
Across the chilled terrain:-
Their statuesque stillness,
Poised assurance
Of the coming
Spring resurrection:-
If only we too could stand
In such blessed assurance:-
Stone castle forts fall,
their wet moats dry to parched dust
power mutes silent
yet tyrant's demand to rule
remains coiled in naked might
Drawbridge now unfolds
as policy, law, decree
the moat, a filter
controlling information
behind wall of secrecy
Fortress power stays
autocracy hewn in stone—
unbreachable walls
the moat of politicide
changing form, not its intent
There once was a man who fried bacon,
Naked as the day he was born.
The grease would pop about,
And he would hop about,
Like a mad Lepre-corn!
I realize it doesn't fit the perfect limerick pattern, but it is definitely limerick in spirit.
She wore her heart
On the outside of her chest
Her veins of blood, lingered
Strings along her dress
While deep in thought she never the less
Wondered about her relationship in God
Some may say, "she's not naked to God"
10/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
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