winters raging wind
howls angrily through trees
naked of their leaves
Her spirit was naked
Her sight sachet the wind
Was her covering
Her lips were chap
She blew a kiss
Her mouth tasted the leaf
Leaves on the tree
The wind came and covering her
The clouds overlooked and covered her
Every raindrop that fell from third heaven
Wet her physical body
You see she clothes in God
And she could never be naked
11/15/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
If you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the American Indian,
and you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the enslaved black,
don't talk to me about your Christian moral compass,
because a Christian moral compass is something that you lack.
As I was born through nakedness in my birthday suit
Down to our very core it is our most beautiful feature as the day we were born
Noticed the Nude lady from the rear
Within the full moon
Such a unique image was imprinted in my memory
In my lifeless heart, it burned itself.
Ancient opponent's wailing can be heard in the distance
She approaches, grinning with her bare breast
She is Naked flaunting her wonderful curves while being utterly bold
She exudes a lot of confidence.
She suggested,
"Let's play the Naked Romeo and Juliet"
Under this lovely moonlight
We must emphasise our contrasts if we are to make progress.
Let's reclaim this night back from the animals, liberated and Naked
We will not bend or break because i am a kid of the moon,
And you are a child of the never-ending night,
And we shall remove their hatred by shaving it away.
I go to sleep in eden's garden
I'm surrounded by flowers and leaves
I fall asleep completely Naked, as i breathe in the fragrant flowers
I rest in the tranquil garden.
In my Nakedness
I go to sleep where nature sleeps
I sleep underneath this chilly, empty, pitch-black sky as the birds hum lullabies
Similar to a chrysalis, i am enclosed.
In the position of a foetus, cradled like a baby
Within this lovely, secure garden
My only source of illumination is the serene lunar surface
In this garden of eden, i have a peaceful Naked night's sleep.
Stunning Naked slumber
I spread my brand-new, vibrant wings
When i wake up to discover that i am reborn every day as a butterfly
My home is the garden of eden.
My refuge for all time
I feel the flowers and leaves cushioning me as i sleep Nude
While i am in my wonderful Naked haven, i eat in the garden of eden.
My sanctuary of Naked slumber.
I'm the Naked poet.
I - I will never accept hate speechs from fake moral hypocritical brokers
A - aiming, hoping, and wishing for a Nudist country
M - maybe not now, but someday it will come to pass
N - never will i be ashamed of my Naked body or stop promoting Nudism
U - until then i will keep, hoping and fighting the Nude fight
D - days are coming when Nudism will be a standard way of life for the world
I - interacting in tongues of poetry
S - someday i shall get to see a Nudist only nation
M - my poems shall sing in your heart when that day comes
THE WORLDS NAKEDNESS
The bodies reeked with liquor and cigarette smoke, their arms and chest were covered in ink.
There's no perfect life for me. Weapons for war, dangerous people that walk the streets, the secret of untold things could be the death of many. Walk this land of ruins where it's hard to breathe. A new chapter unfolds, the clouds thicken as new stories are told.
A curse that's promised to us all, even the good have their days, and the treasures of the wicked are left to the poor. The beauty is gone, and the world skirt has been taken off.
They scream our King is gone. The public doesn't seek after love.
Madness fills their hearts, a window to throw them out of, a cliff to push them off.
Imagine what the world would be like without chaos in the world. Pain behind the smiles of faces in the world, scared to move on. The world is cruel, loved, and dark. The world is life with twisted turns. The world is equal, life and death to us all.
Enigma of nakedness
Reminiscent of metaphorical how
I become
Changed on the cross
Her lips whisper praying
The sleep of paradise
Aware of my nakedness
Aware of the drives
Why must I choose stories
To describe my irreconcilable feelings inside
Is it because of the efforts
Required to discern proof
Or fearing the inevitable
My impermanence – the harsh reality of the truth
The complexities of consciousness
A conundrum for an instinctual beast that can surmise
Awareness is necessary
For logic and reason to thrive
It is in this very moment
Sitting here – in all of my unease
Accepting my predicament
Choose living – it minimizes the disease
Disease?
The disease of fear
Anxiety – embarrassment - and shame
It’s the toxic herd environment that creates social disdain
In all of our nakedness
We are now free from the herd
Our new frame of reference
We understand the automatic thoughts – the unspoken internal words
A true liberation occurs
Recognition – perception – it’s all in our mind
In all of our nakedness
Meaning – purpose – it’s been there - all the time
Through shoveled loam I glimpse pale light
Hands dare intrude into my burial crypt
Exposing the devastation of my decay
Dignity of this chamber has been stripped
Human eyes stare into my skeletal sockets
I feel the sun's warmth, but cannot spill tears
Lips, long ago stitched from laces of my soul
Loosed were the bindings of stygian spheres
Wormwood case and satin pillow, rotted
Lily's scent lingers, squandered their seed
Awakened without sight or sandals afoot
Penance in supplication for every misdeed
My rueful spirit, once clothed in silk shroud
has dwindled to dust and time brittled bone
I remember pleading in voice of reason
Cover my nakedness and inter me, face prone
*These verses do not reflect my religious
beliefs of life after death.
Nakedness
Our minds view the world through its nakedness,
Not aided by instruments of any kind.
A blank canvas of nothingness,
Speckled vastly with abstract designs.
Like staring into a toy kaleidoscope,
Creations hidden, behind the mind’s eye that’s blind.
Written © 11/13/2016
Submitted for: Naked Poetry Contest
Find a song.
The dusk needs a wind
to blow out the candle.
*
A sacred sin?
to keep you alive. Else,
what was in a rose ?
*
No fluid left in the
bone to make it a flute.
The music must start.
Satish Verma
There was no inscription
to interpret the fresco.
It leaked through
the yellow roses.
The distant moon was
very upset. Jumped over
the hills, like mammae,
and tore away the façade.
Let the night stay for a while.
I had to explore the
mutilated galaxy, cannibalized
by the overzealous lovers.
A cobra bite paralyzes the sun.
Satish Verma
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