Old Donald an out of work tramp
retired to a new nudist camp
what he hadn't been told
was the pool water's cold
which reduced his prospects when damp
As The Rising Sun, The Dawn Came In Softly & Slowly;
&
So Did My Suffering.
Maybe Unexplained Or Unexpected Feelings;
Which Have Been Ignored;
A Sudden Melancholy Skulking In The Silence;
Awaiting The Arrival Of This Day.
The Days Have Regrettably Passed Since We Parted Ways;
About 4 Years Ago, & I Now Wonder If There Was Anything I Could Have Done;
I May Not Have Needed To Spend As Much Time In The Closet;
I Probably Need To Have Paid Closer Attention To How You Felt About Being Anonymous;
Or;
To Anything Else That Would Have Kept You By My Side;
I Am Sorely Missing You Right Now.
My Thoughts Are Hitting Barriers, & My Tears Are Falling Like Waterfalls;
All With Photographs Of You;
Including Your Wild Hairstyles;
Wild Kissing Technique;
All-Gleaming Beard;
Lovely Eyes;
Beautiful Voice;
Undetectable Abs;
&
Silly Smiles.
The Monotonous Music You Listened To In Your Place;
I Can Still Hear Them Playing In My Head From When I Visited;
I Still Occasionally Hear Them In My Brain;
Which Is Shocking, But I Genuinely Miss You & Those Awful Songs.
I'm,
The truth, never mind you,
Everclear dreams,
Sipping fermented potato skins, eating synthetic heroin.
Nudist writing unclothed poems in bowling pin streets,
I write from the heart,
My art mainly of people who live their lives free and Naked,
Honest, truthfully I'm humbled, my bumbling lines are unclothed.
Uniqueness, I am,
Mind blowing poet, I am,
Bipartisanship over equipped feels,
Emotions run wild, while staring at starry at the sky Naked and free.
Living, Naked,
Cliff climbing, Naked,
Chilled drinking, Naked,
After all, i am all but a Nude poet.
How about you, tiny schlong?
I'm curious as to why you aren't very tall
the sun is shining so brightly over the planet
little star, twinkle, twinkle
how i ponder your whereabouts
why does it turn red from your radiation and place me in this hospital bed?
Nahna led me to the Nude beach and hid my clothing from me
so i was left lying in the sun cooking in complete obscurity
he gave me a helmet for my head
but my poor winkie was becoming red from the blister
which was double its normal size and appeared to need ice
Nahna gave me a tiny paper brolly that covered it
and created the impression that it was a candy
after a short while, it resembled a red, bloated slug,
and the ambulance carried me away to a hospital bed
Nahna, who is typically a nasty old witch,
decided to trade roles out of compassion for me
i was laying there writhing in pain
he became tired of my whining
after my fervent plea was heard,
the nurse pulled the blood from the iv,
gave me something to smile about,
and connected it to a pouch of gin.
Writing poetic confessions is akin to visiting a Nudist state
Well, the concept sounds good, but all this exhibitionism --
The Naked performing unsteady cartwheels, their dangly bits --
Makes it seem like a bad idea.
Taking a break in the pleasant air
Look at how happy they are,
Dancing in a circle and jerking up and down, like children,
Praising one another for being authentic and emotional.
Allowing the clean aroma strike your nostrils
And you say to yourself, "damn, all this Nudity is attractive,"
While also recalling the how much fun you could have heard
If only you became a Nudist earlier.
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
Burn after
Reading
You've got
The silver
My dentist is an
Impossible white man;
He knows where's he's going!
I am booking an appointment
He's the man
Racist bread - probably
We've all looked in the
Mirror today
A neighbour requested
A chainsaw
I got on the sus bus
A wardrobe malfunction
In the
Waiting room
Figleaf stuff
In the dentist's chair
Right-handed people chew
On
Their right-side
I've started
Spying on diners
I take my harmonica
To the dentist
Braces blues and
Floss funk
I give my wife toothbrush kisses
I meet the naked lady on the stairs:
her heavy breasts and belly madly bounce.
I stand aside, but grinning, turn to watch
her wobbling thighs and buttocks as she walks
towards the bottom of the stairs; but then
she turns and runs towards me, breasts a blur
of bouncing, jumping, swinging, sagging flesh,
and just beneath her flabby belly, hair.
She passes, squeezing by me, skin on skin.
I wonder what she thought of me, and laugh,
imagining my dangly, wobbly self.
written 14th October, for John Lawless' Nude descending a staircase contest
pure fiction
White sand
Looks grand
Cool breeze
Through trees
He's bare
Folks stare!
Looks down
Huge frown
Chilly
Willy ...
Dinky
Winky!
Fig leaf -
Fits brief!
Wrong size…
Surprise!
Too small
Shows ball!
Stays calm
Finds palm
Palm fits
Hides ‘bits’
Large leaf -
Relief!
Footle form sequenced Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
n/a in contest judged on 12/21/17
ANOTHER 2017 STUNNER - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
11-24-17
Folks stare
He’s bare!
No smalls
Cold balls!
Chilly
Willy
Teeny
Weeny
Dinky
Winkie
Fig leaf
Relief!
03~20~17
A Flasher at a Nudist Colony
By Elton Camp
It was a long overcoat that he wore
For an act they’d never seen before
Onto the grounds he slyly crept
From the bushes suddenly leapt
“See what you think of this,”
He called out to a comely miss
The overcoat he opened wide
To reveal what it did hide
Gasps of horror he heard that day
A bashful woman even ran away
The flasher stood with an evil leer
That was the sound he liked to hear
Underneath his coat, they did spy
One fully clothed with a suit and tie
An androgynous
People.
Vanity
Evaporated.
Suckling babes and
Adonis no longer
Feed from the same
******.
I exhale,
Feeling
Smooth and
Whole.
Extraterrestrial.
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