Short Buck Naked Poems
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Lady Godiva
Didn’t need a drivah
Buck naked on a mare
Those good chocolates stored where?
March 25, 2019
For contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Skunk or a deer -
what was the varmint?
'Cuz Noah's buck naked,
without any garment! (Gen 9:21)
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In response to Drunk as a Skunk by Gershon Wolf
What the fish saw
I cannot still unsee
Naked, stark naked
Sitting there was
Uncle sam and
The statue of liberty
Buck naked at
The playboy mansion
So much for old fashioned
I guess this has been going
On for some time
Our leaders our washingtons
Have hardly shaped a
Mountain side
United Free States of America (North and South)
STINGING BLOOD SUCKING AWARENESS
There stood I,
As black as night;
My skin, buck-naked:-
A blood-sucking mosquito,
Painfully bit me with its stinger;
Causing me to slap it with my hand:-
Then I blew its dead body from my palm;
Giving awareness of gaining liberation:
We must become as liberty’s hand,
And our political oppressors,
As stinging mosquitoes:
Slapped and blown:-
Wife was feeling neglected and bored.
Hubby hugged her. Her low spirits soared.
She cooed, “Let’s go to bed.”
When he said, “Well, instead,
would you bring me some food?” she was floored.
Soon she came back buck-naked and bold
with a meal. Such a sight to behold!
Hubby said, “Lunch can wait.”
When he went for the bait,
She said, “Not now~~your food would get cold.”
A good friend told me
"Tonight is perfect for moon bathing, "
So I am lying in the backyard
Buck naked on a mended blanket
and praying to God my neighbor
Has gone away for the weekend.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
June 13, 2021
submitted to "BITE SIZE POEM #6" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gautier
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
December 20, 2020
submitted to "MAKE ME LAUGH WITH SOME HUMOR" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
FEATURED POETRY SOUP POEM
March 20, 2022
I saw your grandmother
in an old black and white photo
it was in a silver frame,
she was buck naked in a Buick,
I thought: 'Hey you.’
I saw you on a
`who's your baby-daddy' show
you were in the audience;
you had a pic of the killer
Ernesto (Che) Guevara
on your T,
he looked like me
and I said, ‘Hey you.’
Behind old photographs
all our secret lives
remain radioactive.
At the funeral home
I watch you enter the flames,
saw silver frames melting
and I thought: ‘Hey you.’