Short Nakedly Poems

Here is a bookworm 
Knows how cloth weaving
To cover his body weaving 
This is useless 
To all cloth less
Nakedly shivering...

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Carress her spine, 
Finger the folds of her pages, 
Make love to her letters, 
Touch her where she is most fragile, 
Make her bindings come undone. 
Love her, nakedly. 
Love her like your favorite book....

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Seatless, with your best last breath,

nakedly being blessed,

being surrounded by white walls
and a waltz-

this wake-up in the dark is a phase of your in-kin,

finding their next bike-spin,

pleasantly yet vaguely obeying the jim....

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Encoded mind 

Camouflage eyes 
Nakedly I except you 
 
Invisible kiss
Pinecone at its peak 
Everlasting stream 
 
Playful chase 
Wild become still 
Universal love 
 
Thousand rainfall 
The silent call 
Of the beautiful heart 
Wondrous creation 
Beautiful nature...

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Bathing me
You look nakedly clean
Like a pebble;
Kissing my brows
You glow
Like winter flames;
Taking me into your arms
You sleep
To dream and sink.

The white marble* humming
Heaven of earth , my mother,
The prowess of love !



*Written after seeing an image of  a baby set  at   a mother's waist...

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oh kevin
my
love
why whould you
offer my breasts grip

your words twirl
on my
golden locks

love rock

after seeing
you nakedly clapping
we cant get you
out
of
our
dreams

you crying on your birthday
turned our rivers
into rage ing seas

come on over
dance naked
with
me
?...

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trying to 
sleep counting 
the proverbial fence
leaping endless rainbow

of sheep 
passing time
tiredly trying to 
induce slumber but

notice
as each
ovine leaps
the next has less

wool then
the one before
so forgetting about
REM now i need see

for sure
how nakedly
shorn if there is
a last one will be...

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Who would become so fundamentally foolish
to separate a strong dancer
from her flowing dance?

The secular singer
from his sacred song?

Mountainous storytellers
from our rivered story?

Felt humane communion
from our most nakedly divine communications?

Spirited habits
dispirited from Earth's natural habitats?

Evangelical legends
from love's integrity,
passion's timeless curiosity?...

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Some poems
 don't need 
to be said.  
They're shared 
between eyes 
and thought 
caressing 
body's telepathy  
Pupils dilate
 from her elation. 
God I love 
my own creation.  
How it flows 
from a muse 
and forms
symbiotic energy.  
It's like 
wearing words 
and my vocabulary 
is hers for devouring.  
The pen leaves
 me naked
 but she's the one
 shaking from every
 truth shared...

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Spin, twirl, they swirl
Mesmerized I sit
And watch colours mix,
match.... hopefully

Here is that sock,
it gapes and screams
silenced by the brief
strangled by failed
shirr

It purrs, white one-eyed cat alike
(I sneeze, washing-powder
allergy.) 

To fall asleep
so soothingly lulled
to oblivion,
nakedly in wait
for my beloved 
belongings.

***

May 23, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White...

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Stillness of morning
Damp and multigreen
from predawn rain
Feathered choir resting from
greeting song of dawn
Artful preening touchups of
scattered random song
as flowers slowly rise and dry
in stately disarray
A soft breeze teases small
new leafed branches
Fresh painted life drips clearly
in new light
So many myriad hues of green
so nakedly truly shown
without blinding bleaching sun
A pre day showing 
rewards an early riser...

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A living poem, not yet written,
not yet visible, haunts the periphery
of the inner eye.

She is as light as a feather,
though she has a deep-set gravity,
her presence impels my mind toward her.

Which way to seek?
The poem that is not yet created
is a womb both empty and full,
its potential
demands subservience.

A dark machinery makes love,
to the unsubstantial,
and one single insight is born,

from that seed within a seed,
she nakedly comes,
now you must dress her.

...

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