Short Unclad Poems

Unclad tree craved bliss, the busiest birds roosted...

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Magic plays out unclad
As Aegea falls
as a fiery ball into the sea....

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We are born into the world unclad
Soon we learn that clothes must be had
Good from a negative trait
Can be found if simply we wait
To recognize good we must have bad...

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The days were long
The cotton was high
 —laughter was all they had

The sun beating down
Their hands rubbed raw
 —spirit’s conjoined unclad

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)...

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On sunny days I'm happy, on cloudy days I'm sad
Mr. Sun is the key, he's the best friend I've had
Can't thank him enough
Think I'll get in the buff
And show Mr. Sun this perfection unclad...

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Wall-to-wall women, a dream I often have
Not complaining, but it maybe overdone a wee tad
Lying here on the floor
Screaming, “mercy, no more”
But the gaiety in my voice betrays me, lying unclad...

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Wall-to-wall women, a dream I often have
Not complaining, but it may be overdone a wee tad
Lying here on the floor
Screaming, “please, no more”
But the gaiety in my voice betrays me, lying unclad...

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                 Crunch
    left-over leaves of winter

                   Peek
  the premature green growth
                of spring

                  Touch
    the unclad flower’s bloom
    at the climax of Summer’s 
                   zenith...

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At fall's end, I breathe her colors in and sigh.
Unleashed, I soar with leaves, for it's a thrill
to taste chill wind and dance into the sky.
Unclad and glad, I swirl with clouds until
I drift through mist. Farewell to all of this.
Winter soon will bring my lips its snow-wet kiss....

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Xerox copier sounds raise my eyebrows			
wondering if he’s photographing unclad organs	
like another time?							

Beware zealous dismay from your justifiably		
Quickly vacating nervy, kinky gentlemen!


written November 5, 2021
for "Alphabet Soup" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula...

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Dodging a bullet,
the PET Scan loomed large…
results both good and bad

“Nothing today
to worry about,”
but tomorrow left unclad

The moment secure,
the future unsure…
prognosis under siege

The lights of the O.R.
 calling his name
—with hope the last reprieve

(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020)...

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Dodging a bullet 
the Pet Scan loomed large… 
results both good and bad 

"Nothing today 
to panic about " 
 tomorrow left unclad 

The moment secure 
the future unsure… 
prognosis under siege 

The lights of the O.R. 
calling his name 
— with hope the last reprieve 

(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020) 
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erotic red!

colored
partially unclad
barely a reveal

a pole dancer
standing provocatively 

exposes the mold
dances the wall
on the lap of the paint 
peeled raw to the grain

she tugs at your groin
rattles your pallet
revs the engine of your pristine thoughts
shoves your brain into the ground

erotic read!...

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Daily bouquets from me just for you
Sprays of fresh dainties each morning anew
They're not made from flowers as one would expect
But corsages of orchids of music bedecked
Posies of pieces played straight from my heart 
Unspoken words, melodies of art
Unclad and uncovered, my soul now in view
Be gentle, these bouquets are played just for you...

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My socks are on vacation
For sandals rule the day,
Since summer’s heat demands
That unclad toes be on display.

They rest in little bundles
In their drawer where they await
The flipping of the calendar
Onto a cooler date.

I can’t say that I miss them;
My feet feel better bare
But when the weather changes,
They’ll be there for me to wear....

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Brown and withered... 
all these branches 
Winter 
In all its' starkness 

A strange beauty, 
in shades of brown 
Winter... 
Unclad 

Tumbling brown leaves, 
in a winter sky 
Tracing your name 
Such silence... 
Winter... 
when it came 

The snow has yet to fall... 
A strange time, 
with a wintry sun 
Cold 
The whiteness has not yet begun...

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Exposed and bare,
stripped and stark-

a body without a soul is nude...
an unclad essence in the dark.

Unvarnished and unsettled,
raw and unprotected-

me without you- defenseless...
an overt still rejected.

Within my natural modesty,
I've found a reason to be prude-
a manifestation and oddity,
I'm more hidden in the nude.

November 13, 2016...

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O God,
I come before you bowing still
To trod
The wide valley through your will
Let me
Know your hand upon my string
Lift me
High where the bright falcons sing
O God,
Like a desert all my sands of sin
Unclad
Bare my barren scrag of soul
Fill me
Until I am healed and whole
Mill me
No more, I am sheep not gold
Feed me thy love, the valley is cold....

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Quixotic reality to flatter your mind,
Your eyes so wintry scour a soul so dark,
A bleeding corpse on a pyre, fragile,
Unclad midnights against a wall so cold,
Touched and drugged by fears foretold,
Halucinations and reminiscence of a body made stark,
Her hands clap to the trance of tragedy, a trance too bold,
Memories and phantasms deluged one of their kind.

Niyomi shah
Rhyme scheme : abaccbca...

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The pagan dark in onyx screams
as slow I walk this unclad street
in opal light of shadow dreams,
the stalking moon my frozen friend,
beneath whom all my sins portend,
until the dawn my soul redeems.

My taunting fears I cannot see,
but still I sense them 'round me traipse
somewhere on my periphery.
I waken all at once upright
as silent lays the haunting night.
The piercing moon still over me.


10/10/17...

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Out on the heath hies a lady in white,
Riding a giant toad;
Who is that woman, luminescently bright,
Spurring her steed on the road?

West Country witch whom, legends recount,
Transformed her man with a spell:
Cuckolding lover, she made him her mount—
Unclad, she straddles him well.

Reptile croaking along on the path;
Lady, equestrienne witch,
Whacking his scaly skin with a lath,
Hopping each brook and broad ditch....

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A dream is the touch of her palm
or her lips glazed in fruity balm
to lay a hand on skin so soft
be new measure for pleasure oft;
To hold her to me ever tight
and dance beneath the evening light
across her surface, hand shall slide
setting pace for a gentle ride;
Embraced by moonlight used to hide
laying unclad hand on her side
the feel of flesh perfect as such
tender caress desired as much;
Lips so lustful at once they touch....

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If time were ours, would we be glad
  Would we fill it up with plans and things
    Would we spend time wisely, or go mad
If time were ours...

I know that singers would endless sing
  I know that clowns would always be sad  
    I know that to you I'd always cling
If time were ours...  

Would cruel tyrants be swiftly unclad
  Would people proclaim that God is King
    Would we all link, arm-in-arm, comrades
If time were ours......

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Shadows of winter remain here
Unclad by the early spring sun
Echoes chilled by the passing time
Seasons rebuild nature’s beauty
Torn between worlds, the then and now
Reborn in the cool forest glades
Life on earth must return again
In the blessed birth of springtide’s call
Walking amid awakening trees
Sleep talking and stretching out limbs
Towards pale sun rays stirring the ground
The age-old tale is told again
Turning away from winter’s blues
The seasons turn in verdant hues...

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Written: June 4th 2024, For Joseph May Contest

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Silver beckoning moon 
Shuffle along, unsettling ground
Exposed by truth unclad unbound

Shattered promise-laden blue eyes
Birthed fire with whisper
Silver beckoning moon 

Bare, glittering sheath.
Velvet sky, tormented with anguish 
Shuffle along, unsettling ground

Revealing withheld splendor
While dawn casts shadows
Exposed by truth unclad unbound
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