Skins Poems - Poems about Skins

All hail the Silver Skins

(with nudity optional)




Not another effort from "The Left"s bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise. 

I don't object to the subject necessarily. All Hell Breaks-Loose sometimes For Heaven's Sake too. 

Good thing they left a muggle's shoreline to toe-upon, the scurrilous waves banging against their new-found providential-truths. 

The prophet Pirsig¹

To Save their Skins

  On the ash-heap of history strewn
    towers and pyramids ruined 
  Of civilizations long since extinct
    alive only in pottery and sphinx

  They once fought the Jews tooth and nail
    striving hard, but to no avail
  To eliminate Israel once and

Nest of Skins

Those fools atop the hill are at it again.
Pissing away our money that we never really had.

Another trillion or two in debt.
To fund the illegal's welfare checks...
Another frivolous war fought by the poor...for rich men.
Another tax yoke upon my blue-collar neck...

Those inside trader-jesters atop the hill.
Lack any respect for America and her people.
To them, we're

Humanity Exists As Sad Creatures With Evil Skins

Humanity Exists As Sad Creatures With Evil Skins

Reprieve may be a fine desert or a freedom to live
A blessing freely granted or the power to freely give
But we must dare admit what immense courage some things take
And use our smart brains to identify the sorrowful fakes
For humans react to threats in many kinds of strange

Skins

Age 10 slough. Age twenty slough.
Age thirty slough.
Age forty and fifty slough
and so on.
Age sixty was a mighty shedding,
the polished scales
rattling in the very teeth of death.

Wriggling skins, some actual skins,
much metaphorical molt,
ephemeral epithelial layers of self.

Shadow buzzards;
those gormandizing birds
that exfoliate entropy,
they that aid the slip-sliding away
of all pivotal and transitional days,
they now sing my

Thin Skins

Thin Skins
Haiku: by Tom
October 28,2021

You’ve permission,
if you’re feeling mistreated,
to make signs and whine.

Skins of My Earth

It was her skin in the ground

It was her skin with blood beneath

It was her skin with heat and humid

It was her skin in countless shades of grey

It was her skin in columnar colors of brown

It was her skin in bruised blisters of black

It was her still life, silent life, upon us

It was broken, wrinkled,

New Wine, Old Skins

For naturally aged old bodies,
new age spirituality
may bring to mind

Natural AND spiritual co-creative tensions
between regenerative positive empowerment
and degenerative negative dark,
yet still warmly wet newborn,
womb-like metamorphic attachment memories,

Continuous recycles of re-generate life
and de-generating deaths,

Wins
and losses,

Healthy days
and wealth uneased nights

Free of hoarding ego privileges
embedded in Earth's blue/green
cooperative
ecosystemic timeless 
multiculturing senses

Of natural old ages
giving way to continuous
dipolar co-arising
appositional/oppositional
bicameral
cooperative/competitive
spiritually

2 Sins 2 Skins Are They Treated the Same

There are two sins
2 skins
Black
White
both done the same
What's in their name
ARE THEY TREATED THE SAME
I can't breathe
I can't read
Am I equally subdue, obtained
Detained
2 skins
Black
White
both done the same
What's in their name
Should there be a new morality code...
With mandate rights for EVERYONE
starting with the Blacks and the Whites
Let's mandate a moralsnot based on different denominations or on

Playing the Skins Game

There was a pair 
Both having creative flair 
Then another two 
Having nothing to do 
Twins on two wheels 
Looking for a steal 
No need for a club 
Being in the woods with these guys who were studs 
Partying at the lake 
Spending what they make 
Not thinking this is a mistake 
A DJ was

Old and New Wine Skins

Old and New Wine Skins

In old skins should not put new wine,
And yet both old and new are divine;
A renewal;
Will refuel;
Am glad that God will always be mine.

Jim Horn

Lions In Sheep Skins

Lions in Sheep skins
Is all that is left in the World
No more brotherhood and kins
The world before only need to be told.

From family members to friends,
Supervisors to managers,
Officials to Religious leaders,
Neighbourhood and abroad,
The pure heart is still below the ladders.

Lions in a sheep skin,
They come like sheeps,
Covered in the light of goodness and hope,
As white

New Wine From Brown Skins

Brown barren bush
stretches deep down
away from sun's refueling light
recalling our shared history
still composts Earth's co-invested
soil,
soulful mystery.

"Rejoin Earth's cooperative"
s/he says
marvelously,
reinvesting in humane religion.

S/he sways silent aloha peace
namaste
have our enlightened day
empowering together.

I look away
to write to us
about us
with us
for us
emerging,
evolving our co-revolving Roots
in eggs like seeds,
sacred breeds 
and divine feeds.

Spring Skins

I could hear my heartbeat
In that moment of silence,
When darkness was all around
But my eyes were wide open.
When tears rolled down through them,
The time when I believed it was the end
But something kept me alive
Hope, I think it was
Defined the difference between the dead and I,
Lying down on the cold ground
In that moment I thought

Beneath Our Skins

If we all walked  around without our skins,
		 virtues apparent as well as our sins,
		would he look different than I do, or you?
		God said that we should love our fellow man
		although he may live in another land.
		Why is it that’s so hard for us to do?

		Though he may go by a strange sounding name,
		beneath

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