Oh, strippers make quite the display,
They strip down at work every day,
It’s not what you’re thinking,
You're off with that linking,
Just cars that they strip for their pay.
footprints in snow
my version of polar plunge
only with bare feet
men and women
strip down to their skivvies
playing man or mouse
Teetering on magma.
Just enough copy and pasted.
Jump onto a moving pine tree.
I have enough know how to trim the paint off a bench.
Strip down the clogged drain.
A fire hydrant.
Doesn’t know much about the landscape.
Just knows:
That today is not the day to be temperamental.
As I lay with you in front of me,
My mind begins to wander.
As I strip down my clothes,
I struggle to strip myself.
The ugly scar that tears my side,
The gaping wound under my bellybutton,
The stomach that swells and bloats
Can I really show you who I am?
The stereotypes were never true.
I’m not a beast who needs to be tamed.
I’m only a man who wants to love and be loved.
Is this enough to make you want to stay?
I’ll strip myself down to reveal my insecurities,
Relinquish the thought of never being enough,
Wrestle with the voices echoing to end it all
Will you still want me if I start to fall?
Laying here with you isn’t just pleasure;
It’s the first place I’ve felt safe.
I’ll give you compassion, and my trust
Is this too much for you to hold?
The door is right there, and I won’t stop you.
But if we do this, I’m giving you all of me.
Please, don’t use that against me.
I will wrap my arms around you,
But will you hold me,
And see me the same?
The river shines soft as a child’s first dream,
yet it smells of rusted, beer cans, and regret.
I dip my hands in, wanting to be clean,
knowing damn well no water erases debt.
It strokes my skin with a lover’s hush,
cool as forgiveness, bitter as truth.
I close my eyes—there’s a moment’s blush,
then the laughter of liars, the loss of youth.
The guilty strip down beside the reeds,
the innocent whisper in the reeds too.
We all bathe in the same dark needs,
the river don’t sort between false and true.
It tells me: live, even crooked, even scarred,
let the currents gnaw your pride to shreds.
There’s beauty in drowning, the fight is hard,
but mercy lies where the water I often tread.
So I breathe, half prayer and under half shown my recurring dream,
which means I could then skry,
naked to the sky, bone-deep immersed.
Have I become too old to remember,
A day that shook our senses to the core.
Twenty-Three years ago, to be exact when
Terror became fundamental, no longer to ignore.
The pages of history have clearly been written,
Yet the minds of man have nearly forgot.
They don't know why they have to show up at an airport,
3 hours early, practically strip-down, while nobody's caught.
So let this be a simple, yet distant reminder,
That our freedoms require caution, and always aware.
Because history shows that if taken for granted,
They may be undefended...and that can only bring more terror.
It's moderating, yee haw it's warming a bit
Finally it's getting above zero
Just a while ago thought 50 was freezing
Now it's balmy from a few days ago
In comparison temps can feel warm or cold
Depending on what we're accustomed to
50 can feel downright damn balmy or frigid
Really not much us guys can do
Go with the flow, that's what I always say
At 50 in the fall wear a coat
At 50 in spring strip down to your underpants
Coz 50 is balmy, no joke
So there you have it, that's my take on things
Humans are hard to comprehend
Hard to try to figure us modern guys out
It'll drive you around the bend
I blushed my heart out in front of the mirror,
already a feline habit.
I'm ready to turn the world upside down,
in your eyes,
I smile when I am asked to cross
through men's bodies,
falling to the ground out of nowhere,
at some point,
you started shaking,
when asked to strip down to the flesh
to walk through my life.
Anyway, I got you:
you are geometry applied to the bottom of the street,
the one who always extends the same hand,
to beg from other people's poems,
something to eat!
it will be twenty-nine degrees tonight
where are my snowsuits and mittens?
tearing off my outerwear now.
wanting to strip down to my knickers
high of 81 at three this afternoon
football cheers and band playing
screaming girls, handsome silent players
someone claims they saw a snowflake
was it a leaf? or a mere fabrication?
a mini spaceship? unclear but it fits in well
with the harvest moon and the witch cackles
Halloween – demonic or delightful?
October contrasts
I am not ready to face this man
Who broke my heart into squares?
I am not ready to look him full in his lying eyes
And asked him why he made my eyes overflow
I am not ready as yet to asked him if he remembers
the birth of his child, the signal from the moon,
the last Friday night of fish and chips
Wailing and speaking in tongues,
being strip down to my waist as
you held my hand and encouraged me to be strong!!!!!
That trauma was only for a very short period,
My broken hearts will never heal,
because of whom I invited into my soul
However, to reshape my heart again will take courage, but to
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting… Quote
Just before he said “How are you Are you okay?
To slam the door in the viper face once again is a step to healing.
I am an ocean, in a drop, in an ocean..
Currents within me stir into motion,
more than just an emotion -
the purest of Love.
In the unfettered centre lies the knowledge
that Heaven is not only above,
but embedded deep inside.
Let Love be the guide and it's easy to find.
Divinity is the connection -
our protection:
no separation when we strip down to this thread of light that shines through us all.
It can take only one to fall to drag us down.
But it can take only one to rise to lift us up..
Our best *can* be good enough.
When we are willing to see our common innocence..
When we no longer take offence to each other's insufficience.
Yes, patience, my fellow Creators,
we will arrive.
Forgiveness, my fellow travellers,
we do deserve to survive..
Compassion, my fellow survivors,
we are all alive
inside one another.
We only need look to see..
The ocean, in each drop, in the ocean.
Compromise......
Compromise;
We must realize
Is a coming together,
Of mutual respect
To one another’s plans and schemes.
Contemplate;
Settlements to respect
Another’s point of view,
Even in the difficulties
Of certain opinions expressed.
Concentrate;
Is never allowing,
To override
Or strip down
The dignity of the other…
Francis Cooper - Mac
I did do a little bit of grieving
And my scars are so relieving
I wish I can and do believe
That there is more to see
I love holding on to your sleeve
You’re my ecstasy next to sea
I am not done, doing my believing
Hey, you know what? I’m still breathing
Take a breath, let it go,
I'll strip down and let it show
I'll never shy down, we’ll let it grow,
For this is my thought, you should know,
That I love you tremendously
That I love you oh so immensely
And I can’t help, falling in love drastically
I know that I am in love with you fantastically
I feel empty and scared
I am somewhat unprepared
In a flair and in a blare,
I saw you there and I do care
Relax, don’t be scared,
Always know I'll be there
Without you, I’d be lost
I will always pay the cost
Nothing left to win or lose
Not even just the blues
We don’t get to pick and choose
We are here for each other simultaneously
We are beautiful, so just wait and see
I went up, to the cashier
With my bank card in my hand
She said, "Strip down facing me"
Something I'd misunderstand
"Right now and here?", I asked her
Modesty held me askew
She said, "If you want service,"
"That is what you'll have to do!"
The look on her face told me
She'd not wait a minute more
So I undid my trousers
And they fell down to the floor!
Then she rolled her eyes and said,
Words much to my chagrin
She said, "Strip down facing me,"
"Is how, your card go's in!
Brrrrr my alarm clock wakes me with a start. I open heavy eyelids to see sun streaming through a chink in the curtains. Bounding out of bed I hurriedly dress in my bikini and cover up with my shortest shorts and tightest tee-shirt. With my arthritic knees and varicose veins I am no Betty Grable, but I’m gonna prove once and for all that I can still cut it! Grabbing my surf board I head off to the local beach where my family are gathered for my 100th birthday celebrations. There is an air of anticipation as I strip down to my bikini and dip my toes into the freezing water. White spume crashes up the beach as I paddle out on my surfboard, everyone cheers as I stand and begin cresting huge waves eventually coming to rest on the damp sand. My son wraps me in a fluffy towel and hands me a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He presents me with a telegram from the Queen and a gold envelope containing a voucher for my next challenge of wing walking ...I just cannot stop smiling!
centenarian
surfs like flipper the dolphin
palm trees blow in breeze
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