Unclothed Poems

Summer Nights

I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
Twilight aids the shut eyes of young irreverent bats;
drunk with summer's furiously spouting liquors,
like the denizens of an unclothed city, they fly low,
with gambolling wings, propelled by unseen strands of evening gales,
shadowing briefly the glints of pimping stars eager to witness the next day’s
orgy.

they are everywhere

they seem to be here
they seem to be there
they seem to be everywhere.
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they're playing with my mind
they're playing with my time
it seems to me, they're way out of line

their sarcasm wriggles and creep
cutting into my soul, all so deep
inside tears fall, again i cry and weep.

wearing their knowledge like a cape
to part and share they won't let it escape.
as i continue, living inside this cage-
with unintended ignorance, as my wage.

standing outside looking at the group
thirsting for knowledge to lift the mood
instead i`m sitting here unclothed and nude
so to gain total respect, i will pursue.

down upon bended knee. i plea
undo this cage. set my spirit free
and life can be all hopes and dreams
instead of drowning in this, dark sea.

When Ash Remembers Flame

Written: May 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
Inspired from Prince Song: When Doves Fly
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I slipped the mirror mournful cry,
Where silhouettes lick the silvery sky.
There is no name or voice left to claim—
There was just airless slate and a flame.
 
 A corroded sun starts to drown,
 Its crown is a ring of ash and sound.
 I donned my wreckage as a hymn,
 Stillness buried the spirit within.

Celestial bodies discard where I've bled,
But roots remember every word I said.
I attempted to heal what mercy had torn,
With hollow hands—unclothed and forlorn. 

The breeze once sighed, "I could rise,"
 But each move was imbued with lies.
 I hooked my terror to phantom gates,
 I spotted it glitter, and now it waits.
 
I am unable to contain what life remains,
 Each flicker is exhausted to yearn again.
 So I inspire the twilight to bend—,
 Allow me flames and reach an end.
 
 If light emerges, avoid letting it blaze—
 Allow it to fall softly in darkened haze.
 Not involving a savior's dazzling flame,
 Yet anguish interacts through my name.

Open Wide

Open Wide. On Her Quest for Her identity.

Bards
   off possibility
Scribes
   of reality
Poetry
   of extreme order
Communication
    accessible
Meditations
    unclothed
Structured instincts
    penned in poems
Caesura here
   Cut off point there
Bare lines
    be gone
Flotsam
   no more
Broken pieces
   on poetic
Shores
   forgotten



Aqua Marine: 4th April 2025.

Star

I wished upon a shooting star
Tired of life’s ho hum meanderings
A wish for something more
A cure for cancer 
Food for the hungry
Homes for the homeless 
Clothes for the unclothed and 
Dreams to come true 
For the dreamers
Whether the star has
These powers never
Occurred to my 
Unadulterated thoughts
But a wish is just that
A positive flow of energy 
And thoughts and prayers

In Lotus Bliss

Synthetic is the world we’re living in.
Plastic’s life seems timeless; it can’t replace
nature’s portraits: skies that leave us breathless,
bright swirling leaves, and rustic scenes of grace.

To see gold fields - a rainbow overhead -
how can any person not feel enthralled?
I think of high peaks garlanded by clouds
and wild flowers over our landscapes sprawled.

Technology offers us illusion.
The sham of it I'm often forced to see.
Land, air and waters untouched now seem rare.
Where peace can emanate I long to be!

I want to be where silence reigns over me,
so I close my eyes and imagine this:
a blossom on an unpolluted pond,
I float, unclothed and free, in lotus bliss.

when the sun again do rise

O when the sun again do rise, 
    ‘nd you with emerald eyes,
think not, of me, in ways kind; nah!!! 
greet me as in throes; heeded greed perch’d  
    awin’ lecherous pine,  
dip me amid rude imaginings, vile; yet fine. 
think me ogre vying funsy peachy hind, or pig, 
  scoundrel even, lathering sweet pinkish chime. 

O when the sun again do rise, 
    ‘nd the sky had yet to surmise,  
before the clock boom a cry, not in vague lye 
nor spurn form’d pulsating stalk.  
   not in wholesome gown be robed; jazz-up racy talk.   

if ne’er, do, when heat fills the bust,  
    unfettered lust dine, thus,  
does truth of  bliss cum, midst the two of us?   

O when the sun again do rise,  
   ‘nd you with emerald eyes, oh let’s not do find 
exhaustion’s unclothed musk odd to us.

Wishes of a cold Ghost

Wishes Of A Cold Ghost

I emerged! fragmented from a hanging red lamp,
dripped in chemicals, washed clean, previously unseen,
wished for my place, lost in times longest tombs
unclothed now, and bare, breathed on in prayer.

From holy books stacked, but all blindly unread,
I wished for, soft spoken words, pleasantries of Birds,
a fires warmth, not dead embers and coals,
slipping in times endless, returning still friendless.

To wander i desire, wishes seem futile,spent !
Faceless Phantoms, gather and,mull ; another blind skull,
again all my wishes, particle to aged dust,
reflection lives in life’s mirror; i become deaths bearer.

Wishing to glide, in a caring embrace, held!
Maybe to return to ashes dust, my spirit to readjust,
this day again ends, for me it never exists ;
To ether wishing i am bound, once again stardust drowned.

Lost Stars

The stars of my birth
Have abandonded me
They don't seem the same
As they used to be
As far from the heavens
As the deepest sea
As far from paradise
As they could flee
They shine no comfort
No light to bear
A void as endless
As despair
Their angels lie
unclothed and prone
No feathers fall
To fly me home
No joy or grief
Will show me peace
All I have left
Is empty breath
I submit
To bleed my screams
For sacrament
Feed my pain with flame
Let it begin
There is no salvation
Without sin

11/01/2023

Groovy Lucy

Come on over Ted said groovy Lucy
For tonight I’m feeling nice and juicy
Ted appeared unclothed 
With assets exposed
For the sake of a strawberry smoothie.

Who Told You I Was Naked -

I  am on clothes I am naked 
nothing covering me but my epidermis
I'm in a mess
First stage bare stratum basale
Don't look at me raw, wrong
I'm uncovered appalled
Who told me I need coverage covering
Stratum granulosum I bet you can't see 'em
Naked for I am
Uncovered wit jus my natural nature showing
I'm clothed unclothed
Stratum spinosum, I don't want none
Stratum basale, nothing favorable
Being seen uncovered
Papillary Layer covered vessel
Naked I am I stand before you raw
Dirt-dirty in raw clay form
I am on clothes I am naked 
nothing covering me but my epidermis
I'm in a mess
First stage bare stratum basale
Don't look at me raw, wrong
I'm uncovered appalled
Who told me I need coverage covering
Stratum granulosum I bet you can't see 'em
Naked for I am
Reticular layer
In mine housed spirit form
My God has said who said I was naked 

 
8/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee 2023 ©

Pomposity

He's pomposity personified, never defied.
His vanity is all-in, his shameful glory spied
As he stands before an audience, gawking upon
An emperor smug, unaware he has no clothes on.

He is unclothed, uncouth, unhinged, a folly dud fake.
He thinks he's something, but he's not, with nonsense at stake
The cracks in his facade are there so easily seen.
The bluster, bravado are all those of a has-been.

He's clearly a fraud, an empty shell, a hollow gourd.
He's so pompous he's first to draw, last to sheath, his sword.
He bloats on every word, he boasts and brags, about him!
He craves the gaze of eyes that dote on his every whim.

But deep down, he feeds off the shallow praise of strangers,
For those who know him well, know too well of the dangers
That occur when ego is stuffed with pomposity
To make an enormous atrocious monstrosity.

Simply a Nudist Poet

I'm,
The truth, never mind you, 
Everclear dreams, 
Sipping fermented potato skins, eating synthetic heroin. 

Nudist writing unclothed poems in bowling pin streets, 
I write from the heart, 
My art mainly of people who live their lives free and Naked,
Honest, truthfully I'm humbled, my bumbling lines are unclothed.

Uniqueness, I am,
Mind blowing poet, I am,
Bipartisanship over equipped feels, 
Emotions run wild, while staring at starry at the sky Naked and free.

Living, Naked,
Cliff climbing, Naked,
Chilled drinking, Naked,
After all, i am all but a Nude poet.

Naked Southwest

Beyond the Batumi city, i am endlessly unclothed 
A.m., rose, i ran out of my bed
Hopped into a vile pleasure Naked and unbothered
Being Naked, i started my morning with dancing and singing nursery rhymes. 

Moloch departed for battle, signs in my dreams
Burning of written works and poems, Naked by my window 
In the ashes, dancing, chilled chicken noodle soup
Singing high-minded incantations, beneath a blood-red morning cloud.

Naked and making breakfast, amid the morning grins
Children playing in the dirt while dancing freely in front of the window
Elvis under shivering lightning clouds is playing ecstatically in my apartment 
Temuri plays guitar while skeletons twirl, oh magnificent Georgia.

Naked watching the sparkling plastic sea to sea
Free of fixed identity 
Everyone sees the pacific ocean voyage coming to an end
Falling into the after train misses switch.

A Smile Forgotten

Alone I am sadness unknown, a madness of my own.
Broken I am silent unspoken in this private moment, in emotion of lonesome defiance.
I am coldness unclothed, a soul provoked by those who loathe.
I am exposed by love, an oath I owe to the God above & the Devil below.
I am lost in exhaustion, in thoughts of my final option.
In denial with caution, I’m just A Smile 
Forgotten.

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