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I'm still traumatized that I'm going to be on a big screen in a white bikini and naked so who knows!

quote by Patricia Clarkson
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The Bikini

Dressed in her bikini,
sipping a martini
she drew the looks of every roving eye.
A white sandy spot,
the sun so hot
her skin was burned by and by.
Stripped of her bikini,
still sipping a martini
she saw her mirrored image in the night.
Two strips of white appeared,
her skin had been seared.
Her natural bikini was quite the sight.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The White Of The Paper

i like the white screen
i like the white paper
because they ask such
a simple task from me

write as you wish
think as you want to
or dont want to
I feel a white dove
flying amongst wondrous
cumulus clouds

meditate as much as i wish
so that the white becomes
a mere plane of zen,
a vibration of existence

i like the white screen
i like the white paper
because they ask just
such a simple thing of me
to swing myself and exercise
my thoughts so that i let loose
clouds, birds, stars and moon
in the minds of men

i like the white screen
i like the white paper
because they always
are my best friends,
open an infinite plane
for me to act out my antics
for the good of men,
exercise their minds and
let their humours flow

i like the white of the
screen and the paper
because they are always
there to accommodate me
to let the gift from heaven flow

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Naked

So you want me to take it off
Just to see whats
Underneath my cloth
Ill show you Im every
Inch a man
Measure all that you
Think you can
Im more than what
Meets the eye
Flesh n blood is
Often a white lie
By the cover you misjudge
The book
Open your mind and take
Another look
Naked, and Im unashamed
Naked, with no one to blame
Naked, ya you want the truth
Naked, heres my birthday suit
Naked, naked, naked, naked
I pretend to be not anyone
Except me and my imperfections
There is nothing i
Expect of you
That you wouldnt
Expect of me, too
Chorus
Will you excuse me for my ignorance
cause I can see only one
Difference
Those of you who seek to find
While all the others choose
To walk n talk blind

song performed by by Extreme
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For Liyo D.

a little bit flattered
by your comment i
went to your room
and i was trying to
look for a bikini but
i found nothing except
those long bell bottom
pants, black shoes
for the funeral, coat and
tie for graduation ceremonies,
all i need is
a band-aid that bikini
for my wound.

do you have one?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blister

Take advantage of these times she said
You let me down.
It hasn't been the first time.
As I'm falling in the pit of fire my mind's made up.
I'm never coming back here.
and How long would it take me to walk across the United States all alone.
The West coast has been traumatized.
I think I'm the only one still alive.
Is it just a coincidence to see you by yourself with no direction.
Now it's time to move on.
Don't you know that things aren't getting better.
and How long would it take me to walk across the United States all alone.
The West coast has been traumatized.
I think I'm the only one still alive
When the world caves in what are you going to do for me.
Don't try and stop me.
Because I'm falling fast into this pit of fire which surrounds us all.
In a blanket of fear that I've been wrapped in for years.
don't try to stop me. You can't stop me.
and How long would it take me to walk across the United States all alone.
The West coast has been traumatized.
I think I'm the only one still alive.
and How long would it take me to walk across the United States all alone.
The West coast has been traumatized.
I think I'm the only one still alive

song performed by by Jimmy Eat World from Clarity
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Buck Nekkid

Two shots shy of a 40 ounce quart
A hand in the pocket and a hand in the shorts
Shoot me with two and don't be slow
Only got one good way to go
Get naked
Buck naked
Buck naked
It's the only way to go
Twenty six chicks, all tied in a knot
Ain't all good, but it's what we got
Get naked
Buck naked
Let me see you naked
It's the only way to go
Buck buck
I was feelin' so fine
And things were lookin' better
My baby said maybe
And I said I'd let her
Get naked
Buck naked
Let's get naked
It's the only way to go
Get naked
Everybody get naked
Buck naked
It's the onliest way to go
Get naked
Get buck naked, yeah

song performed by by ZZ Top
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A Nude Story

the light blue sea marks a boundary with a mild wave and foam
along the sands of the shore two white empty benches hold a pink bikini and a white swimming trunk
at the other side of another empty beach chair,
is the bra
the calm sea erases the footsteps towards it

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Robe

Each naked branch, the yellow leaf or brown,
The rugged rock, and death-deformed plain
Lie white beneath the winter's feathery down,
Nor doth a spot unsightly now remain;
On sheltering roof, on man himself it falls;
But him no robe, not spotless snow makes clean;
Beneath, his corse-like spirit ever calls,
That on it too may fall the heavenly screen;
But all in vain, its guilt can never hide
From the quick spirit's heart-deep searching eye,
There barren plains, and caverns yawning wide
Ever lie naked to the passer by;
Nor can one thought deformed the presence shun,
But to the spirit's gaze stands bright as in the sun.

poem by Jones Very
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The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy

THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy,
the naked sword that will be kist,
how distant seem’d they to the boy,
white flashes in the rosy mist!

Ah, not where tender play was screen’d
in the light heart of leafy mirth
of that obdurate might we ween’d
that shakes the sure repose of earth.

And sudden, ’twixt a sun and sun,
the veil of dreaming is withdrawn:
lo, our disrupt dominion
and mountains solemn in the dawn;

hard paths that chase the dayspring’s white,
and glooms that hold the nether heat:
oh, strange the world upheaved from night,
oh, dread the life before our feet!

poem by Christopher John Brennan
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Geisha Boys & Temple Girls

Look ahead, on the screen,
Slim perfect creatures and theyre just 16
Their eyes meet, this is it,
The contact so much more than words can transmit
He stands up, she gives in,
Their first encounter, their embrace within
A short ride, they arrive,
There is no doubt that true love will survive
Chorus:we are the geisha boys
Doing it wrong again
They are the chosen ones
Doing it right
Here come the temple girls
Looking for sanctuary
Naked as advertised
For the first time
Here we are late at night
We are both refugees
There is no easy way
Let it be right
Anythings possible
If you can fake it, but
The wrong place is anywhere
If youre not right
If you turn away from the screen
Another version can be seen
She is black, he is white
They love each other but they also fight
Back from work, shes not home
Another evening angry, all alone
She arrives and he departs
Misunderstandings, then the breakdown starts
We are the geisha boys
Doing it wrong again
They are the chosen ones
Doing it right
Here come the temple girls
Looking for sanctuary
Naked as advertised
For the first time
Here we are late at night
We are both refugees
There is no easy way
Let it be right
Anythings possible
If you can fake it, but
The wrong place is anywhere
If youre not right
Theres not much that you can do
Choose either one of them it could be you
The first time could be the only time
The odds against you and your hopes decline
Do it right, do it wrong
Console yourself that either wont last long
Geisha boys and temple girls
Make contact or remain in separate worlds
We are the geisha boys
Doing it wrong again
They are the chosen ones
Doing it right
Here come the temple girls
Looking for sanctuary
Naked as advertised
For the first time
Here we are late at night
We are both refugees
There is no easy way
Let it be right
Anythings possible
If you can fake it, but
The wrong place is anywhere
If youre not right

song performed by by Heaven 17
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My films are an extension of my poetry, using the white screen like the white page to be filled with images.

quote by James Broughton
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Your Naked Eyes

Naked and Vulnerable,
I lie before you
For you to behold me
With your naked eyes…

Beautiful and Ugly
I lie before you
For you to assess me
With your naked eyes…

Drenched in Love
I lie before you
For you to reciprocate
With your naked eyes…

Doused in Passion
I lie before you
For you to arouse me
With your naked eyes…

The Goddess in Me
Lying before you,
Asking
The God in you
To propitiate her
With his heavenly body
And naked eyes…

As you devour me
And savour me
In the heat and the sweat
Of our spiritual ‘coming’
I transfix my gaze
On your naked eyes…

When you smile back
In opulent ecstasy
I feel so blissful
And so peaceful
In this shameless abandonment
To your naked eyes…

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Unoffensive and Comedic

Unoffensive and comedic.
That's how they prefer,
To sip upon truth.
With no hints of bitterness.
At least none that is directed.
To upset those already,
Traumatized by guilt.

And those who would rather not,
Review those wounds...
Knitted within a quilted smoozing.
To add a flavor that is scented,
To disguise the stench,
Of layered filth!
Care not to be reminded.
With a wish to leave these activities behind!
And left to maintain pretentions gained.
Built upon sustained fantasies.
And fed like nutritious milk!

Unoffensive and comedic.
That's how they prefer,
To sip upon truth.
With no hints of bitterness.
At least none that is directed.
To upset those already,
Traumatized by guilt.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Geisha Boys & Temple Girls (Fresh Remix - Club Version) - Freddie Fresh

Look ahead, on the screen,
Slim perfect creatures and they're just 16
Their eyes meet, this is it,
The contact so much more than words can transmit
he stands up, she gives in,
Their first encounter, their embrace within
A short ride, they arrive,
There is no doubt that true love will survive
Chorus:
We are the geisha boys
Doing it wrong again
They are the chosen ones
Doing it right
Here come the temple girls
Looking for sanctuary
Naked as advertised
For the first tie
Here we are late at night
We are both refugees
There is no easy way
Let it be right
Anything's possible
If you can fake it, but
The wrong place is anywhere
If you're not right
If you turn away from the screen
Another version can be seen
She is black, he is white
They love each other but they also fight
Back from work, she's not home
Another evening angry, all alone
She arrives and he departs
Misunderstandings, then the breakdown starts
Chorus
There's not much that you can do
Choose either one of them it could be you
The first time could be the only time
The odds against you and your hopes decline
Do it right, do it wrong
Console yourself that either won't last long
Geisha boys and temple girls
Make contact or remain in separate worlds
Chorus

song performed by by Heaven 17
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Black & White Television

I looked in the mirror then
Saw my face in a dream.
With eyes sharp as diamonds
Blessed with clear vision.
Things were not as they seemed.
Black and white television
Stared back from the wall.
Is that my life?
Am I here at all?
Down in the high road, see
Motor cavalcades glide
Past shopwindow dressers
Desperately covering
All the parts they can hide.
Black and white television
Stares at me again.
Is that their lives?
Even dummies pretend.
The truth is so hard to deny.
The answer is here.
The screen never lies.
Black and white television.
Its the right television.
Show me its all a dream tonight.
The boys on the corner sulk
In their suzuki haze.
In primary colours
(each year more startling)
But they still fade to grey
On black and white television.
Its sweeping the land.
Is that your life?
Do you understand?
The truth is so hard to deny.
The answer is here.
The screen never lies.
Black and white television.
Back the right television.
Black and white television.
Hard to fight television.
Show me its all a dream tonight.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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for Arnel

This is what he wrote to me:
WEST COAST Blumpkin 'round the corner bright boy! !
and what's up with this naked lady showing off her boobs as you avatar? ?
wow! ur pretty bomb dude,
kinda wishin you are
brokeback mountain too? ? ?
lol
p.s that's my boyfriend CHAZ DIE...SEL - he's a mechanic! !

and then he wrote me again about his
sex life
his gay nights in Israel and how this country has
advanced well in the science
of pleasure,

and then i reminded him about
how he was under me in Logic
one summer
and he said perhaps he dropped the subject
because i was more of a smart ass
who carried something too heavy on my shoulder
and he did not like
that idea of having to see me
naked.

alright, he finally made the concluding remark,
that after so many years of
ponder
he said without a sigh that

he's gay.

is this a bomb dropped in the island of Bikini?
honestly, i don't think so
perhaps he did not know that we have also
advanced our views
about him
that we are not homophobes after all,
that when he dropped in class
after which he made the revelation that he had
more fun taking it at the University of California
(which i think, he lied on his teeth)
rather than suffer
the consequences of my presence
as he sees me
naked in his rather wild imagination
at 7 p.m.

how can i finish this thing off?
after all he is a smart ass too
underestimating our capacity to really
really appreciate his
human value.

Good luck and take care
be good, wherever you are.

Ponder, rotate, collide, vibrate
and do not forget
Life is beautiful. That's it

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Naked

'my family, my friends, my children, my wife...'
Have you ever tried to strip naked
i mean from body to soul

'my job, my country, my school...'
Have you ever tried to go naked
for the winds to blow and the sun to scotch

'my God, my religion, my pastor/preacher...'
you've got to try being naked
to lay out your thoughts and meet the truth

The world and all it's dwellings could belong
but try going naked for a day
and visit the realms of greatness

This is not madness but sadness
with which i beseech you to strip naked
and find the truth we've all missed

strip naked: put off the cloth of pretense
move out of the darkness of illusion
and come where naked, where the light shines.

poem by Timothy muggaga
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Eternal Screen

Eternal Screen

It`s too hot to go for a walk, I stare at a blank screen
Its afternoon, in my cabin and silence is intrusive,
a low one toned hum of doom.

Intense white screen, but when looking closer I see
myriads of tiny black squares, a mask that will not
let go of its dark secret.

I try to rip it open with a volley of words, but they
bunch back, and reduced to banality of what have
been overstated a million times.

Exhausted I erase words send them into the bleak
world of Delete, a place where surplus words and
emails are sent to shuffle in obliquity.

I read the news 228 people have fallen into the sea,
hasty words fell out of them too and into silence.
Cooling breeze, must get out and hear the day sing.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Explorations: II

It's my private theatre
The black and white
Screen moves
With you and I
As the only actors

I, the only viewer
Match the screen
Move at its pace

The film rolls
And in stoic silence
I stare as your lips
Move in carefully

Measured movements

The movie of silent era
Shot in the age of sound
Has all your dialogues
On my lips in their varied
Shades, tone and meanings
Intact!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Morning (Poem From The Movie Il Postino)

Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
you have moon-lines, apple-pathways:
naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba;
you have vines and stars in your hair;
naked, you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails-
curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
and you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves-
and becomes a naked hand again

song performed by by Sting
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