When you've seen a nude infant doing a backward somersault you know why clothing exists.
quote by Stephen Fry
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A Nude Artist
A Nude Artist
he says he is a nude artist
because he is naked when he paints
such nakedness has
nothing to do with being a nude artist
a naked artist who paints a cat or a chicken
is not a nude artist
there is no nude cat
thyere is no nude chicken
just paint a naked woman
and he will be called a nude artist
an artist is not an art
he must know that
- Frog Mantra, Accents Publishing,2012 -
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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A Nude Picture
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
It is sweeter than a candy pie;
You are real and i am here to stay.
Like a nude picture,
Your taste is sweeter than the candy;
For it makes me feel so high!
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
I am dying for your love my sweet one;
Oh girl, throw me an apple of your sweet love to run for it.
True love knows no boundary and,
Sweet love knows no barrier;
You are my precious one and, what is your hot-line? !
The only picture i have in my mind is your nude body.
I will wait for you always!
Even in the rain;
I will sing for you always!
Even on your bed;
My nude lover,
My nude picture,
What a beauty that you are! !
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Do rebounce on me always,
For your love is like a nude picture in my mind;
With the reflections of you in the mirror.
You are sweeter than the candy pie,
With much hope and dreams to the world of roses;
I will wait for you always my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Chalk White
Pieces of you, spread all over, torn in two
Forward/Backward
Save yourself, from nothing, from no one
Forward/Backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself ouy of it
You think you're right but it ain't right
You think it's right but it ain't right.
Cease the slide, use the talent god gave you
Forward/backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself out of it
You think you're right, but it ain't right.
You think it's right, but it ain't right.
Forward/Backward
Forward/Backward
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Backward
Its all backward.
Its all bad word.
Said to me by you.
How you misunderstand.
All, wrapped up,
in yourself.
Fall, who will pick you up
Walking backward,
this is my mistake, my mistake.
This is my mistake, my mistake.
Im sorry dear,
I wish I could,
read your mind.
Its my fault, how I misunderstand.
Now, dont go changing,
trying to please me.
It will never work.
Walking backward.
This is my mistake.
Always backward.
This is my mistake, my mistake.
I can,
feel this, next,
upcoming crisis will be our,
last one.
I swear.
I swear.
Walking backward.
Walking backward.
Walking backward.
This is my mistake
song performed by by Quicksand
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The Naked and the Nude
For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.
Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.
The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.
The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometimes nude!
poem by Robert Graves
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Nimbus
Thousands of miles are not inside a mile
Souls are not in a soul
Standing alone
I is not are to you
I’m not a shark of deep Blue Ocean
I’m not an eagle of highest sky
Call me as a deserter
Escaping from the nude
Towards the beyond of the freedom
Mamma please stops staring
Our history was a painted woman.
New dews are our new history
Never ever call me as an infant
I’m the herald
With our new clothes
Mamma please stops staring
Our history was a painted woman.
The nimbus is singing our anthem
Trust me mamma
We are nude anymore today.
poem by Kenebo Rajkumar
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I love to swim in the nude and roam around the house in the nude. You're just as free as a bird!
quote by Bettie Page
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Not X
nude is beauty
not a sex...
sex is not only nude...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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There's a way in which you can look at clothing as your outer skin. And because you were discriminated against because of your complexion, the way in which you could overcome that was through the way in which you presented yourself with your clothing.
Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.
quote by Frederick Leboyer
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About Her (Villanelle)
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She being found down by the shore, of Ice Lake
She being the frozen nude woman
She being the apparent victim of a madman
She being pretty like a one of a kind snowflake
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She, being frozen solid! Said the newsman
She being, negative 33 degrees below zero for God’s sake!
She being the frozen nude woman
She, must be vindicated by the hangman
She must be accounted for, never to forsake
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She must have a name? Asked the police man
She must have had some identification for heaven’s sake
She being the frozen nude woman
She was a beautiful woman
She is now but a-heartache
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She being the frozen nude woman
poem by William Cavanagh
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What It Can't Buy
what it can't buy
it will never be able smother you in kisses
it can't curl up next to you for added warmth
it won't whisper..ssshhh everything will be ok
it isn't going to sit with you and watch your children play
money will never hold your hand and walk with you
money can't bring you breakfast in bed
money won't keep darkness away by turning on a light
money isn't going to tuck you in at night
a job will never understand your worries
a job can't conceive of your fears
a job won't hold you tight
a job isn't mindful of your plight
clothing will never pray for your safety
clothing can't break bread with you
clothing won't take away your pain
clothing isn't going to soothe you when you go insane
it will not make a house a home
it can't force people to like you
it won't care if your living well
it isn't going to wonder what little soul you sell
money, job, fortune, and fame
all a shallow game
meaning nothing if no one
holds dearly to your name
Your Nude Knees
I am as mute as the cathedral, and I
Am dreaming
And all of this is the reason that the snow falls
Across the television:
I don’t suppose it is anything entirely beautiful
But then it was just the weather
Across the television in her high heels
And then I guess I knew what it was you
Were talking about through the echoes
Or through the trees while there was still
A reason and it remained echoing- echoing
Across the forgotten chassis-
While the sweet- sweet pornographies sang
Of the open estuaries of your nude
Elbows- or, or they sang as well of your
Open estuaries of your nude- or
Your nude knees.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Joki 9
a wall poster
nude girl lough
simply...
playboy watch the poster
sudenley
remove his t shirt
close the girl nude
to fell free?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Mystic
infant hands
tender fists
holding tight
rosy dreams
smiles divine
dancing on
delicate lips
god's grace
on fluid eyelids
mystic hues
ringing around
mother's bosom
swells in pride
milk of love
knows no bounds!
every infant
a mystery
every infant
a mystic!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Nude Mind
THE PIG
DANCE THE STREET...
WITH NUDE
LOUGH FOR WALK
TAIL ALSO A JOIN
WITH THE DANCE...
SOCIAL ANIMALS ARE
WATCHING THE DANCE...
NUDE MIND...
ON THE STREET
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Ideal Realm
My ideal realm exists in the country,
Where the insects are at play, and by day and night.
The whole authority lies with me,
Piercing the shields, existing where others do not.
Asking questions is my business to reach an idyllic setting,
Fixing new thoughts that are swallowed.
My knowing powers are not to be underestimated,
I can claim a care for the rich as well as poor.
For knowledge grows from the grass,
Farms are designed to conquer and recuperate,
Finding a new skin and clothing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We grown-up people think that we appreciate music, but if we realized the sense that an infant has brought with it of appreciating sound and rhythm, we would never boast of knowing music. The infant is music itself. In the cradle it in moving its little arms and legs in a certain rhythm. And when our music falls on the ears of an infant it is of the lowest character compared with the music it is accustomed to.
quote by Inayat Khan
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Inward Thoughts of an Old Husband
Gifts of clothing and toys, just because
we really need to give.
Trying to keep up with a fast crawling baby.
(a niece actually, for we can never
have one)
The end of the biannual clothing rearranging/swapping/packing/organizing
(things that she is learning
to offer to the neighborhood
sense of community) .
McDonald’s Caramel Frappé
(she is getting fatter
everyday but how can
she help it?)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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