I like to take afternoon naps in the nude.
quote by Cleo Moore
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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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fenced terrace houses
this side the cat naps
that side the dog naps
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Afternoon Tea
Tea time wont be the same without my donna
At night I lie awake and dream of donna
I think about that small cafe
Thats where we used to meet each day
And then we used to sit a while
And drink our afternoon tea
Ill take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
If you take it with me (afternoon tea)
You take as long as you like
cause I like you, girl
I take sugar with tea (afternoon tea)
You take milk if you please (afternoon tea)
Like you talking to me
Because you ease my mind
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Tea time still aint the same without my donna
At night I lie awake and dream of donna
I went to our cafe one day
They said that donna walked away
Youd think at least she might have stayed
To drink her afternoon tea
Ill take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
If you take it with me (afternoon tea)
You take as long as you like
cause I like you, girl
I take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
Every day of the week (afternoon tea)
Please come along if you like
Because I like you, girl
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
song performed by by Kinks
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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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Nap Time
Your poet kisses
poems received in gratitude
for now, he naps
dreaming placid
facets you
shhh...
all is quiet
in torrent ridden
Toronto
he naps,
you his mind
island before
the rushing of hours
shhh...
you the warmth
still
so very gentle
copyright Randy Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh
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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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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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An Afternoon Poem Is Rare
AN AFTERNOON POEM IS RARE
An Afternoon Poem is rare-
Afternoon is long after the first light-
Afternoon is a time of heaviness and quiet
A time of rest-
Afternoon is after the morning work has been done-
Afternoon is the weight of the day-
Afternoon is the time after the day has lost its freshness-
Still there must be afternoon poems-
There must be a beauty that emerges
In its own way,
Perhaps from where lovers meet
Perhaps from ‘ripeness is all’
Perhaps from the anticipation of evening
Perhaps from winter where it is the warmest time of day.
There must be afternoon poems-
Poems that celebrate all that warmth can bring-
Poems of rest poems of sleep-
Poems of waiting to believe
That in the evening
A new day and a new world
Will make life easier again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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I Keep Myself Busy
Throughout The Day
Writing poetry and watching TV
Taking long walks along the beach
Working when I can to communicate
With Islanders and our visitors
And have a ‘surprise’ fund
I love chatting with neighbor-friends
Taking afternoon naps for healing
Reeling and recalling at movies
Shopping for visuals and ‘hello’s’
Then, when the long coastal day
Comes to an end: The dishes
Are washed and put away
Lists are made for tomorrow
Just in case it comes again
Now I read myself to sleep as
A ‘sandman’ cuddles my senses
From my kissing lips to my
Fetish inviting feet. Sweet.
2010
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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Ms Le Quiche
Tired of wrapping up her naps,
Tied tightly to keep them held in place.
And showing up everywhere.
She knew in her heart,
She had to buy herself...
Some 'good' hair!
To end her anguish and despair.
And that she did.
Anchored to her scalp,
As the wind would blow.
She now glowed as her flowing mane,
Tossed to bounce around below her shoulders.
She made sure the people would know...
No longer will her naps trap!
She's be the 'girl'...
With the swiveling hips.
Flowing lucious hair!
And the one noticed...
To be 'that' girl on the go!
'Excuse me,
But...
Is your name Bertha?
Bertha Jackson? '
Oh no!
You must be mistaken.
My name is Boo'Keisha Rayon.
'I apologize.
There is 'something' about you,
That reminds me of Big Butt B.'
No...
That's not me.
My firends call me Boo-Boo Le Quiche.
I just bet they do.
Ms Le Quiche.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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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Hindus are cowards.
The Hindu Goddess was drawn nude.
The painter still has Hindu fans.
Could he have fans from his religion
Had he drawn his messiah nude?
06.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Naked, Not Nude
The nude reveals her naked skin,
looking healthy, free and fresh,
but the naked girl will win
more attention with her flesh,
gaining sympathy for sin.
It’s the private revelation
of the feelings she reveals
which excite imagination
that the nude’s bare skin conceals,
Cheshire cat without a grin.
2/13/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Offerings Moving Time Cast
the character with the hat set
at an angle of cute precision
the boots the personality the cloak
juxtaposition next to female nude
like an offering moving time cast
a couple form in an embrace her back
Picasso brushstrokes meaning is implied
offered accepted at viewers discernment will
nude dances eyes appeal to listening hearts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Disco
every night is disco night
with you im living every moment for you
seeing things in a different way
of my god im thankful that youre leaving
is there something we can do, this afternoon
is there nothing left to say
oh your love, cautions you
you are something new
afternoon
ill make it up to somehow
im laughing and youre dancing like my mother
ill teach you to go off on me
shake, shake from the horror
mirror naked feeling hot
your radio is not store bought but stolen
another night is going out
its saturday and now youve got the fever
is there something we can do, this afternoon
is there nothing left to say
oh your love, cautions you
you are something new
afternoon
is there something we can do, this afternoon
is there nothing left to say
oh your love, warning you
and you are so beautiful
youll just have to do
is there nothing left to say
song performed by by Howie Day
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Mr. Mom
Lost my job, came home mad
Got a hug and kiss and thats too bad
She said I can go to work until you find another job
I said I like the sound of that
Watch TV and take long naps
Go from a hard working dad to being Mr. Mom
Chorus
Pampers melt in a Maytag dryer
Crayons go up one drawer higher
Rewind Barney for the fifteenth time
Breakfast six, naps at nine
Theres bubble gum in the babys hair
Sweet potatoes in my lazy chair
Its crazy all day long and its only Monday
Mr. Mom
Football, soccer and ballet
Squeeze in Scouts and PTA
Theres that grocery list she left for me
Thats seven pages long
How much smoke can one stove make
The kids wont eat my charcoal coke
Repeat Chorus
Before I fall in bed tonight
If the dog didnt eat the classifieds
Im gonna look just one more time
Repeat Chorus
Balancin checkbooks, juggling bills
Thought there was nothing to it
Baby, now I know how you feel
What I dont know is how you do it
song performed by by Lonestar
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