Early Works - The Naked Body
The structure of the naked body when it shows
is filled with a selected aura that glows
with skin like satin
that flows in constructive curves
around our muscles
and invisible nerves
with beauty no artist could define.
Date Unknown
poem by David Harris
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The Aura Of Being
LIKE A RADIATING AURA,
MY WHOLE BEING GLOWS OUTWARDLY,
WITH THE BURNING PASSION FOR TRUTH,
LIKE THE FIRE OF MY BEING,
MY AURA GLOWS,
YES, I WILL EXHALE WITH RELIEF,
WHEN THIS FEELING BEGETS ANOTHER,
THE AURA OF MY BEING IS ME,
I AM ME, YES I AM ME,
A SOVEREIGN BEING THAT LOVES TO LOVE AND HATES TO HATE,
THE AURA OF MY BEING IS ME,
MY PASSION FOR TRUTH,
MY LOVE FOR INTEGRITY,
YES IN THE AURA OF MY BEING, I BASK,
I WILL SING MY SONGS WITH JOY,
I WILL CRY MY TEARS ALONE,
I WILL FEEL MY PAINS ALONE,
I WILL BEAR MY SORROWS ALONE,
WHY? MY BEING IS MY AURA,
MY AURA IS MY BEING,
I AM A BEING RADIATING WITH THE AURA OF REGALITY.
MY AURA IS MY INTEGRITY.
THE AURA OF THE TIGER, PROTECTS THE TIGER.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Early Works - Wendy
Across a field of aqua green
there is a beautiful girl to be seen
her hair long flowing and dark,
her voice soft and sweet like the song of a lark.
Her name whispering like the winds of change,
nothing about her would I rearrange.
Her eyes twinkle like a mornings silvery dew
are soft and warm when they look at you.
Her skin like satin to the touch
is filled with warmth, tenderness and such.
A heart a little timid, but kind
which hold the love of someone fine.
Although it may seem no one could exist
with such beauty described as this,
I tend to disagree,
for I the writer
have found someone
her name, Wendy.
Date unknown (Probably in the 1960’s)
poem by David Harris
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I saw a lovely girl (Terzanelle)
I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
becoming a part of my heart
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal
and at times her pupils would dart
trying to zoom in with glances
becoming a part of my heart
but could cut ferociously as if with lances
and still deep down
trying to zoom in with glances
and her body were lithe, tanned brown
drawing my hand to caress with pleasure
and still deep down
some animal was hiding behind the leisure
beyond a lovely smile and wiry curves
drawing my hand to caress with pleasure
waking electric nerves.
I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
beyond a lovely smile and wiry curves
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To The Other World
try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,
do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body
take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces
this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you
do you ever ask now, where is that other world?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
quote by e.e. cummings
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The Earth and Her Suitor!
He travels with the fastest speed,
Hugs her half naked body with greed,
She tilts at twenties and hides her poles,
she has the beauty pageant for him to drool.
Blues and green on her subtle skin.
She was so beautiful in herbal regime.
Suddenly blackheads, freckles and smoke,
Whiteheads structure blemishes on her face,
The third planet under his solar control,
her children dig out and decorate her rococo,
They have their own hundreds of satellite,
Stealing his hot energy to fuel and light.
Opaque barriers not to let him in and keep him away,
so he puts her under surveillance the whole day,
She rotates and shows him the happenings with fear,
who is as visible as him, just a provider.
Name the suitor, who dries up her entire rainy tear,
Name the descent guy, who keeps her cold privacy,
Name another name, who feeds her flora and fauna,
Name anything that is as caring and loving as him.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Nude Model
I gaze upon her nakedness.
regard it with an artist’s eye.
A woman nature chose to bless
with beauty which would satisfy
Criteria which men devise
in their attempts to classify.
What is most pleasing to their eyes.
With flying colours easily.
I see her as a work of art
a subtle blend of lines and curves
and changing flesh tones which impart
A beauty which appeals to me
both as an artist and a man
I must portray as best I can.
30-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sonnet: Beauty
The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.
Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.
The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the ‘bowl’! ’
Just as how skin protects the body’s flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.
Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.
3-1-2000
poem by John Celes
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It Is Simple
when you draw a man
on your paper
do not complicate him
let him have hands
a head
a belly
let him have two legs
and two feet
do not try giving him
fingers and toes
and start tracing
the lines of his
palms
and pores of his skin
his hair
and eyebrows and
eyelids
he would not like it
the particulars
are his alone
his secrets
his struggles to define himself
apart from the rest
in doing so
you let him be
a man to complete himself
self-made
with pride to provide the missing parts
his past buried
in his muscles
his hopes intricately woven
in his nerves
it simple enough
let him have too his solitude
a secret cabinet
for his bullets and pistol
and rage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She is beautiful
She is like the silence
That flows on the moon
And she carries the aura of beauty
Wherever she goes
She is beautiful
She is like the wind
That flows on the ocean
Full of joy and happiness
Eyes of diamonds
And a heart of gold
Oh..She is beautiful
She is like the shining droplets of water
That fall from the sky
A smooth picture of light
Glorifies the beauty of her face
Smile of a babe in angel’s arms
Oh..Oh..She is beautiful
Oh..She is beautiful
She is beautiful
poem by Nabil Bhatiya
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A Flashback Reaction
When father and daughter had words
contracting muscles in my face
felt like worms crawling
under my skin
Daughter conceded, father was right,
muscles relaxed, back to normal,
a flashback reaction
to early youth
When I held my fingers in my ears
as mother and father conversed
in angry words, grating
on my nerves…
poem by Margaret Alice
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The Satin Dress
Needle, needle, dip and dart,
Thrusting up and down,
Where's the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?
See the stitches curve and crawl
Round the cunning seams-
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady's dreams.
Wantons go in bright brocade;
Brides in organdie;
Gingham's for the plighted maid;
Satin's for the free!
Wool's to line a miser's chest;
Crepe's to calm the old;
Velvet hides an empty breast
Satin's for the bold!
Lawn is for a bishop's yoke;
Linen's for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk-
Would the dress were done!
Satin glows in candlelight-
Satin's for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
"What a fine shroud!"
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Pain Flows
my pain flows with my blood
it flows to my heart
it flows to my mind
my pain floods my body with hurt
its traped in side, not way out
i grab my knife and open my skin
lettin out my pain
with every cut i feel my pain leavin me
i sigh with every slit
cuttin till all of my pain is gone
but with every day more pain i get
my pain floods my body with hurt
tryin to get out
waitin till that knife slides acorss my skin
Muscles
(michael jackson)
She said she wants a man
To always understand
But thats alright for her
Still it aint enough for me
She said she wants a guy
To keep her satisfied
But thats alright for her
But it aint enough for me
Still, I dont care if hes young or old
(just make him beautiful)
I just want someone I can hold on to
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
They say they have to see
His real personality
But thats alright for them
Still it aint enough for me
I need what the eyes can see, ah
(his anatomy)
If thats alright for them
Still it aint enough for me
I dont care if hes young or old
Just make him beautiful
I just want some strong man to hold on to
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
I want muscles
All over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
Muscle man, I want to love you
In person, I want your body
Come with me, hiding the cascades
Let this be, weve got this thing made
Lost at sea, hide the desert
Stay with me, you wont regret it
Take this love, so deep to swim in
Come to me, and let the love in
She said she wants a man
To always understand
But thats alright for her
Still it aint enough for me
I dont care if hes young or old
(just make him beautiful)
I just want someone I can hold on to
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
I want muscles
All over him, all over him
I want muscles
All, all over his body
I want muscles
I want all I can get
All over him, all over him
I want muscles, muscles, muscles
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Softness which Seduces Current Version 0453
Relaying sunlight sheet on forest floor,
curves fondling fronds whose silkiness she shares,
sweet softness which seduces, knows no cares,
and, careless, thus seduces all the more.
What matter if love-struck strangers at life's door
admiring stares, rare Beauty knows she's fair,
glows knowing those around her dare to swear
they'd seek 'neath skin deep corps to reach soft core,
for flowers bloom an hour before the score
is called and flesh departs to, lord knows where!
If Beauty's Truth, both stimulate despair
seen through Time's rushlight nothing can restore.
Blush thoughts through soul-star system ripple, river,
find mind at sea, skin shivers all a-quiver.
(14 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Unknown
This unknown figure...
This unknown place...
Where am I at anyways?
This unknown feeling that I have,
This unknown pain inside;
I can't run away from.
Unknown heart, Unknown soul,
All unknown and all gone.
Sadden by all of this and all that's left..
Is me with no feeling...
I'm gone and lost and can't find a way out!
I'm an unknown person,
And an unknown girl who can't be seen.
I'm invisible, I'm a nobody,
I'm an unknown figure to people.
I'm gone forever and ever...right?
poem by Jessica Lee
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Beauty At The Shower
naked body
under the shower
waters cascade
following the contours
the shadow
cast on the glass
i am
filled with desire
and lust
naked body
waiting on bed
just
the two of us
in the privacy of silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This is my body
This is my body that you see
It is beautiful carved by God’s hands
Smoothened by His breaths
You will love it and want to have it
To touch and caress
To be feasted upon by the hunger
Of your eyes and thirst of your lips
To be rubbed by the coldness of your body
Seeking the warmth of my flesh
This is my body that you will first see
But there is more in me than my body
This soul that seeks your soul
This beautiful soul that seeks the beauty of your soul
The hands of my spirit reaching out to your invisible hands
They have all for years been longing to clasp
My soul longing to be with your soul
So they can be together
To be fused with each other as one
To be happy and calm and perfect
To that final place where this body
Shies away because something more beautiful
Inside it shines and glows and becomes
So beautiful in all eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Babyhood
A baby shines as bright
If winter or if May be
On eyes that keep in sight
A baby.
Though dark the skies or grey be,
It fills our eyes with light,
If midnight or midday be.
Love hails it, day and night,
The sweetest thing that may be
Yet cannot praise aright
A baby.
II.
All heaven, in every baby born,
All absolute of earthly leaven,
Reveals itself, though man may scorn
All heaven.
Yet man might feel all sin forgiven,
All grief appeased, all pain outworn,
By this one revelation given.
Soul, now forget thy burdens borne:
Heart, be thy joys now seven times seven:
Love shows in light more bright than morn
All heaven.
III.
What likeness may define, and stray not
From truth's exactest way,
A baby's beauty? Love can say not
What likeness may.
The Mayflower loveliest held in May
Of all that shine and stay not
Laughs not in rosier disarray.
Sleek satin, swansdown, buds that play not
As yet with winds that play,
Would fain be matched with this, and may not:
What likeness may?
IV.
Rose, round whose bed
Dawn's cloudlets close,
Earth's brightest-bred
Rose!
No song, love knows,
May praise the head
Your curtain shows.
Ere sleep has fled,
The whole child glows
One sweet live red
Rose.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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