Pure prejudice
A prude regards all nudes as rude
unchanging in their attitude.
Which they perceive as rectitude.
A sign of their ineptitude
They cannot see as pulchritude
the naturalness of being nude.
The will allow no latitude,
just being bare to them is lewd.
It must be sad to be a prude.
Because they have misunderstood
that being nude need not be rude
It need be neither lewd nor crude
Reluctantly I must conclude
that once a prude always a prude.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Guardians of Morality
GUARDIANS OF MORALITY
No nude! Low, lewd!
Prude Whitehouse, pursue it!
So crude show blue
shrewd Lord Longford, sue it!
Their attitude,
scare papers renew it,
bare fat eschew
where e’er they review it!
In modern mood,
sin, while men pooh-pooh it, -
to films, reviews, glued,
grin, smile when they view it!
27 November 1977
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Hard to bear. for M 'lady Tara
Moonlight on the water glimmers.
Highlighting the naked swimmers.
skinny dippers, just having fun
They do no harm to anyone..
It isn’t right the whingers cry,
who happen to be passing by.
It’s rude, it’s lewd, lascivious.
Perhaps because they’re envious.
They’d like to join in but don’t dare
display themselves completely bare.
Which probably is just as well
because as near as I can tell.
They’d add no beauty to the scene.
They’re grossly overweight: Obscene.
I have a different attitude
though I am old I am no prude.
If I was younger I would be
amongst them playing happily.
I used to enjoy swimming nude
I really wish that I still could.
Old age and disability
effectively preventing me
I cannot do what I used to do.
Though I can still enjoy the view.
27-Aug-08
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Sheela Na Gig
Sheela na Gig immodest maid.
A symbol of fertility.
Although the Christian church forbade
.She still appears quite frequently.
Her effigies protected by
stern laws and heavy penalties.
The old beliefs refuse to die
to no one but the priests surprise.
Sheela na Gig with legs apart
displays her femininity.
Some think her crude but she’s a part
of Irelands ancient history.
If to your eye she appears lewd
I must conclude you are a prude.
16-Sep-08
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Venus
'Venus! It's you! '
'You recognize me? '
'Anywhere! Is that your Meryl Streep look? '
'Very funny.'
'How did you get here? '
'Why, I took the train. It's the fastest way, you know.'
'But you're naked! '
'Oh, so I am. One should always travel comfortably, I believe.'
'You can't just go walking around town naked! -
not in January, anyway. Even you! '
'Don't be such a prude.'
'I'm not a prude! You'll catch pneumonia. You'll get arrested! '
'Nobody complained.'
'Look-you can wear your clothes lightly, but you can't go naked.'
'In my part of the world everybody does.'
'You're too much. That was a long time ago. Things change! '
'What do you mean, change? '
'Well, nowadays we've got-
'Got what? ...'
'Religion!
'Humbuggery! All of it! Forget it! '
'What! How can you say that? '
'Easy. Religion owes its very existence to me. You sound like someone else I know. Let me tell you.....
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Barmaid
Madeleine could never be 'naked', she'd only be 'nude',
Her puppy-fat legs make the men talk crude,
Don't call her a harlot, that would be rude,
But thoughts of her body make me feel lewd! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Epigram on Women - 0521 - after Amos Bronson Alcott - also attributed to James Mathew Barrie
Oh the goodness of their goodness when they're good,
and the prudeness of their prudeness when they're prude,
but the goodness of their goodness, and the prudeness of their prudeness
are as nothing to their lewdness when they're lewd.
Oh the lewdness of their lewdness when they're lewd,
and the nudeness of their nudity when viewed,
but the lewdness of their lewdness and the nudity of nudeness
are as nothing to their prudeness when pursued!
Epigram on Women
Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
and the sadness of their sadness when they're sad,
but the gladness of their gladness and the sadness of their sadness
are as nothing to their badness when they're bad!
Oh, the shrewdness of their shrewdness when they are shrewd,
And the rudeness of their rudeness when they're rude;
But the shrewdness of their shrewdness and the rudeness of their rudeness,
Are as nothing to their goodness when they're good!
Amos Bronson Alcott
(28 December 1991)
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I Don't Subject Myself
I don't subject myself to rudeness,
Or condone it where I go.
I see some prude who allow this crudeness...
As if ignoring it doesn't make it so!
I've earned the right to be respected,
I don't expect with demand that it's there.
But I do reject,
An offensiveness I get.
And I let it be known...
With me those actions,
Are not to be shown.
'And 'who' are YOU? '
I'm a grown man...
I don't have to prove that is true!
I don't subject myself to rudeness,
Or condone it where I go.
I see some prude who allow this crudeness...
As if ignoring it doesn't make it so!
And I don't mind,
Removing myself.
With a dignity I command...
And walking out your door!
Never to return anymore!
Leaving me and you too,
With an understanding of who I am...
If and when I should come around again,
And a common sense by then is found.
Hopefully!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prude and Quite Priggish
To an obnoxious degree,
They point out irritations and observances
To what they find offensive.
Those who qualify themselves,
The 'Censors' of what is wrong or right.
As they delight in prude and quite priggish behavior.
Immaculate births did not welcome these jerks.
Morons of societies bleeding from the darkened shadows
Of their sluttish whims.
And they have the nerve to elect...
What is good for them,
And their ill bred disrespecting lawless children!
Prude and quite priggish these snobs of moltened characters.
Sliding they do in cesspools oiled by their soiled deeds!
Making attempts to hold onto standards...
And values they flaunt but themselves disbelieve.
Although they wish to restrict those who do not uphold them!
And such nonsense is pomped with medieval circumstance!
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I'm certainly not a prude.
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Alankar (Decor) -18
Oh Bare, How Dare She Stands....
(A Tribute To The Tree Golden Shower)
Oh bare, how dare she stands sole in her space
Shedding one by one all her green, lo, nude
Bearing pain over pain leaf by leaf crude
Oh there, why pares but fate this way her grace
But friends wait and watch just where goes her race
cited march pregnant her ilk to allude
Just trends trait straight golden showers so prude
Lighted torchlike blossoms to bloom her space
Sooner sunny racemes golden flower
Haloed circle enriched enshrine our hearts
Lordess shelters us herds in blest shower
Silent diction in praise of godly arts
Succumb we in 'Sarakondrai's'power
Tributes line up, what else then from our hearts
Golden Shower-Casia Fistula(Sarakondrai)
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I'm not a prude. On the set, they called me 'Butt Naked.'
quote by Cuba Gooding, Jr.
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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXI
Yes, Italy is wise, a cultured prude,
Stored with all maxims of a statelier age;
These are her lessons for our northern blood,
With its dark Saxon madness and Norse rage.
With these she tempers us and renders sage,
As long ago she stayed the barbarous flood
Surging against her, and her heritage
Snatched from the feet of that brute multitude.
Calmly she waits us. What to her shall be
Our fevers of to--day, who erewhile knew
Caesar's ambitions? What our pruriency,
Who saw Rome sacked by the lewd Vandal crew?
What our despair, who, while a world stood mute,
Saw Henry kneel in tears at Peter's foot?
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I would never describe Charlotte as a prude - maybe at the start, but that was in comparison to the other girls. She wasn't willing to do the stuff they were doing - and I mean, thank goodness!
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Coquette
Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly gleaming
Over the shoulder of some far blue hill.
We glimpse the blue eyes of her, smiling and beaming,
We hold out our hands to her, all of a thrill.
A bloom in her lips, for a moment she lingers
Pouf! And she's gone with a flick of her skirt.
And Winter once more, with his icy-cold fingers,
Seizes us, freezes us. Spring is a flirt.
Spring is a minx. On the far forest ranges
Tip-toe one morning, all winsomely coy,
Her lover beholds her, and straightaway he changes
His dolerous drone to a paean of joy:
'Come to me sweetheart! - so long have I waited.'
She blows him a kiss as she shamelessly winks;
Then - Pouf! She is off. And the storm, unaabated,
Rocks him and mocks him. Ah, Spring is a minx.
Spring is a prude. On the city man reckoning
Profits and prices in some chill retreat.
She peeps thro' the window with scandalous beckoning
Luring him out to the sun-spangled street.
He smiles. Then she falls to a frowning and pouting:
'We're not introduced, sir! You dare be so rude?'
Then sudden around him the rough winds are shouting
Reproofs, and she vanishes. Spring is a prude.
Spring is a lade. For we knows every trick of it,
Every artifice, every wile:
Advancing, refusing, until we fall sick of it
Sick with the longing, athirst for her smile.
Coyly she calls us from out or a cover
Aglow with her promise. Delectable maid!
'Not yet!' - She evades us - 'Ah, not yet, my lover!
Love thrives with languishing.' Spring is a lade.
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I'm Me
I do what I want and how I do.
I do it all for me and not for you.
What do you care if it's crude?
I'm not that lude.
You're just a prude.
Judging all like you're so shrewd.
I couldn't care what others think.
When I do my soul just sinks.
Your pleasing manner really stinks.
You'll never find the missing link.
Always on the miserable brink.
Caring too much for what others think.
I'll do my thing. While you do yours.
To those who don't like it close the door.
They make my life a wretched bore.
I'm not here to be their whore.
I'll go forever with wit so clever.
Doing what I want in each endeavor.
That's all I need to feel quite pleased.
I do it all because I'm me.
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Pecadillo fo Friend Thad
My Guardian Angel is a prude
she has a pious attitude.
I have a little devil too
who tries to persuade me to do.
The naughty things which are more fun.
But when all is said and done
it’s up to me I have free will.
And in the end I’ll foot the bill.
If I should choose to go astray
I know there’ll be a price to pay.
But some sins are well worth the price
a small foretaste of paradise.
You know what I’m referring to.
I am quite certain that you do.
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And Why not for M 'lady Tara
On the outskirts of the city
There’s a place that’s very pretty.
A semi rural paradise
for those who can afford the price.
A small elite community
where the norm’s eccentricity.
If you should choose to garden nude
your neighbours would not think you rude.
The watchword here is tolerance
It would not rate a second glance
From neighbours who were passing by.
Although some might wonder why.
You choose to garden in the nude
because you want to they conclude.
28-Jun-08
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Wild & Crazy Dude
You may think me insensitive 'n rude
Unaware I’m just a wild 'n crazy dude
So don’t get tough 'n give me attitude
Get over my talking a wee bit crude
I ask from you kind sir some latitude
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Bare Facts.
.
The bride was totally undressed
The groom too had thought it best
To be nude on his wedding day.
The bride carried a small bouquet,
The best Man wore a beaming smile.
The bridesmaids too were in the nude.
Nude weddings have a certain style.
A very modern attitude.
The vicar too correctly dressed.
He wore a large pectoral cross.
We were all suitably impressed,
he had permission from his boss.
No need to buy a wedding dress
nor yet to hire a morning suit.
So the wedding cost much less.
Their economies had borne fruit.
They could afford a honeymoon
Though where they chose they would not say.
Bar that it cost a small fortune.
The savings they had made would pay.
The first wedding I have been to
Where nobody was overdressed.
and I have been to quite few.
I rate this as one of the best..
To prudes all nudity is rude
and so they chose to stay away.
Perhaps because they understood
their presence there would spoil the day.
Forgive me for this platitude.
They are entitled to their view.
I have a different attitude.
I was content to be bare too.
I wonder what the prudes conceal
Behind their vaunted piety.
What is it that they daren’t reveal.
Some hidden impropriety?
I do not think that being bare.
Is something that one should not do
I did not find it hard to bear
when everyone was naked too.
Each to his own I must suppose.
Whatever makes you comfortable.
Though usually I do wear clothes.
Sometimes nudity’s suitable.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Am I?
Am i a liar?
When i can't say the expected word
Am i a prude?
When i don't enjoy your lucid dream
Am i a villain?
When i long for someone somewhere
Am i a noble?
When i keep my passion at distance
Am i cursed?
When i hesitate to live a happy life
Am i blessed?
When i see a dream with open eyes
Am i myself?
When i keep wondering who am i
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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