I am a naturist poet. That seems to be the niche that I am carving out for myself, and I am not alone in that space. Those who are interested enough in my poetry to peruse more than just the most recent post are apt to see more than would a gawker. This is as it should be, and is also made necessary by Facebook's childish censorship of natural, non-sexual nudity.

La ropa del alma

El cuerpo es
la ropa
del alma.
El mío es fuera de
moda,
sin tatuajes,
ni "piercings",
ni aretes,
y bastante viejo.
Se hace desgastado
por los márjenes,
pero todavía
se puede
reparar
y remendar.
Me siento
cómodo
en ello.

The Clothing of the Soul

The body is
the clothing
of the soul.
Mine is out of
style,
no tattoos,
piercings,
or earrings,
and quite
old.
It is getting
frayed
around the
edges,
but can still
be repaired
and patched.
I am
comfortable
in it.

Mahatma

The soul experiences
through the body.
In this great adventure
all body types and
skin colors are
valid, as are
disabilities
and infirmities.
Failure to experience
is malnourishment,
repression of the senses
is starvation
of the soul.
Death of the body
is only another
experience,
as is the birth
that follows--
forever.

25 March 2017

Ducker Rap #130

We have a need,
we can't proceed
without a plan
for to a man
and woman
we are lost,
we've paid the cost,
an ocean of humanity
living in inanity,
trapped in insanity,
the serfs of forces
that we do not see.
But what if we
should choose
to lose
our chains,
be those forces,
be the sources
of our destiny?
Plant the seed,
grow the tree,
and be
and be.

--Little Ducker
30 January 2017

Together we ascend
the pyramid of desire
to offer our love
in that holy fire.

22March 2017

Digital art by Minx @BettieDaMinx

I Am Who I Am

I am who I am
and I am what I am.
The seed of life,
and all lives,
is in me.
Through wind and storm and rain,
I shall remain.