Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

"To Eros"

This time of year always brings attention to the concept and meaning of love, both platonic and romantic. One of my favorite poems celebrating homoerotic love is by the gay British poet, Wilfred Owen, who was killed during World War I, November, 1918, just days before the signing of the armistice. 

The poem, "To Eros," is below: 

To Eros

In that I loved you, Love, I worshipped you,
In that I worshipped well, I sacrificed
All of most worth. I bound and burnt and slew
Old peaceful lives; fail flowers; firm friends; and Christ.
I slew all false loves; I slew all true,
That I might nothing love but your truth, Boy.
Fair game I cast away as bridegrooms do
Their wedding garments in their haste of joy.
But when I fell upon your sandalled feet,
You laughed; You loosed away my lips; you rose.
I heard the singing of your wings retreat;
Far flown, I watched you flush the Olympian snows
Beyond my hoping. Starkly I returned
To stare upon the ash of all I burned. 
~ Wilfred Owen~

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy! 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

October Skies

Two weekends ago, my boyfriend and I took a day trip to a friend's property in order to hike the grounds and view the fall foliage. It was a relatively mild day, temperature-wise. Not too bad for mid-October. However, the morning was very foggy, almost gloomy, upon our arrival. 

We discussed the possibility of foregoing the hike. However, the trip distance and moderate temperature convinced us to proceed with our plans and take the stroll. We stripped, grabbed our backpacks, camera and took off on our merry way. Almost the moment we started, the fog began to disappear and a few rays of sunshine slowly emerged. 

As the sunlight grew stronger, the temperatures rose even higher. Soon, the cotton kofi I was wearing on my head became too much and I needed to remove it. We were both glad that we had decided to keep to our original schedule by hiking. 

By the time we took a break to eat our lunch, the sun was out in full force over a completely cloudless sky. The color of the horizon reminded me of a poem we had to memorize when I was in elementary school. It seemed entirely appropriate for the images of this day.

The two pictures below introduce and conclude the poem, October's Bright Blue Weather, by Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885).

October's Bright Blue Weather
Helen Hunt Jackson
O suns and skies and clouds of June,
and flowers of June together, 
Ye cannot rival for one hour 
October's bright blue weather.

When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless, vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When Gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;

When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls 
Are leaves of woodbine twining;

When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;

When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;

When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And counts like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.

O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather. 

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy! 

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Thursday Thoughts...

It's the Thursday before a three-day holiday weekend in the USA. Monday is the Memorial Day observance, a time to honor those who died in military service for their country. This holiday marks the unofficial beginning of the Summer season. Many are busy packing in preparation for travelling to beaches, resorts, camp grounds in celebrating the long weekend.

Rather than post anything too thoughtful or controversial, just a list of random thoughts as the weekend approaches (or for those who are making it a four-day weekend).

A must read for those who aren't morning people...

A thought we all should remember...

Another idea to bare (intentional) in mind...

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Awaiting SCOTUS...

It's now almost a month after the U. S. Supreme Court (SCOTUS) heard oral arguments on the two important cases on its' docket affecting marriage equality. Both sides in these actions anticipate a decision sometime during the month of June, coincidentally the traditional GLBT Pride Month. Hopefully, the court will favor equality and justice over bigotry and exclusion.

Amid all the negative rhetoric coming from the side favoring hate and discrimination, I felt a little ray of positive sunshine was needed.

In the interim, congratulations to the people of the Dominion of New Zealand and the French Republic. All marriages are now legal there. Uruguay is on the verge of making all marriages legal. Mexico is very close awaiting judicial action.(discrimination has already been struck down by their Supreme Court).

As we wait the verdict, a thought and a few images to remind us of the beauty of same gender love.

All love is sweet,
Given or returned, 
Common as light is love,
And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
Like the wide heaven, the all-sustaining air,
It makes the reptile equal to the god;
They who inspire it are most fortunate,
As I am now; but those who feel it most
Are happier still.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley~

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy! 

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Springtime On The Riverside...

"I will go to the bank by the wood,
and become undisguised and naked."
Walt Whitman
"Song of Myself"

Now that the weather and temperatures are at last somewhat stable and seasonal, this verse by one of America's great poets comes to my mind. Whitman, himself both gay and a naturist (although those terms weren't used during his lifetime), often wrote of his love of younger men and of his love of nudity, especially when surrounded by nature. 

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Naked Daffodils

William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 
As a lower school student, I think in either the fifth or sixth grade, we were required to memorize this poem. The lyrics have stayed with me ever since. I recall this verse whenever the daffodils reappear each Spring. For me, the yellow blossoms are a reminder of the eternity of the promise of the season, rebirth and renewal.

As picturesque as posing in a field of daffoldils may be, it does play havoc with my allergies. While my partner was shooting these photographs, I was sneezing and my eyes were watering. By the time we finished with about 12-14 pictures, I was beginning to experience a shortness of breath. The price one pays for capturing the moment of posing with beauty!   

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!

Monday, December 3, 2012

Deaf AIDS Awareness Day

This date, December 3, is also known within Deaf Culture as Deaf World AIDS Day. It is the date observed in the Deaf community as a day of education, outreach and most importantly, remembrance. An annual memorial in honor of those in our world, especially the Deaf, who succumbed to the ravages of HIV infection. It is likewise a tribute to those within our community who commit themselves to care, education, service and volunteer in efforts to prevent HIV/AIDS.

This observance began in the mid-1980s when little was known or understood about HIV infection. Outside the mainstream society, Deaf Culture was vulnerable to a new disease as this period was prior to the passage of the Americans With Differing Abilities Act (ADA) of 1991. American Sign Language (ASL) interpreters weren't mandated to be present during educational seminars in the gay community or public health departments. Interpreters weren't required for personal medical appointments. What printed information that was available about HIV wasn't culturally specific for the Deaf population. Captioned televised newscasts weren't widely accessible and those that existed were generally of poor quality.

A few of the first organizations created by Deaf Culture in response to the AIDS pandemic were Deaf AIDS Action (DAA), Deaf AIDS Project (DAP) and the Rainbow Alliance of the Deaf (RAD). These groups, and others, collaborated to initiate the first Deaf AIDS Awareness Day.

For additional information, visit: or .

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!

"whispering from the bottom of my soul
so many names to say
so many names to pray
it's taking my toll
AIDS has seized them all away
like one candle blowing away"
excerpt from the poem "Names"
by Mikey Krajnak (c)1995

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Earth Day Weekend

Celebrate Earth Day, everyday!

"The demand that we always wear clothing while in society causes at least four kinds of alienation: it alienates us from ourselves, from others, from nature and from the Divine."
~ Mark Storey ~

No matter where we live: inner city, urban, suburban or rural; do something today to preserve and to protect our environment, our home.

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!

Monday, March 26, 2012

Eloquent Poetic Tribute

Exactly one month ago today, on February 26, 2012, the life and future of a young man, still in his teenage years, was senselessly and tragically cut short in an incident that has rocked both this country and the world. Trayvon Martin was shot to death while walking home after buying a soft drink and some candy at a local business. This killing has sparked a national cry for justice and energized a call for an end to racial profiling, racism and unequal treatment under laws that are supposed to protect us all.

Since that fateful event thirty days ago, the circumstances surrounding Trayvon's shooting are slowly emerging and what is unfolding unfortunately leaves more questions than answers. The credibility of the local law enforcement agency was so compromised that both the state of Florida and the federal government were moved to intervene after the local municipal council voted "no confidence" in their police chief, who has now "temporarily resigned." All this and the alleged shooter, George Zimmerman, hasn't even been formally charged.

None of this benefits Trayvon Martin. He was barely seventeen years old when killed. Nothing can undo this tragedy and restore his life. While trying to make some sense of this untimely death of one so young, I read a poem created as a tribute to him by a fellow blogger and published author (he's one of my all-time favorite authors), L.M. Ross, on his blog: moanerplicities. This poetic memorial is entitled, Endangered at 17: Poem for Trayvon Martin. I was so moved by the eloquence and truth that I encourage all of you to visit there and read this just tribute to a young innocent who was brutally gunned down before he was able to even begin living his life. Mr. Ross' homage to Trayvon speaks to my personal feelings better than my own inadequate vocabulary permits.

Scroll down My Blog List on the left side of your screen and click on moanerplicities or visit from here:

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!  

Monday, February 13, 2012

Naked Love

Roses are red, violets are blue.

We're both together nude, and I love you.

Okay, those lines are very simple, stereotypical and sophomoric; but, they do express the sentiments befitting the season surrounding St. Valentine's Day. In celebration and recognition of the international date for love and romance, here are some images and some poetry to help get you into the mood for tomorrow. Also, in order to keep you outside the proverbial doghouse, here's your friendly reminder that tomorrow, February 14, is Valentine's Day!

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!

With looks disheveled,
flushed in a sweat of drunkeness
His shirt torn open,
a song on his lips and wine cup in his hand
With eyes looking for trouble,
lips softly complaining
So at midnight last night he came and sat on my pillow...
~ Hafiz (circa 1320-1389)

I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself, before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
~ Walt Whitman "Song Of The Open Road"

"Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time,
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime!"
William Blake (1757-1827)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Queer Youth Empowerment Month: A Poem by Nhojj

October is also Queer Youth Empowerment Month; a time to offer encouragment, empowerment and enablement to our community's young people in an often bullying, hostile and unfriendly world. I thought this poem by Nhojj was a perfect piece to honor this special designation. Read more about this artist below the poem and visit his website for additional information.

My Queer Youth
by Nhojj

Sunny Caribbean country
Sun beaches lakes
Son longing desire
My puberty awakes...

Confined behind...dark churches
Confined behind...bedroom walls
Confined tradition
My sexuality calls...

Discoveries pf pleasure
Discoveries of pain
Discoveries of Truth
Please let me change...

Some friends offer literature
Some just offer hate
Some friends offer acceptance
I read and contemplate

I learn that I am perfect
I learn to trust my heart
I learn to accept my beautiful Truth
Now my life can start...

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!

Nhojj is a proudly, gay brilliant and talented performing/recording artist and queer activist. He was born in Guyana and is the son of a Protestant Christian clergyman. He grew up singing in gospel choirs in Guyana. He moved to New York City and graduated from NYU with a BA in economics. His music is all GLBT supportive and is a variety of neo-soul, disco, house, R&B/soul, gospel and jazz. He is the recipient of 2 OUTMusic Awards and was the first independent artist to reach #1 on MTV Music with his gay "Love" video. Earlier this year, he deduted his marriage equality music video: "Amazing Grace." To visit his website, click the post title above or go to: To order his CDs, go to

Thursday, June 16, 2011

In Time To Celebrate Your Freedom...

Just in time to celebrate your freedom, fly-brother, the latest album from Tim'm West, is being released on July 4, 2011. Tim'm West is one of the founders and major players in the gay hip-hop industry, also known as homo-hop. He is a master of both hip-hop and spoken word and one of the original members of the pioneering groups in this field, Deep Dickollective. Tim'm's latest work will not disappoint as he continues to spit the truth against racism, sexism, homophobia and general bigotry. This CD will inspire and affirm our struggle and at the same time, entertain. To order your copy of fly-brother, visit his publishing and record label: or click on the album cover above.

Tim'm West, in addition to his musical talents, also has appeared in several videos documenting the gay hip-hop experience. He is also a lecturer and college instructor and HIV/AIDS activist. He has written several books of poetry and is a personal acquaintance of mine. A nicer man you'll never again encounter in this world. Now, if we can just school him in the benefits of nudity...!

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!

Monday, March 7, 2011

"On Clothes" by Khalil Gibran

"On Clothes" by Khalil Gibran

And the weaver said, "Speak to us of clothes."

And he answered:

"Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.

And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.

Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment,

For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind."

Some of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven the clothes to wear."

"But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.

And when his work was done he laughed in the forest.

Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean.

And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind?

And forget not that the earth to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."

Khalil Gibran was a Lebanese philosopher/poet of Arabic descent who lived in the early 20th Century. "On Clothes" is from his book, "The Prophet."

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!