A poem about nudity

I've written a (somewhat long) poem I wrote about nudity! I got a bit carried away (as usual), so it also touches upon barefooting as well as the spiritual dimension of nudity!

Some bits might seem a bit offensive to some, but I've found that putting my feelings and internal conflicts into words - sometimes harsh - can be quite therapeutic when dealing with religious guilt! So, here it is!



Clothing and I never really got along,
with nudity I could see nothing wrong!
Wearing clothes was never a privilege,
yet nudity felt almost like sacrilege!

If only I could go naked to school,
or skinny dip in any swimming pool!
I wished to be naked during Liturgy,
a nude altar boy serving the clergy!

When I listened to a church sermon
it felt like being kept in a prison!
Why did it appear to be a grave sin
to merely expose my own naked skin?

Catholic dogma seemed far too strict,
this notion would lead to a conflict!
Would I not feel even closer to God
if I was completely nude and unshod?

Shall I be naked if I go to paradise,
or will nudity bring me to my demise?
Could I ever remain a devout Catholic
if I dreamed of being naked in public?

I wanted nudity to be my way of life,
clothing was only a source of strife!
Yet how can I reconcile Christianity
with such a strong desire for nudity?

In my dreams I experienced a vision,
a voice told me to leave my religion!
Do not fret about a heavenly kingdom,
nudity shall bring you true freedom!

All respect for my old faith now gone,
forever I renounced the Crucified one!
No longer an adherent of Catholicism,
I shall worship the Gods of Paganism!

My nude adventure will soon commence
even if I shall not have an audience!
I will soon proceed to fully undress,
my body shall not suffer in darkness!

My weary feet stood on the hard floor
as cautiously I opened the front door!
With great haste I took off my shirt,
I was pleased to see it hit the dirt!

If I was to ever achieve naked bliss
then pants I certainly must dismiss!
I hastily took off those awful dregs
and revealed my grateful naked legs!

For accursed footwear I had no need,
my soles shall now forever be freed!
From my feet sandals were discarded,
my weary toes were finally rewarded!

After I had pulled off my knee socks
came the moment I'd bare my buttocks!
Without underpants I will now frolic,
I was no longer imprisoned by fabric!

Footwear will henceforth be rejected,
with earth shall my feet be connected!
By shoes were my feet no longer bound,
bare soles stomped on the wet ground!

Against all clothing my soul raged,
my body shall never again be caged!
No longer will these pants be worn,
off my legs they shall now be torn!

Whenever I wore any kind of garment
to me they only amounted to torment!
As I took off the last of my chains
I was instantly rid of all my pains!

As if I had returned to my childhood,
I giggled after I exposed my manhood!
My testicles freely swinging in air,
the cool wind ruffled my pubic hair!

Long was my penis hidden from sight,
it can now proudly display its might!
My phallus is now free from solitude,
an erection expressed its gratitude!

I was a Boy Scout without a uniform,
a lad in awe of the naked male form!
No longer will I pretend to be coy,
I am now naked like a shepherd boy!

No longer was I wrapped in a shroud,
never before have I felt this proud!
I was free from the tyranny of yarn,
completely naked I'll go to my barn!

Upon my naked body livestock gazed
yet my nudity left the cows unfazed!
My bare feet stepped in fresh dung,
to my naked soles bits of hay clung!

I am no longer held down by tethers,
so I can proudly expose my nethers!
I'll tread the fields without cover,
Mother Earth shall become my lover!

As naked I explored the countryside
I paraded without anything to hide!
My nude skin was kissed by the Sun,
naked across the fields I shall run!

Dark clouds suddenly started to form,
I was now stark naked in a rainstorm!
Maybe rain was a sign of divine grace?
It brought a grin to my freckled face!

With rain was my bare chest showered,
never before had I felt so empowered!
My naked body received a new baptism,
I felt eager to fully embrace nudism!

My naked soles are trampling on crops
as my thighs are washed by raindrops!
Down my penis a stream of water flows
as I march naked between garden rows!

A naked youth ran across the meadows,
bringing bemusement to herds of cows!
My bare feet sank in piles of manure,
yet never before have I felt so pure!

Barefoot across farmland I will roam,
between bare toes oozed squishy loam!
Naked through the muck I made my way
as my bare calves were caked in clay!

Farmland mud soon became a quagmire,
I trudged through it without attire!
Bare feet flung squishy mud up high,
specks of soil now adorned my thigh!

Rain left my nude body soaking wet,
as above my blond hair the Sun set!
Upon me descended a moonlit evening,
as it suddenly also stopped raining!

Nudity was an incredible revelation,
I deemed it worthy of a celebration!
As I walked naked towards my garden
the son of Eve has returned to Eden!

A Heathen ceremony shall begin soon
as I revel nude under the full Moon!
My naked body now lit by moonlight,
in the buff I will dance all night!

To the Gods I shall make an offering,
fire will consume all of my clothing!
Back to my garden I have now returned,
so that my old clothing may be burned!

All of creation was now my cathedral,
here I was to perform a Pagan ritual!
Finally I knew that nudity was divine,
my body shall become a Heathen shrine!

Naked in the garden I shall now play,
no longer to Jesus will I ever pray!
In my garden now pranced a nude lad,
a Heathen rite he celebrated skyclad!

I will no longer be burdened by shame,
my apparel shall be consumed by flame!
I put all of my old clothes on a pile,
a blaze shall incinerate this textile!

Naked I will celebrate a Heathen mass,
as my bare feet are caressed by grass!
Around the bonfire I started to dance,
I entered a state of religious trance!

I was more than just an exhibitionist,
nudity shall become my new Eucharist!
Joyfully I worshipped the golden calf,
a sacrifice I provided on its behalf!

Clothing is nothing but horrid trash,
these garments shall all become ash!
I danced naked around a fiery altar,
fire reduced these ugly rags to char!

Into the fire I will now also toss
an old pendant shaped like a cross!
Such splendid firewood did it make,
a crucifix was burned at the stake!

Naked I celebrated Heathen sacraments,
this priest had no need for vestments!
Shamelessly I committed Pagan idolatry
as I happily indulged in naked revelry!

As I danced around the glowing ember
its light shone upon my erect member!
Mother Nature I worshipped shoeless,
my bare soles honored a new Goddess!

I celebrated a rite of renunciation,
Jesus Christ suffered a humiliation!
The Horned God celebrated a victory,
Christianity is resigned to history!

A naked Phallus has become my savior,
to Jesus was my erect penis superior!
My naked body required no redemption,
between my thighs I found perfection!

 

You should do a spoken version and post up on Youtube.

 

Hey, that's a neat idea! Though, English is not actually my native language! I do speak it quite well, I'd say, but I suppose somebody without an obviously foreign accent would certainly be a much better choice for such a task!

 

I think you should and your accent will only add to the character and enhance it.

I think this is the best poem I have ever read, and think it is fantastic, what is not to like, it's got everything to fire up your mind. Well thought through and very well written. You should be a poet laureate. You have the feeling and natural ability, that lack some what.

I have read this poem many times over, in the past few years.

 

Thank you, @Joe90 ! I consider myself a huge admirer of your "body of work", as well, so your glowing endorsement means the world to me! My creative juices have recently been flowing again, after a while, and I think they could be best used to write another poem, perhaps even more epic in scope... I reckon the focus would be on familiar themes, such as my love of bare feet, of course, but with a few other bits thrown in foor good measure!

 

Thank you, Barefoot Scout.

I would like to take this opportunity, to thank you for your glowing appraisal of my body and your posts, on many off the subjects that you talk about, that many might not see eye to eye with, but I certainly do and that is all that matters to me.

I am very excited to read your net poem. I think you have set your sights high on the last poem, but that is a good thing not a bad thing in my opinion. I wish you all the best to you and all your followers too.

I do think paganism is far too overlooked, this day and age.

Thank you.

Joe.

 

Once again, thank you very much! My next poem is most likely not going to be the last I'll post here, either... so I'm trying not to let it all out at once, so to speak. It will most certainly touch upon a rather eclectic selection of themes, such as the way Paganism interacts with barefooting (and nudism, to an extent). After all, the very root of the word Pagan originally used to mean "rural, rustic" - so, it was a term to describe peasants who still clung on to polytheistic faiths as christianity spread across the cities.

As a farm boy, I can certainly attest that bare feet and nudism are best enjoyed in rural, farmland locations - and seeing that practice of Earth-centered Pagan religions is also best enjoyed in the Great outdoors, where the worship of livestock, crops, and fertility is very natural and obvious, it seems that of Paganism as "rural" might have been some truth to the whole notion of Paganism being seen as "rural", far beyond that of a insult levied against the ignorant village folks!

And I reckon my spiritual journey also mimics that of my experiences with barefooting, nudism, and sexuality - so it's no wonder they all get bunched up pretty regularly! And when you're trying to write a bit of a longer poem, Iike I'm trying to do, it's very easy to get a bit carried away and indulge a bit in your own fantasies and desires... after all, it's a poem I'm writing for my own self, first and foremost, but that's also a way of expressing my inner thoughts and my personality - and that's something I'm really comfortable sharing here.

It's a bit like Metamorphosis - an obsession with footwear, sneakers in particular, giving way to sandals, socks, and eventually completely bare feet; shyness and body-shame transforming into prideful nudity... a prudish, conservative outlook on sex, masturbation and homosexuality being replaced by outright debauchery, and devout adherence of catholic christianity turning into fanatical polytheistic Paganism! And I reckon that's going to be a continuing theme in my poetry, since it can get a bit "rambly" otherwise!

Also, I'm always up for a chat if you ever feel like sending a message in my inbox!

 

There is no getting away that, I lick your poetry and theams and stile, and do so many more people there too.

You have aninept skill, for putting pen to paper my friend and long may it continue.

In time, I am sure, it could be published, along with multiple co-poet, all adding, their own little flare, to nature paganism and a less chaotic lifestyle. That we all have to endure this day and age.

Happy writing Barefoot Scout.