I set the camera,
strike a pose
remembering to smile;
a neighbor watches, craftily
observing all the while.
The image caught,
I’m satisfied
it captured my desire;
but blurring filters I must apply
to prevent that raging fire!
So others see just parts of me
and not the “naughty bits”;
my humanity you cannot see
just the filtered feed that fits.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The social stigma around being a nudist, especially a male nudist, is very significant.
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Comments1
This is clear in its message but it applies to being yourself at most any level. People do not want to see the real person just the dressed up one. Well done
Thank you!
Most welcome
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