Joel Delpha

Joel Delpha Poems

Knights bedecked in iron mail
'Neath colored tunics came
To slaughter those of different stripe
All for gold and fame.
...

Come my love, discard your clothes
And let us wander bare
And gambol in the sunshine
On this autumn day so rare.
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Go naked in the rain
Delight in running bare,
Ignoring disapproving glance
And shunning scornful stare.
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I watch you in the garden
Unfashioned and unjeweled
Tending to your flowers
Unembarassingly nude.
...

My wife's at ease in her favorite chair
Quite fully dressed
Though her feet are bare
I'm on the sofa over yon
...

A glorious day indeed
Which gives respite from the autumn chill.
Mercifully free of clothes,
I am bathed in the yellow sunlight
...

I awake suddenly
Awash in darkness - like the womb

Too early yet
...

She strides bravely into the wind
Her veil splayed out
Bannerlike behind.
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Delighted the juncoes
Tease me along the frozen path.
Flitting from bush to shrub
Scattering, alighting,
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I should welcome him
One day.
The oft-spurned suitor
Waiting patiently
...

Gone are the violent storms of summer
Which approach in red and orange
An invading army at the city gates.
This is no hammer of Thor
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Sign me with ashes
Like the ash from the ovens of Treblinka or Dachau
Ash from the burning shelters of Dresden or Tokyo
Ash from a napalmed hamlet
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Joel Delpha Biography

I taught and coached in high school for 40 years. I am married and have two children and three grandchildren. I am a dedicated naturist and wear clothes only when I absolutely have to. Many of my poems (but not all by any means) deal with this theme.)

The Best Poem Of Joel Delpha

'Uniforms'

Knights bedecked in iron mail
'Neath colored tunics came
To slaughter those of different stripe
All for gold and fame.

Men dressed in lace and scarlet coat
In ranks marched off to fall
Cut down by those in different coats
With sword and musket ball.

Mothers' sons from North and South
Wearing blue and brown
Met to lie together
In death upon the ground.

Uber men in deaths-head black
With scant a nod or wave
Sent the ones in star-marked coats
To ovens and to graves.

Dressed alike in charcoal gray
In board room or in bank
The rich display their privilege
Over those of lesser rank.

The uniform of everyone
Is the one I choose to wear
The uniform God made for all
Is what I choose to bare.

Dressed in wind and sun and sky
I greet with warm embrace
Those whose only uniform
Is of the human race.

The uniform I'll die in
Is that which I was born.
Sad this gentle uniform
Is fraught with shame and scorn.

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A poem is like a naked person. - Bob Dylan

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