Thursday, June 29, 2023

The Walls Are Up

by Rick Williams

After several years of sneaking,
wondering: are neighbors peeking?
The walls are up around our yard,
At last--we can lower our guard!

See, I'm the type with solar gears
that start to turn when the sun appears.
When morning sun rays light things up,
I stand and drain my coffee cup.

Then I wander out the door;
Clothes? Don't need those any more!
Shoes of course, but that is all.
(I treasure toes when objects fall.)

During winter when I can't get going
I blame the dark, and cold winds blowing.
When it's time to get work done
it's much easier now--almost fun!

Now I don't mind when I go;
out for chores or lawn to mow.
It's just so nice to wander about;
but not with clothing--definitely without.


Monday, May 8, 2023

Working From Home

[I wrote this one a couple of years ago right before I retired while working from home. I posted it, but I only posted it on my nudism blog. It should be here on this blog as well.]


Working From Home

by Rick Williams

I've been working here for months
from this "office" in my home,
and in-between my daily tasks
cobbled together this poem.

I get to sit here all day long
and do my work while nude!
All my needs are close at hand
like bathroom, drink, and food.

My wife will sometimes wander through;
sometimes naked--sometimes not,
or if she's already here and dressed
might strip from flashes, hot.

We have online meetings all the time
but naked doesn't show.
Our laptops haven't webcams,
so no one's in the know.

Coworkers know that we embrace
the lifestyle of the bare.
Hell, I wear t-shirts all the time
that tout nudity without a care.

They like to joke from time to time
about my lack of clothes.
When topics arise that they can use
hell, anything funny goes.

There's talk that this scenario
might be the way things stay.
No longer will I drive to work;
I'll stay clear of the commuting fray!


Monday, September 27, 2021

Time for MY Retirement

by Rick Williams

 [I sent this out in my farewell email when I retired from Boeing this past May 31st]

I've worked many years;
in lots of great places.
I've met lots of great people;
with smiles on their faces!

I've changed car motor oil,
sold cookbooks door to door;
I've always done whatever it took
to pay my bills and more.

I've washed cars at a dealership,
I've delivered fine foods;
spent years in a machine shop,
and was a newspaper dude.

My first time on the Boeing team
crash-ended with a layoff.
So I worked elsewhere for 10 years
before returning for the payoff.

The first day back I wandered, lost;
but finally found my crew.
I walked in the door and looked around
and saw people there I knew!

Now, many years later
My memory is waning
I’ve watched as other people left
And managed no complaining.

Now it’s finally my turn,
and out the door I go.
It’s been quite a interesting ride
and I’ve got a lot to show.

I’ve made a lot of friendships here,
and I’ve learned a lot of things.
I wish you all the very best
in what your future brings!

 

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Warren is Retiring

By Rick Williams

 
There once was a planner named Warren;
who decided it was time to be scorin'
a job, in his eyes,
that was quite otherwise;
so decided to go get himself swore-in.

He liked his new job as a screener
(though there were days that the grass could be greener).
He enjoyed talking to folks,
funny memes and good jokes,
and dancing around customers' demeanor.

His work area was a fun place to stop.
It was like a gourmet candy shoppe!
he had fancy snacks
in Costco-sized packs;
(even though some of them tasted like props)

You hardly ever saw Warren get riled.
His dimeanor: quite mellow and mild.
He's the kind of a man
that could fall in a trash can;
and would probably still have a smile.

Warren, you're going to be missed
(though your tie-dye will likely persist).
Have a great life my friend
now your whole life's a weekend!
Just don't snub the honey-do list!

Friday, January 17, 2020

Lost and Found

By Rick Williams

When I was small I started school;
Kindergarten was the grade.
I thought that it was oh so cool;
We learned, and laughed, and played.

There was a special little girl
whose red hair caught my eye;
I must have thought her wonderful,
but likely knew not why.

I'm sure I turned on all my charms,
and you know how kids can be--
I probably just punched her arm
and ran away with glee.

All the grades from K through six
our classrooms were the same.
All our art and projects too;
along with songs and games.

At the end of our grade six
my family moved away.
Time went by and life went on;
She went missing on that day.

In high school I thought I saw her once,
but she didn't ring a bell.
I remember that she caught my eye,
but who? I couldn't tell.

Many years went flying by;
relationships came and went.
I never forgot about that red-haired girl
as I searched reunion events.

The details of our own reunion--
I'll spare you at this time,
but let me just say this one thing:
We're married and she's mine!

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Those Other "N" Words

by Rick Williams

I love the feel of nakedness
and don't care who I tell.
I'll announce it to the world
and everyone else as well!

I wear t-shirts every day to work;
many with "Nudestock" themes.
They're my subtle way of saying,
"There's a nudist on your team!"

At first it was a common thing;
people would always wonder:
"Why would anyone want to see
what's usually hidden under?"

It isn't just about what you see
when you're only wearing shoes;
it's also about how you feel--
it helps you kick the blues!

Bodies differ so very much--
there are really no two the same;
so why should less than perfect ones
be made fun of and/or shamed?

I've had many experiences
of nudism over the years,
but never thought to share them;
perhaps acceptance fears?

Nobody wants to be ridiculed
about things they think or do.
Maybe I thought I'd be seen as odd
and taunting would ensue.

I'd like to think that everyone
is born a nudist at their core;
but alas, most kids are taught
to have those thoughts no more.

Instead, be sure to make it known
that you're a nudist too!
Share those thoughts with those you know--
I'll bet that some will envy you!

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Working in the Shop

By Rick Williams

I like to do stuff in my shop,
but not like most folks do.
You see, I putter in the nude,
wearing nothing but my shoes!

It's a lot less trouble to clean dirt
from skin instead of clothes,
but all the hazards on the floor
mean shoes for feet and toes.

Folks would likely gasp wide-eyed
if they saw me working there;
especially when I'm grinding steel
with sparks near you-know-where!

In summer I get pretty warm--
even undressed all the way,
but I can't roll up the garage door--
I'd be a neighborhood display.

You know the double standard
about people with no clothes?
Yeah, women get away with it,
but men don't dare expose.

Someday someone may surprise
and catch me while I'm bare,
but I am willing to play the odds
they'll not catch me unaware.

I love that I don't have to hide
like many husbands do;
my wife occasionally visits me
because she's a nudist too!

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Post Christmas Emptiness

by Rick Williams


Christmas day has come and gone,
and another year begun.
The decorations and the lights
are all put away and done.

All the shopping money that was spent
now has to be paid back,
and now we must endure
all the "end of season sale" attacks.

It's not like there's any money left
to take advantage of the deals.
We've only got "so much" to spend
including water, heat, gas, and meals.

But there was one thing that we missed;
or maybe it just stood out more:
the lack of little ones around
seemed more noticeable than before.

No Playskool and no Fisher-Price,
no screams of giggled delight.
No trucks, no dolls, no toys for kids;
there were no kids in sight.

Is this that biological clock again?
A sign of something new?
Aren't we supposed to have
grandkids by the time we're 62?

What a different Christmas day we'd have
with all the excitement little kids do bring.
There'd be paper and boxes everywhere!
Laughing and playing would be king!

The flashes of the pictures taken
would be bouncing off the walls
as we tried to capture all the fun
that was unfolding overall!

Every Christmas when I was small
the same, familiar scene took place:
Which were the kids? Which was the adult?
Oh, the happiness on dad's face!

I still remember that fun he had
all those times back then.
I liked the way he forgot his age
and on Christmas became a kid again.

My wife and I talked, and both agreed:
How cool and different it would be,
if we could borrow someone else's kids
to add Christmas chaos to our lonely tree!

Friday, October 19, 2018

Old Iron

By Rick Williams


Dirty paint, and rusty chrome;
torn seat cover over sun-baked foam.

Missing, cracked, or broken lights
on front, on back, on lefts and rights.

Wiring that was once in shape;
now full of breaks and wrapped with tape.

The brakes might work if they're applied,
but likely lock from the gunk inside.

Missing bolts and rounded nuts,
and cables full of nicks and cuts.

A left side pipe with nasty marks
from when a road made pretty sparks.

Spark from plugs? Not any more!
The battery--dead since long before.

The tires are quite a mystery;
how they hold air is beyond me.

Everything rubber is cracked or gone,
or nothing like the factory spawned.

The gas tank, capped, smells bad inside
from rotten old gas that has long since dried.

The fuel lines are yellowed, old, and hard;
the chain is there, but no chain guard.

Parts are few, and the bikes are old,
but I consider them to be pure gold!

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Old Acquaintances

By Rick Williams


Wait--what's your name?
Do you know me?
I'm glad you came,
wait... Let me see...

I knew it was you
when I looked your way
but where's your hair;
did it fade away?

Yeah, older we appear to be
when did that shit happen?
When did we lose our youth
and rock turned into rappin'?

Though hair is gray
and energy lacking
I've many miles left
that I can be rackin'!