"POETRY" by JTK.CA -- (Hundreds of Poems)

"IN HONOUR OF A HUMAN TOWER, JOHNNY BATES; IN MEMORY OF HIS BROTHER, DANNY BATES" by JTK.CA

2008-12-13T01:03:00.003-05:00

"IN HONOUR OF A HUMAN TOWER, JOHNNY BATES; IN MEMORY OF HIS BROTHER, DANNY BATES"
by JTK.CA
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Empire State Building,
King Kong on your shoulder.
You stood tall
And made us high with laughter.

Bicycle,
Running Chain Saw,
Each balanced on that
Rubber Chicken
Held in your
Severely Concentrating Mouth.
Thank you for the
Wonder of it all!
The King of Entertainment.

But one day
Tragedy silenced our laughter
And took
The One You Love
Away.

With the Weight of Your Love
On your shoulder;
A Human Tower,
You stood firm . . .
And trembled.

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"QUESTIONS AND THE ANSWER" by JTK.CA

2008-11-19T13:35:00.000-05:00

"QUESTIONS AND THE ANSWER"
by JTK.CA
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"What now?"
Inquired fear of apathy.

How long
Will free souls dance with tyranny?

When
Will hoping end our hopelessness?

Where
Will the searchers find their place of rest?

Why
Is it that we question everything?

Who is our answer?
Who is our King?

The only answer that we'll ever need
Is Jesus Christ upon the cross of every deed
And every thought in which good has fallen ill.
The only remedy is that Perfection's blood did spill.

"What now?"
Inquired death as Christ rose again.

"How long,"
We ask, "until our Jesus comes again?"

When
Will freedom invade every heart?

Why
Will many turn away from a brand new start?

Who is your answer?
Who is your King?

Where
Will the searchers find their place of rest?
Don't turn the Son of God away.
Don't miss out on God's Best!

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"I NEED A WIFE FOR CHRISTMAS" by JTK.CA

2008-11-19T13:19:00.002-05:00

"I NEED A WIFE FOR CHRISTMAS"
by JTK.CA
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I need a wife for Christmas.
I need someone to hold.
I need to find my better half
Before my half is old.

I have so many female friends.
I am really blest,
But where's the one to hold me
And share my empty nest?

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"BEING HONEST WITH MYSELF AND YOU" by JTK.CA

2008-11-19T12:53:00.008-05:00

"BEING HONEST WITH MYSELF AND YOU"
by JTK.CA
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when it comes to destiny
don't wait for me
i'm retired with an advanced degree
called a Pr.D.
(a Doctor of Procrastination)

overwhelmed with a mound of nothing to do
i think i'll nap or watch tv
after surfing the internet mindlessly

i know i said
you could count on me
but now i count all the things i see...
a pile of excuses abounds,
a mountain of things i'd rather do
than keep my word to you

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"FUZZY LOGIC" by JTK.CA

2008-10-27T16:38:00.001-04:00

"FUZZY LOGIC"
by JTK.CA
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Felicity Fernandez,
A feline fanatic,
Claws at her keyboard.
Fuzzy logic intrigues her.
She's forgotten her friends.
Her only interest is the internet
And the cats on their web cams,
Oblivious to their global audience,
Just content in chasing mice,
Robot mice,
Computer mice,
Balls of string,
Anything
That will entice.

Felicity is a poet
And cats are her mews.

She thinks like a cat,
So people perplex her.
When I talk to her,
She doesn't know what to say.
"What's the matter, Felicity?
Cat dot your com?"

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"MEDICAL MASK MYSTERY" by JTK.CA

2008-10-20T13:43:00.003-04:00

"MEDICAL MASK MYSTERY"
by JTK.CA
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Warm breath caress my chin.
Vapour of life trapped within.
Cloth covers a potential threat.
Tied around my ears and neck.

Stripes of green crossing white.
Metal strip fits my proboscis tight.
Now you're safe from anything
The air from me to you might bring.

I hold the instrument in my hand tight
And wake up when you turn on the light.

*

Before I woke, I answered a ring,
An imaginary patient calling in.
With a breath in my brain
My glasses fogged
And I dropped the dental mirror,
And my foot's reflection cracked
With the luminescent flash
As you sent filament flaming
In my psyche
With a thunder crash.

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Tad's Note: This was inspired while I had a job cleaning a dental office.

"DID YOU EVER WONDER...?" by JTK.CA

2008-10-09T19:54:00.001-04:00

"DID YOU EVER WONDER...?"
by JTK.CA
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Did you ever wonder why Jesus was a carpenter?
Did you ever wonder why He never had a wife?
Did you ever feel the love of God who became man?
Did you feel the pain when the nail went through His hand?

On Earth, Christ was a carpenter in holy preparation
For His present work in Heaven of preparing us each a home.
And on Earth, He remained single, for in His future Holy Nation,
We shall be the Bride for whom His Spirit had groaned.

So now I'll sing this little song:

"My Saviour was a carpenter.
He worked with wood,
He died on wood
And rose just like He said He would."

Did you ever feel the love of God who became man?
Did you ever know that you've been always in His plan?

You loved the sin and called it joy,
But soon you had a broken toy.

The nail of sin through Perfection's hand.
Did you ever know a love so grand?

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"NOT A CLUE" by JTK.CA

2008-10-09T19:50:00.000-04:00

"NOT A CLUE"
by JTK.CA
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I asked you for the time of day.
You said, "2:15," and walked away.

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"THE EVOLUTION OF LOVE" by JTK.CA

2008-10-09T19:46:00.000-04:00

"THE EVOLUTION OF LOVE"
by JTK.CA
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You're such a beautiful amalgamation
Of space debris.
You were billions of years in the making,
Just like me.

It's hard to believe
You were once a frog,
And once primeval slime.
But all I know
Is I love you so,
More and more all the time.

It's the evolution of love,
From the Big Bang
To these chemical reactions within my brain
That tell me I'll go insane
If you don't love me too.

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"I SEE YOU WALKING IN THE NIGHT" by JTK.CA

2008-10-09T19:34:00.000-04:00

"I SEE YOU WALKING IN THE NIGHT"
by JTK.CA
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I see you walking in the night
With your plethora of musings
And I discover in the lightless light
I'm a slave to your choosings

And though I've sung this song
A million times before
And another million times
My secret choir will sing these chords
I do not want to see you go
But fate has struck a different blow

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"PULLED IN BOTH DIRECTIONS BY THE SAME FATE" by JTK.CA

2008-10-09T11:15:00.000-04:00

"PULLED IN BOTH DIRECTIONS BY THE SAME FATE"
by JTK.CA
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You were spontaneous
Yet controlled,
Open
But fearing the door would be closed.

You were spellbound
By your own
Disbelief in dreams.

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"THE KEY TO MOST OF MY PROBLEMS" by JTK.CA

2008-10-09T10:59:00.003-04:00

"THE KEY TO MOST OF MY PROBLEMS"
by JTK.CA
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keeping up appearances
the key to most of my problems
i must not deviate from
the key to most of my problems
who people think i am
the key to most of my problems
i wouldn't want to surprise anyone
the key to most of my problems

keeping up appearances
i must not deviate from
who people think i am
i wouldn't want to surprise anyone
especially myself
especially myself
especially myself

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"THIS IS MY DESTINATION" by JTK.CA

2008-10-01T17:27:00.001-04:00

"THIS IS MY DESTINATION"
by JTK.CA
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This is my destination.
I'm free from the luggage that weighed me down,
Now back in this place I call my own,
Free to be me again,
My own best friend.

This is my destination,
A direction that stops to rest its wings.
This is my home,
If only for a few more hours
Until duties call
And the hours drawl.

This is my destination,
My mental playground,
Free from the sound of
"Do this now!"

This is my destination,
A place of rest and relaxation
And mental salvation.

This is the computer lab
And, as you can see,
I think it's fab!

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"EXHAUSTED" by JTK.CA

2008-09-20T00:20:00.000-04:00

"EXHAUSTED"
by JTK.CA
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I thought I'd write a note to you
And try to say something sane,
But, right now, Leprechauns from Mars
Are colonizing my brain.

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"GETTING MORE" by JTK.CA

2008-09-08T09:10:00.002-04:00

"GETTING MORE"
by JTK.CA
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In the quest for getting more,
I've discovered
"Less"
Is what I need.

Ironically enriching is the process
Of culling down my overabundance
Into something more sustainable
And less overwhelming.

Having too much
Becomes a form of slavery--
Slavery to more than I can handle--
And a convenient excuse for lethargy.

God has given me so much to share
With the world,
But the more I hold onto it,
The more I wonder what it all means.
The more I hold on,
The more I let go of ambition,
Leaving me in a quagmire of mire and self-loathing.

But now I'm finding freedom.
Who would have thought that filling garbabe bags
Would be the cure to my emptiness?
Actually, I've "thought" it many times;
But now that I'm doing it,
I'm discovering its truth.

Also finding things that I can live without
And share with others--
This is the freedom I'm finding
In finding myself.

I'd been lost in the
Piles of debris surrounding me.
Now I'm moving towards a life of order.
And it's not because I've given myself the order
To find order.
Rather, it's because I've found the joy--
Yes the joy
Of finding more freedom with less.

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"MOTHER" by JTK.CA

2008-09-04T01:45:00.002-04:00

"MOTHER"
by JTK.CA
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She brought us into the Saviour's Earth
As we shared in His human birth
And she shared in Mary's pain and love
For each newborn future of the world

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Tad's Note: I post this poem in honour of my sister-in-law Nancy and my cousin Cheryl, who both gave birth to new children within the past few days.
2008-09-04

"CAPTURE A CRACK IN TIME" by JTK.CA

2008-08-20T11:25:00.004-04:00

"CAPTURE A CRACK IN TIME"
by JTK.CA
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Capture a crack in time,
A moment you don't have time for.

When you have the time,
Things don't seem so urgent.
They fall through the cracks.
Capture a crack in time,
And salvage a broken dream.
It only takes a moment.

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"God is perfect,
But he is not a perfectionist."

--The Rev. Charles Price
http://www.livingtruth.ca

Tad highly recommends you visit
http://www.livingtruth.ca
for solid, insightful, Biblical preaching.

BELOW IS A HISTORIC ADVERTISEMENT FOR MY
2003 ART SHOW AT CAFE AQUARIUS.
CAFE AQUARIUS HAS SINCE MOVED TO ANOTHER
LOCATION.

Tad's show is up and running.
Here are the details.

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presents:

JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
Art & Poetry Show
at
CAFE AQUARIUS
33 Macdonell Street (upstairs)
Guelph, Ontario, Canada
from NOVEMBER 1 to 30, 2003

Free Admission

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"NOTHING INSIDE" by JTK.CA

2008-08-20T11:15:00.001-04:00

"NOTHING INSIDE"
by JTK.CA
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So often I fall
And get up again
Then wondering why
I am where I've been
I open a book
With nothing inside
I open a book
And in it I hide
People are wondering
Where has he gone
My friends answer them
He's writing a song

Hidden in pages
Thoughts through the ages
Hide in a book
Doing no good at all
The book on the shelf
Is a symbol of wealth
A wealth never found
A song without sound
For the book is dead
It's never been read
To a soul but myself
A dreamer of wealth
A wealth never found
A song without sound

The people are wondering
Where has he gone
Where is his song
My friends answer them
He's eating his bread
For he can't afford food
But his songs when he's dead
Will feed all of you

But the people scowl
We want his songs now
My friends say
Not while he's living
For he's afraid of rejections
Of fictitious submissions
He's afraid you won't like
What you haven't heard

He's afraid of himself
He's afraid of no wealth

Self-induced poverty smothers desire
He's walking a wire
Soon he will fall
Into nothing at all

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"MY WORDS AND THE MIDAS TOUCH" by JTK.CA

2008-08-20T10:36:00.002-04:00

"MY WORDS AND THE MIDAS TOUCH"
by JTK.CA
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I want everything
And I want it now,
Perfection and fame,
A place on the bestseller list,
My own publishing company,
My words in the mind of every citizen of the world.

I want to change the world
With the stroke of a pen
And the layout of a book.

I want everything else profound
To bow in subservience to my words.

But if my wish came true,
My words would turn to gold and shine
With blazing insignificance.

Greatness is not instant.
Success is not express.
Tedium and frustration
Are key ingredients of the heroes of history.
The word "breakthrough" implies
Something is in the way.

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"JEALOUS OF A STATUE" by JTK.CA

2008-08-18T14:50:00.001-04:00

"JEALOUS OF A STATUE"
by JTK.CA
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^^^ Click on image to ENLARGE ^^^

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"MATTER-ENERGY CONVERSION (text-only version)..." by JTK.CA

2008-08-16T15:43:00.004-04:00

"MATTER-ENERGY CONVERSION (text-only version)
(containing the poems 'NAKED AND SACRED' and 'MATTER IS NOT EVIL')"
by JTK.CA
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NAKED AND SACRED
--------------------------

The naked body is not "obscene";
To say "it is so" is.
To call God's creation indecent
Is a slap in His holy face,
For in His image we were made.

MATTER IS NOT EVIL
--------------------------

Matter is not evil,
Energy's not wrong.
Bad behaviour is the gate
Inspiring each sad song.

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"THE BEAM" by JTK.CA

2008-08-16T15:22:00.002-04:00

""
by JTK.CA
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I am the sin
Christ's hands were nailed to.
I am the beam
He carried there
Until its evil became too heavy
For the tortured Son of God to bear.

A passer-by was forced to carry
The cursed tree to the Place of the Skull,
Where God's own Son would die for me
To prove all of my striving null.

I am the beam
Christ's hands were nailed to.
I am the nail that skewered His feet.
I am the sword that pierced His side.
I am a disciple who did retreat.
I helped fuel Satan's pride.
I began the shouts to crucify.

God's love and grace
Are all that save me.
Christ's sacrifice
Unseals my doom,
Unlocks the gates of Hell
To free me
To enter Streets of Gold.

Heaven is too rich to earn--
Inheritance the only way.
Accept the gift of eternal life
For which only Christ could pay.

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"DANCE WITH CHAOS (text-only version)" by JTK.CA

2008-07-28T15:51:00.005-04:00

"DANCE WITH CHAOS (text-only version)"
by JTK.CA
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Flawed,
We dance with chaos--
Broken dreams mended with barbed wire--
Until Peace steps in
With mercy in His hands,
Hands pierced by every human grief
So we could have relief.

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"JUXTAPOSITION" by JTK.CA

2008-07-28T15:47:00.001-04:00

"JUXTAPOSITION"
by JTK.CA
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Juxtaposition
is more than
just a position.

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"ALWAYS HERE (Inspired by the Rev. Dr. Henry Lunshof)" by JTK.CA

2008-07-23T09:32:00.001-04:00

"ALWAYS HERE
(Inspired by the Rev. Dr. Henry Lunshof)"
by JTK.CA
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You're always here with me,
When I'm crawling,
When I'm climbing;
When my thoughts take form in words,
When I'm scrawling,
When I'm rhyming;
When my tears make rain insignificant,
When I'm bawling,
When I'm crying,
Seeing Your magnificence
Brighter than the fire of my defiance.

You're always here with me,
Longing to embrace
The one who often runs away
From the brilliance of Your holy face.

So You took on human flesh
And came to die for me
To take away my fear of death
And to spread Your Word and love through me.

I'm Your representative
And I'm amazed I've not been fired
For forgetting You rose up from death
To give me that same power.

You're always here with me,
When I'm ranting,
When I'm raving.
Through my triumphs and defeats,
Christ's grace is always saving.

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"Chemical Peaks disOrganization" by JTK.CA

2008-07-23T08:58:00.002-04:00

"Chemical Peaks disOrganization"
by JTK.CA
Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)
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I sometimes put a parenthetical "Her song"
under the title of a poem when I'm attempting
to write from a female perspective. Originally,
this first poem was written by one of my fictional
characters, Suzanne Kelleigh Parsons, in one of
my short stories, "After the Rain."

It's a story about Suzanne and her
partner Abbot Creighton, who run a
creative writing group strangely called
"Chemical Peaks disOrganization." Suzanne's
poem, "Cliché Danish Surprise," is about
her ex-husband, not about Abbot.

The second poem, "Fair Suzanne," was originally
written by the fictional Abbot, in my story.

A friend once asked me if I'm ever in an
altered state when I write. I responded, a
more accurate question would be to ask if
I'm ever not in an altered state.

"CLICHÉ DANISH SURPRISE
(Her song)"
by JTK.CA
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Sitting alone again,
Free from that human I knew so well
but didn't know at all,
Somehow he slithered,
through my longings and endless regrets,
back into this room
And offered me a Danish.
"Better safe than sorry," he said.
"We have each other.
Love is a many splendoured thing!
To be or not to be; that is the question.
It'll be alright."
And then, he offered the worst cliché of all!
"I love you!"

Somehow he slithered back into this room,
through my endless longings and regrets,
And offered me reconciliation.
I "just said no."

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"FAIR SUZANNE
(A fairy tale)"
by JTK.CA
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She tumbled forward
Into a vat of molten snow.

And young Abbot,
Fair Prince of Breckonridge,
Strode forward fearlessly
To rescue fair Suzanne,
The maiden of his dreams.

Through serpents of fire
And their brandished fangs
And dragons—taloned, shielded, and flaming—
Falling from molten clouds of fire above;
And through primeval, burning land,
Young Prince Abbot strode forward fearlessly
And rescued fair Suzanne,
The maiden of his dreams!

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"VERBAL MURDER" by JTK.CA

2008-07-23T08:28:00.003-04:00

"VERBAL MURDER"
by JTK.CA
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Bang! Bang!
You're dead.
Fifty insults
In your head.

Blast! Blast!
You're fried
'Cause I told all my friends about you,
But I lied.

I just killed a man,
But I have no gun.
In my hand I hold
The smoking tongue.

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Tad's Note:

I'll never forget the immortal words of my
dear, departed Grandma Lillie Root, after
I read her this particular poem of mine.

She exclaimed,
"What depraved mind wrote that?"

I responded, "My depraved mind. It's about
how we can kill people with our words."

She was still not impressed.

"FINGERS (Dedicated to pianist Jennifer Rivers, my chosen sister)" by JTK.CA

2008-06-22T23:34:00.003-04:00

"FINGERS (Dedicated to pianist Jennifer Rivers, my chosen sister)" by JTK.CA
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FINGERS:

Dance upon a stage of
Black & white.
Pour colour into my heart.

Aim.
Shoot.
Memories preserved on film.
You preserved on my memory.

Grasp,
Let go.
Kindred spirits part from sight.

Dial.
Hold.
The mouth will speak,
And then the soul.

Type,
Pour forth words.

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"SKYLARK" by JTK.CA

2008-06-16T23:52:00.003-04:00

"SKYLARK" by JTK.CA
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One day, as I was outside playing,
I saw a skylark flying.
She flew through the sky so gracefully,
Up so high, so clear and free.
The blue swept around her as if it had found her;
She flew to the sunset, singing a song to me,
So clear and free.

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Tad's Note: These are the lyrics to a song I wrote
around age 12. I wrote all the music and most of
the words then. Some of the lyrics came later.

"THE GRAVEYARD OF DREAMS" by JTK.CA

2008-06-11T14:50:00.001-04:00

"THE GRAVEYARD OF DREAMS" by JTK.CA
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Words tumble down the slope of hopelessness--
A cacophony of concussive crashes,
Boulders of truth
Broken into stones
The further down they go,
Until "dust returns to dust"--
Not a metaphor, but a reality.

Now buried in the graveyard of dreams,
All my hopes and fears lie silently
And they lied to me for all my years
On Earth,
My place of birth
And death.

Entombed in silence,
My bones only amplify my emptiness.

When will my resurrection come?
I know it will, but when?
I have to know, I need to know, just so I can know.
But that's a secret date on God's calendar
Known only to him,
A mystery even to Jesus,
Who simply waits patiently for our Father's appointed time,
Unlike I.

Even these words will turn to nothing
And join the dust I have become.
Then someday, out of the darkness,
Oblivious to any lost time,
I will breathe my first breath...
Again...
And forevermore.

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Copyright © JTK.CA

"WHITE ANGLO-SAXON PROTESTANT" by JTK.CA

2008-06-06T18:17:00.004-04:00

"WHITE ANGLO-SAXON PROTESTANT" by JTK.CA
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A bumble bee
Awoke this WASP
From my peaceful sleeping
Sending me in search of
The drilling of his delirious buzz.

Looking for the sound of his wing-flapping call
I found a nest within my bedroom wall.

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"JTK.CA CREED"

2008-06-05T13:51:00.003-04:00

"JTK.CA CREED"
Copyright © JTK.CA

People often attribute little value
To human life
Because they forget in whose
Image it was created.
God longs for us
More than we could ever long for romance.
Our feelings of rejection
Are nothing compared to his.
We are worth more than the galaxies to him.
Don't turn away his love.
You are worth more than you can know.
God made you in his image,
So he gave you your own will.
You can use that will to embrace or reject
The God who sent his Son for you
And offers you his Spirit too.
But it's your choice.
Your Creator respects you that much.
Created in the image of God,
This is the measure of our worth.

http://JTK.CA

"IT'S A MIRACLE!" by JTK.CA

2008-06-05T09:01:00.006-04:00

"IT'S A MIRACLE!" by JTK.CA
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"Jonathan Tad Ketchen
is sitting at his computer while fully clothed. It's the Seventh Sign!"

I have been a nudist activist for so long, it feels kind of strange to have been fully or partially clothed the past few days. It's actually kind of freeing. I have had Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) my whole life, and I'm wondering if maybe "having" to be naked as much as possible may have been one of my obsessions. I still prefer to be naked, but I no longer seem to "hate" clothing like I did until about a week ago.

I also seem to be moving away from using my NudistPoet moniker, in favour of the more universal JTK.CA, no longer feeling the "compulsion" to promote my nudist views. I still hold the views; I'm just feeling much less dogmatic about them.

Nudism is now just one aspect of my life--something that I enjoy. But I seem to be moving away from it being the "dominant" aspect of who I am.

Love,

JTK.CA

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Note: One of my readers responded that I "had seemed to be so clothed with nudism."

"Clothed with nudism"--ironic but true ;-)

I am still a practicing nudist. I'm just moving away from idolizing the philosophy. I still hold to and agree with the nudist philosophy, but I will not embrace it. I will only embrace Jesus Christ, Son of God, who is not a philosophy but "is" the Truth, just as he claimed.

Love,

Jonathan Tad Ketchen
(519) 780-1057
JTK.CA

"YOU PROMISED ME THE MOON" by JTK.CA

2008-06-04T10:52:00.002-04:00

"YOU PROMISED ME THE MOON" by JTK.CA
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You promised me the moon,
Then took away my rocket.
You sang a lovely tune,
But now I'm paying out of pocket.

So much for anything
That ties me to this planet.
But now I'm stranded here,
With my map to the stars
Forever out of reach.

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Copyright © JTK.CA

Note: This poem was published in the premiere issue of "WHAT IF?" (Canada's Fiction Magazine for Teens). I was credited as Tad Ketchen, my middle and last names. Famous children's author Robert Munsch also had a poem published in the same issue, so now I've had the honour of being published with Robert Munsch. Cool! I've never met him, but we both live in Guelph, Ontario, Canada.

"MY NAME'S A POEM" by JTK.CA

2008-06-04T10:35:00.003-04:00

"MY NAME'S A POEM" by JTK.CA
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My name's a poem
with rhythm and rhyme:

J T K
dot C A

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when-i-was-young.txt

2008-05-12T04:26:00.004-04:00

Dear Earthlings,

I just listened to Wes King's "COMMON CREED" album 3 times in a row!
http://WesKing.com
What a masterpiece! Especially the songs "Fisher Of Men," "Lazarus," and "Do You Tremble."

Wes King and I were fellow students and friends at Covenant College http://www.covenant.edu in the late 1980's.

Here is one of my poems. In it, I quote, from Wes King's song "Lazarus," the one line that has stuck with me ever since I first heard it, “Come out of that tomb of shame.”

"WHEN I WAS YOUNG" by JTK.CA
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When I was young,
I was every parent’s dream,
A compulsively obedient child.
Not so much afraid of spankings,
I was more concerned with
My eternal consequences.

Tempted by the allure of
Works-based righteousness;
Knowing Christ’s cross,
But not fully grasping its power,
I lived an anxious and worry-filled life.

Yet I hunger for those days of devotion
To my creator and sustainer.
Love for God was my motivation
And fear of God, the spark,
“The beginning of wisdom,”
Psalm 111:10a.

As years flowed across the sands of time,
I left behind faith in my faith
And faith in the historical accuracy of the Bible,
In exchange for faith in Christ.
My faith is as stable as my moods,
And, as “Star Trek” has taught me,
“History is written by the victors.”
Faith in the finished work of Christ on the cross
Is all I will cling to.
All my striving for perfection
Is vain without him.

The older I get;
The more God sanctifies me;
The more I see my depravity,
Killing any illusion I can earn my salvation.
The only death that can save us
Is the death of Perfection,
The Son of God,
Who paid our debt
And rose for us
To give us life.

Without Jesus Christ,
We are lost forever,
Not by his choice,
But by ours.

To all he calls.
No sin so great he can’t forgive.
Take his gift;
Rise to life;
As Wes King sings,
“Come out of that tomb of shame.”

Many gain the world,
Their souls to lose.
Salvation comes from Christ,
The only salve to soothe
A broken world;
For God so loved you and me
And even loved our enemies--
He takes no side,
But freely offers life to all.
Be reconciled to God
Through his Son,
The only begotten way, truth, and life.
Eternity awaits
With or without your Creator’s love.
Embrace him now.
He longs for you,
With outstretched hands
And scars to show
His love is true.

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Love in Christ
(the best kind),

Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://JTK.CA
Tad@NudistPoet.com
Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada, eh?
(519) 780-1057

"BECAUSE" by JTK.CA

2008-02-02T16:32:00.000-05:00

"BECAUSE" by JTK.CA
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"SOMEONE TO HOLD" by JTK.CA

2008-02-02T16:24:00.000-05:00

"SOMEONE TO HOLD" by JTK.CA
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"COAST IS CLEAR" by JTK.CA

2008-02-02T16:20:00.000-05:00

"COAST IS CLEAR" by JTK.CA
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"LOST IN YOUR GAZE" by JTK.CA

2008-01-19T04:57:00.000-05:00

"LOST IN YOUR GAZE" by JTK.CA
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Tad@NudistPoet.com
Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'm lost in your gaze
And thinking of days like yesterday
When you promised tomorrow
Which is now today

Forever
Lost in your eyes
Too good to be true
Or too true to be good

I'll find you
When I've found myself
And let you know
Which way we'll go

Forever
We dance in my dreams
And when I wake
It seems
You're gone

Forever
It's now clear to me
You just couldn't wait that long

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Tad's Note: Inspired while listening to the rejuvenating music of Higgs Boson
http://www.myspace.com/higgsbosonuniverse
His music, along with writing this poem, helped get me out of a quixotic funk.

"TERMINATOR HAIKU" by JTK.CA

2008-01-13T10:33:00.000-05:00

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Dear Earthlings,

Jonathan Tad Ketchen
is totally stoked about tonight's (Sunday's)
and tomorrow's (Monday's)
two episode premiere of the new TV series:
"TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES"!
Sunday, January 13, 8/7c
and
Monday, January 14, 9/8c
on FOX
http://www.fox.com/terminator

Even though Arnold Schwarzenegger won't be in this new series,
I've been inspired to write this brand new poem.

"TERMINATOR HAIKU" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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Cyborgs rule the world
Arnold is the Governor
Programmed to protect

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Tad's Note: My nickname in high school was Arnold, but I don't think it had anything to do with Arnold Schwarzenegger. I asked one of my classmates, who didn't like me very much, why everyone was calling me Arnold. He responded, "Because you remind us of that little black kid on TV," referring to Arnold on "Diff'rent Strokes," played by Gary Coleman. It was the 1982-1983 school-year in grade 9. The next year, I moved onto a "diff'rent" high school ;-) but I took the nickname Arnold with me and became really popular. One day, on the bus, a schoolmate Erin France asked me, "What, you're name's not Arnold? It's Jonathan?" I thought that was hilarious.

Love in Christ
(the best kind),

Tad (JTK.CA)
http://NudistPoet.com
Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada, eh?
(519) 780-1057
Tad@NudistPoet.com

JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
Creative Adventurer

Artist, Poet, Photographer, and Nude Model
http://NudistPoet.com

"INEVITABLE" by JTK.CA

2007-11-23T05:27:00.000-05:00

"INEVITABLE" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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I was sitting here
Thinking of you
When you walked
Right into my view

Thinking my mind
Had worked some magic
I was amazed
To see you

But then I realized
That before your figure met my eyes
I was doing
What I always do

I'm always thinking of you
So it is inevitable
That you would
Walk right into my view
When I'm thinking of you

So when you wake me
From my reverie
When I see the real face
I've been imagining
It is not magic
It's inevitable

But I still hope
There's some magic
In the way you feel

I'm always thinking of you
So it is inevitable
That you would
Walk right into my view
When I'm thinking of you

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"FUZZY SLIPPERS" by JTK.CA

2007-11-23T05:22:00.000-05:00

"FUZZY SLIPPERS" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade.
It makes a good coaster for lemonade.
When you've got time, try it with lime.
Too bad the price is now more than a dime.

Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade.
Drop it, and spill your lemonade.
Forget the lime. You've got less than a dime.
And who are you kidding? You don't have the time.

Bring your floor tile to the Christmas parade
If you're insane 'cause you haven't been paid.
And last of all, I'll say what I think.
"If you understand this, I know a good shrink."

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"I'M NOT JUST SHORTSIGHTED IN MY EYES" by JTK.CA

2007-11-23T05:10:00.000-05:00

"I'M NOT JUST SHORTSIGHTED IN MY EYES" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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I'm not just shortsighted in my eyes.
My view is just as skewed in time.
Today is all I seem to see.
Tomorrow's light does seldom shine.

I'm not just shortsighted in my eyes.
I'm too acquainted with the lies
That tell me "Life's as easy as pie
And it's also a piece of cake!"

But even pie or cake takes more than one bite,
So I must now begin my fight
And make way into tomorrow's light
Until my potential reaches its potential
And all the lies are replaced with tries
And I depend on more than the providential.

I'm not just shortsighted in my eyes.
My courage also needs some glasses
To wipe out the fear that blurs my vision,
Filling mental sight with indecision
And well thought out, senseless excuses
For looking at patience with derision.

Even pie or cake takes more than one bite,
So I must now begin my fight
And make way into tomorrow's light
Until my potential reaches its potential
And all the lies are replaced with tries
And I depend on more than the providential.

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where-tad-came-from.txt

2007-09-25T22:50:00.000-04:00

"WHERE TAD CAME FROM" by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am Jonathan Tad Ketchen
( http://JTK.CA ).

My last name, Ketchen, was Kitchen several generations ago. Kitchen was an occupational surname, meaning, the Kitchens were not necessarily related to each other; they just did the same job. My ancestors were kitchen workers in a Scottish Lord's castle, in Peebles, Scotland. They left Scotland for Canada in 1862, settling in Whitby, Ontario, later moving to Brucefield, Ontario.

My dad is a Presbyterian pastor, so I have lived all over Canada and the United States. I am now happily settled in Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada.

Best wishes to all of my fellow Ketchens!

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http://JTK.CA
Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen

BRIDGE (Photo and Poem)

2007-09-24T02:14:00.000-04:00

BRIDGE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I saw you today
A meeting by chance
And I hope I see you tomorrow

You've been where I've been
You know the scene
You're familiar with the sorrow

What can I say to you
To let you know these things I feel
Perhaps forever
They'll be shut with a seal
Infinity flustered
By a courage that was never mustered

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2007-09-14T02:51:00.000-04:00

"MY REFRIGERATOR SNEEZED"
by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1:37:58 AM--
My refrigerator just sneezed again!
It lets off a big schnoz-like bang
Whenever its cooling cycle shuts down.

Several times a day,
I hear that sound again.
"What was that?"
Asks a startled friend.
I say, "That was nothing;
Don't be ill at ease.
All you heard
Was my refrigerator's sneeze."

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JTK.CA
Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen

Tad's Note: I've wanted to write this poem for a
long time. My fridge just decided tonight was
finally the night to inspire me. My fridge generally
sneezes around every half-hour. After almost
seven years of techno-schnozzy hilarity, I've
finally written the poem I've wanted to write for
so long. I use REACTINE to keep myself from
sneezing. Perhaps I need to give some to my
fridge, as well.

2007-09-14

virgin-in-need.txt

2007-09-11T17:09:00.000-04:00

now-is-now.txt

2007-08-24T06:12:00.000-04:00

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"NOW IS NOW/THEN IS THEN" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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The future is God's to fill.
It's not subject to human will.
The future comes to those who wait.
Don't chain the present to a worshipped fate.

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Tad (JTK.CA)
http://NudistPoet.com
Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada, eh?
(519) 780-1057
Tad@NudistPoet.com

JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
Creative Adventurer

Artist, Poet, Photographer, and Nudist Christian
http://NudistPoet.com

SELF-OBSERVATION

2007-08-20T15:57:00.000-04:00

"SELF-OBSERVATION" by JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN

My theology professor Walter Keller
Called me a "wordsmith"--
A cherished compliment to a writer.

In speech, when speaking off the top of my head,
I am a stumbling, stuttering buffoon.
I stutter in phrases, not words.

In writing, though, I am finely crafted and polished--
Tinkered and tested in the cauldron of time,
And proofread twenty times.

No matter how long a poem has been published,
I never have any qualms about a fine tuning
To my word tune.
Perfection is my goal...
And vanity my vice.
I rarely read, unless they are my own words.

Self-Observation
To be continued...

© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
JTK.CA

things.txt

2007-07-14T06:52:00.000-04:00

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Dear Earthlings,

DADDY KETCHEN (my brother) has created some really cool Electronica music,
and I created the front cover for his album, "What the...?"

Check out DADDY KETCHEN
http://myspace.com/daddyketchen

I offer this poetry mailing list and my website
http://NudistPoet.com
free of charge. I love sharing my creative adventures
and insights with the world. If you would like to consider
making a donation to help keep my creating alive, please
click on the "Make a Donation" button at the top of
my page
http://NudistPoet.com

Thanks very much.

Now, on to today's poem. I'm way behind in producing
"ABRAXIA THE DANCER"
(my latest book of poems). I have a D.P. (Doctor of
Procrastination). Anyway, the concept of the book
will be a series of poems all inspired by Abraxia,
a fictitious name I've given to a very real female
friend I once had an unrequited crush on. She inspired
at least 20 poems, so I figured I'd collect them
together to show how much one soul can impact another.
"Eventually" it will be in your hands (if you buy it, of course ;-)

So, here is one of the many poems inspired by my love for Abraxia. Enjoy.

"THINGS (Abraxia's song)" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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You give me too many things.
I don't want things.
I'm drowning in your affection for me.
I want you to be thingless
When you come to me.
I want to see you,
Not your products,
Not your creations,
Not your poems.

You give me too much of your heart
And try to manufacture love for you in mine.
But I regret to inform you,
You're not licensed to work in my factory of emotions.

You give me too many things.
I don't want things.
Be thingless when you come to me.

Then, maybe things with us can happen--
As friends,
As friends,
As friends.

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Love in Christ
(the best kind),

Tad (JTK.CA)
http://NudistPoet.com
Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada, eh?
(519) 780-1057
Tad@NudistPoet.com

JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
Creative Adventurer

Artist, Poet, Photographer, and Nude Model
http://NudistPoet.com

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2007-07-09T14:17:00.000-04:00

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"EPIPHANY" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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Copyright © JTK.CA

Romans 6:23 says, "The wages of sin is death." I just had an epiphany--God does not kill us; we all commit suicide. God told us not to eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil because it would kill us. But we did it anyway; of our own free will, we killed ourselves. Some Christians believe that suicide is an unforgiveable sin. I disagree, since we all commit suicide by sinning. Jesus is our only hope of resurrection.

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Tad (JTK.CA)
http://NudistPoet.com
Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada, eh?
(519) 780-1057
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JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
Creative Adventurer

Artist, Poet, Photographer, and Nudist Christian
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"IN THE LIQUID AIR (Funeral for Her Fallen Fellow Fish)" :::: © JTK.CA

2007-07-07T16:42:00.002-04:00

|^| TAD'S JTK.CA POETRY |^|

poetry by
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
http://NudistPoet.com

The ONE official website of Tad (JTK.CA)
goes by these FOUR interchangeable domain names
NudistPoet.com = JTK.CA = TadCreations.com = NudeCreations.com
Tad says to just think of the four alternating names as
"Me, Myself, and I, plus the voices in my head"

JTK.CA
serves as the official pen name of
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN

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Dear Earthlings,

While a student at Valparaiso University, Valparaiso, Indiana
http://www.valpo.edu
from 1992 to 1995, I enjoyed hanging out in the Student Union's upstairs lounge. I called it the Aquarium Lounge for the fish who made their home there.

One day I noticed a dead fish at the bottom of the aquarium. I know dead fish are supposed to float, but this one was lying on the pebbles at the bottom of the tank. And another fish was hovering over his body like someone mourning at their lover's graveside. So, this is a true story, or, at least, my interpretation of a true story. Enjoy.

"IN THE LIQUID AIR
(Funeral for Her Fallen Fellow Fish)"
by JTK.CA
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She struggles among questions/cares
And bug-eyed, buzzing (in water) stares
At him who is but isn't there,
Having fallen from his aquatic air.

She hovers close, but at a distance,
Curious, but afraid of his motionless stance.
With the confusion see her dance
As he lies on the pebbles of fate and chance.

With a mind the size of a grain of sand,
See her struggle with the unplanned
And above an empty body stand
On the liquid graveyard land.

Lifeless there he lies below her.
That rambunctious fish will no longer stir
Nor entertain primitive love thoughts of her.
She cries dry tears in the liquid air.

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Aquatically yours,

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Tad's chat and other online usernames:
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NudistPoet |^| ( http://PlentyOfFish.com )

Tad (JTK.CA) is happily settled in
Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada
http://guelph.ca
a very artistic city, in which Tad has done
several art shows and readings of his poetry.

Tad (JTK.CA) is a member of
THE FOUR SEASONS FAMILY NUDIST RESORT
http://TheFourSeasons.com
in Freelton, Ontario, Canada (between Guelph and Hamilton).
Tad's guests can visit for free, if visiting with him.
Let him know if you're interested.

Tad (JTK.CA) is not the only Nudist Christian; there are many.
Tad is a member of
http://www.Naturist-Christians.org

Thanks for reading "Tad's JTK.CA Poetry." Lots more of his art, poetry, photography,
and other creative adventures
can be enjoyed at his official website
http://NudistPoet.com

Comments, questions, and puzzled stares ;-P are always welcome!

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writers-block.txt

2007-07-01T22:13:00.000-04:00

relic.txt

2007-06-27T02:49:00.001-04:00

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"THE RELIC" by JTK.CA
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"Hiding away the human body in shame"
Is a relic of Victorian philosophy
And was Adam's second mistake.
Now, Madison Avenue makes us hate
The thing we hide away.

Pornography sits comfortably,
In the Variety Store,
On a shelf that any teenager can reach,
While down the road,
At a nearby beach,
A nude sunbather is arrested
For indecent exposure.

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brain-fries.txt

2007-06-26T06:42:00.000-04:00

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"BRAIN FRIES" by JTK.CA
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* Mood: Stupefied
* Listening to: the big fan. It's hot in here.
* Reading: these words that I'm typing.
* Watching: the screen of my laptop.
* Playing: Klingon Checkers.
* Eating: my thoughts.
* Drinking: the Milky Way.

Fast food leads to the invention of fast sanity.
I go to the Fast Sanity restaurant and make my order:
One Symposium sandwich and a large diet Orange Genius.
The girl behind the counter asks,
"Would you like Brain Fries with that?"
I say, "No thanks; my brain's already fried."

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millipede.txt

2007-06-19T02:15:00.000-04:00

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"MILLIPEDE" by JTK.CA
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Nasty millipede
Ran across my wall
Like an accordion on steroids,
Until its music ended,
Smeared across my palm.

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im-loving-getting-old.txt

2007-06-09T09:24:00.000-04:00

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Dear Earthlings,

"I'M LOVING GETTING OLD" by JTK.CA

I'm loving getting old. So many things in my life have fallen into place and are settled now. Why on earth would I want to struggle to attain these blessings all over again? I've got more stuff to achieve. Leave the previous struggles behind; learn from them, but leave them behind. School is one thing I am sooooooooo glad is over. It's such a relief to "have" my Bachelor of Arts instead of still being working towards it. I am getting old, because I received my B.A. eleven years ago, and graduated from high school twenty years ago. Amazing. I remember one day in grade 3, standing by the coat rack at school, and thinking, "This is never going to end." Now I can't believe its been over for so long. And I never get tired of a life without homework; good riddance to homework!

I will turn 40 on New Year's Eve, at 9:44 PM, Eastern Time. I am so looking forward to that! I think it will be a big relief--a sort of "There's no going back" moment. I'll completely and totally be out of my youth; and I'll finally be "over" the proverbial hill. I think, with the chronological odometer hitting 40, I'll also be completely comfortable in my skin, as if to say, "I'm over 40, and this is who I am, whether you like it or not. I'm not going to worry about what people think, or try to conform to some stereotype of who I should be. I am me. You may be you, but I am me." Of course, I've already got a lot of that in me; I just think the 40 mark will be a sort of official stamp on my individuality. I look forward to that symbolic moment!

Ramble: Copyright © Jonathan Tad "JTK.CA" Ketchen (NudistPoet.com)

Tad's Note: Inspired by my brilliant and talented cyberfriend, Tristan Kelly
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amplified.txt

2007-06-08T18:34:00.000-04:00

"AMPLIFIED" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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Amplified and confused,
The sound of my own silence
Deafens me.
For whatever I yearn,
Which way to turn
Is a mystery.

Honesty rears its ugly head
And once again too much is said
And I cause a friend to bleed,
Not physically, but in the spirit.
When will I learn
To spurn my own ego
And put myself in the other's shoes?
So much to choose, and so many results,
Good or bad,
Happy or sad,
That often aren't clear until the end.
I hate it when I lose a friend.

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social-anxiety-disorder.txt

2007-05-06T16:09:00.000-04:00

Dear Earthings,

As you already likely know, I receive Disability pensions for my Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD). OCD is my only official diagnosis, and it is enough of a friendly demon to live with. However, I think I also have "Social Anxiety Disorder" and am "BiPolar." Like I said, OCD is enough to deal with, so I'm not going to try treating 3 mental illnesses, which would probably end up causing even more.

For a brand new poem, I often say,
"This is hot off my mental presses."
For this one though, I'll say,
"This is hot off my mental depresses."

"SOCIAL ANXIETY DISORDER" by JTK.CA
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Yesterday, the city I wandered,
Feeling lonely in the crowd.

Today, I'm home alone,
Dreaming stories to myself.
I think about going out
To let the real world in,
But I'll probably just stay inside
With "Solitude" and "Fear,"
My constant friends.

Tomorrow's full of promise,
But today is all I have.
And promises are broken,
So why even reach out to grab?

Today is all I have
And about all that I can handle.
My struggle with Solitude and Fear
Makes for a very quiet battle.

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Love in Christ
(my only hope).
{I gave up on Obi-Wan Kenobi} ;-)

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feigning-luck.txt

2007-04-29T08:59:00.000-04:00

"FEIGNING LUCK" by JTK.CA
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Feigning luck,
I'll pull a crank;
Yank a practical joker out of the deck;
Phone you in the voice of Ed McMahon
And tell you you've just won
Negative ten million dollars,
And all you have to do to get rich is
Travel with it into an opposite universe.

Feigning mathematical improbabilities,
I'll bring you a long shot on a silver platter
And proclaim,
"You are one in a million!"
Neglecting to mention the six thousand others.*

Feigning luck,
I'll pull the crank
Of a one-armed bandit,
And take you for everything you've got.

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* Tad's Note: As the world's population of 6,586,687,679 (estimated at 9:11 AM, 2007-04-29) increases by more than one person per second
http://www.onlineconversion.com/world_population.htm
I'll have to edit the poem from saying "six thousand others" to saying "seven thousand others" pretty soon. Originally it said "five thousand others," because the world population was five billion when I originally wrote the poem. So, next time someone tells you that you are "one in a million," realize that there are 6.586687679 thousand other "one in a millions"...approximately ;-)

Mathematically yours,

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review-shortbus.txt

2007-04-24T00:21:00.000-04:00

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Dear Earthlings,

As you know, I usually have trouble expressing my deepest thoughts and feelings...NOT! ;-)
Anyway, I just wanted to let some of you know that, in this letter, I am a little more open and honest than usual on the topic of sex, specifically my hopes and fears relating to it. Many of you are cherished friends and family, and I don't want to offend any of you, so I thought I'd just give that little warning before you read any further. It's up to you.

I just bought and watched the uncensored DVD of the critically acclaimed and controversial movie
"SHORTBUS"
http://imdb.com/title/tt0367027/

Besides its explicit sexual content, this movie was profound, and unflinchingly honest. I loved the complex character development of the characters, especially James and Severin. Justin Bond was one of my favourite characters, and Peter Stickles played Caleb brilliantly. Artistically, the movie was visually stunning, especially the brilliantly animated aerial fly-over views of New York.

Lindsay Beamish played dominatrix Severin. Her performance is phenomenal! I can really relate to the character, except for the dominatrix part, of course ;-)
I saw Severin as someone who was totally out there in her sexual expression, yet hiding behind that facade was a very lonely and vulnerable person. I can relate, since I'm well known for my nude self-portrait photography on my website
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including a few photos of my erection,
but sexually I feel anorexic and undesirable.
Masturbating to porn is the extent of my sex life.
I've had too many, "Let's just be friends," lines from women, so I am extremely gun shy.

Except for some experimentation with another boy my age when I was 14, I am still a virgin. Although I still have some sexual attraction to men, I am not interested in acting upon it. I am very interested in women and looking for an eventual wife. I'm also celibate till marriage because I know my emotional limits. As much as I want sex and constantly think about it, I only want to act on it within a lifelong commitment. The reason is I know how devastated I have been when my love goes unrequited emotionally. I want to avoid finding out what sexual rejection feels like, in the physical realm.

I was also brought up with conservative sexual mores, another thing that holds me back from being sexual with another person. I'm a lot more liberal than I used to be in philosophy, but in practice, I'm a celibate bi-sexual exhibitionist. How's that for an attention-getter? My biggest sexual turn-on is the thought of receiving fellatio. Perhaps it's because the first time I saw a hard core video, that just happened to be the first sex act shown. You know what they say about first impressions. I was totally blown (so to speak) away! I have still never experienced a blow job, but it's the one thing I most want sexually. Having been brought up in a conservative environment, I have this irrational fear that I will end up marrying a Christian woman who is opposed to fellatio. Duh? I mean, it's probably something that should be discussed before the wedding, but the fear keeps me from even asking a woman out on a date. I'm not looking for anything sexual on the date. I want to wait for marriage for that, but I also want to know everything right away. But asking a woman's opinion on blow jobs is probably not the best pick-up line, especially in my conservative Christian circles.

Love in Christ
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TAD'S STATS

2007-04-22T06:13:00.000-04:00

"TAD'S STATS" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA). Nickname: Tad or JTK.CA or NudistPoet. Pen name: JTK.CA. Website: NudistPoet.com (a.k.a. JTK.CA, TadCreations.com, and NudeCreations.com). Email: Tad@NudistPoet.com. Phone: (519) 780-1057. Residence: Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada, eh? Occupations: Artist, NudistPoet, Photographer, Nude Model, Playwright, Singer/Songwriter, Nudist Christian, Rubik's Cube Master, Naked Performance Artist. Diagnosis: OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). Remedies: Prozac (kept in a SpongeBob SquarePants popcorn tin); Calcium Magnesium supplements. Degree: Bachelor of Arts, December 1995, Valparaiso University, Valparaiso, Indiana (www.valpo.edu); Major: ART (with a GRAPHIC DESIGN concentration); Individualized Minor: THEATRE AND DANCE. 5 Favourite Musicians: Alan Parsons, The Cure, Suzanne Vega, Sarah Harmer, "Weird Al" Yankovic. 5 Favourite Movies: Terminator 2, Star Wars 3, Star Trek 4, Regarding Henry, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. 5 Favourite People: Stephen James Ketchen, Doug Root, Nancy McDermott, Nicole Hoftyzer, Jack Tacoma. 5 Favourite Foods: Mac and Cheese, Mashed Potatoes, Strawberries, Harvey's (Canadian burger chain), Pizza Hut. 5 Favourite Drinks: Diet 7-Up, Diet Pepsi, Barq's Root Beer, Crush Cream Soda, Crush Orange. 5 Favourite Candies: 3 Musketeers, Snickers, Twix, Kit Kat Chunky, Reese Crunchy Peanut Butter Cups.

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Poetic Tribute to Dean Kohlhoff

2007-04-18T19:57:00.000-04:00

Poetic Tribute to Dean Kohlhoff

"THE TOWER OF BABEL CONTINUED
(Inspired by and in memory of
my history professor,
Dean W. Kohlhoff, Ph.D.)"
by JTK.CA
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Man's quest to reach eternity
On his own,
Without the Eternal One,
Has always been doomed
To reach and fail.
From pyramids to higher towers
Man's never reached his higher powers.

Trying to create his own Creator,
Logic has slipped his mind
(In the name of logic),
And his million religions miss the Divine.

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~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Tad's Note: Dr. Dean W. Kohlhoff (1933-1997) was my history professor, at Valparaiso University (www.valpo.edu), Valparaiso, Indiana, where he also became my friend. His enthusiasm for Egyptology, inspired me to write the poem above. I gave him a framed copy of the poem, which he prominently displayed in his office, on top of his filing cabinet. I would often pop into his office unannounced, and sit down and we'd enjoy a friendly chat. He was a genuine man with a zest for life, and I truly miss him.

Dr. Kohlhoff loved Alaska, and was an expert on it. He told me he actually drove his motorcycle from Valparaiso, Indiana, to Alaska! He was also an expert on the history of Alaska, with two books to his credit. Here are a couple of links regarding his books:

"Amchitka and the Bomb: Nuclear Testing in Alaska" by Dean W. Kohlhoff

"When the Wind Was a River: Aleut Evacuation in World War II" by Dean Kohlhoff
(Another link for this book is here)

Love in Christ
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good-bye.txt

2007-04-10T23:31:00.000-04:00

"GOOD?-BYE" by JTK.CA
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There's a vacuum in my soul
That's longing for you to fill its void.
There's an emptiness within
That makes me feel so paranoid--
Paranoid that my future
Will be so grim,
Paranoid that it's my future
You won't be in.

I DON'T want to live without you.
I really want you to stay.
I DON'T want to live without you;
But if it must be so,
I'll do it anyway.

And I'll still love you
More than crimson words can say!

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2007-04-10T23:20:00.000-04:00

"THANK YOU" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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You've been a well of inspiration,
Bringing me closer to the God
I never knew as well as now.

Are you my guardian angel?
I don't know,
Yet I know you better than I know anyone else.

You're the friend who never lets me down.
You only build me up
More than you'll ever know.

Together we go
On separate tracks
Toward the same station,
God's Holy Nation.

Leading different people
In each train,
Someday soon
We'll meet again.

Destination reached
Safe and sound,
We'll meet the God
We've sought and found.

And that someday-soon
I'll say to you,

You never let me down.
God's handing you your crown.

You only made me grow
More than you'll ever know.

You only made me see
It's Christ that I most need.

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PLEASE PRAY FOR DAD

2007-04-05T16:46:00.000-04:00

"PLEASE PRAY FOR DAD" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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Please pray for my Dad, the Rev. David R. Ketchen.
He was just admitted to the hospital and had a
mild heart attack after being admitted.

Although he'll remain in hospital, he is stabilized
and comfortable. They have scheduled him for
an angioplasty this coming Tuesday.

Please pray for Dad! I really appreciate it.

I'll keep you posted.

You are welcome to forward this message.
The more prayers the better.

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seduction-of-celluloid.txt

2007-03-30T19:34:00.000-04:00

"THE SEDUCTION OF CELLULOID" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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If my life were a movie,
Choreographed and clean,
I'd be happy.

If my life were set to music
And Oscar-winning cinematography,
I'd be healthy, wealthy, and lean.

If my life were run by a script,
I'd know my future.

If my life were a movie,
I'd have a fan club of millions
And all my problems would be whitewashed
With a convenient plot.

If my life were a movie,
I'd be at the beck and call of the spin of a reel.
I'd have two hours of life.
Then darkness would envelop me
Until, once again, light would blast through my
Celluloid, transparent skin.

If my life were a movie,
I'd have no future.

I must step beyond the cosmetic cosmos
To be who I truly am;
Accept my faults and foibles
And my struggle against them;
And accept the fact that life is
An unpredictable stretch of decades,
Not a programmed two hours of unrelenting perfection.

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trying.txt

2007-03-29T03:35:00.000-04:00

"TRYING" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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Trying to find myself
(Trapped among the cynics and the sinners)
Gets me down,
And I wonder why
Today's favourite expression is a frown.

Trying to find myself
And to recapture the glory
Of a life in Christ.
But people, including myself,
Think it's just the same old story.

Trying to find a
New interpretation of the obvious
Is as pointless as
Failing to fall in love with my Saviour.

Christ, I think that I
Will just give up this trying,
Because I see You're crying.
I have tried to step away
From the cynics and the sinners,
Only to discover I am one of them.

Son of Man, You know I tire of cliché Christianity.
I want to see You in new ways.
But please save me from rationalizing You away.

I thank You, with all my heart,
That my confusion
Is not grounds for dismissal
From Your kingdom
And that my faith stands firm
On the Rock of My Salvation,
Not on the rock in my head.

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Love in Christ
(the best kind),

Tad (JTK.CA)
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Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada, eh?
(519) 780-1057
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JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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brain-scan.txt

2007-03-23T06:13:00.000-04:00

"BRAIN SCAN" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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I have OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) to the point of being on Disability pensions for it. The nice thing about not having to work anymore is I'm not bound to a schedule. I make up my life as I go along. The downside is also, "I'm not bound to a schedule," so there is a rather haphazard and chaotic rhythm to my days and nights. I probably sleep over eight hours per 24 hour period. I just don't do it all at once. I sleep for a few hours, do internet for a few hours, sleep for another few hours, watch TV for a few hours, sleep for a few hours, etc. I only eat an average of one meal a day because even making a microwave dinner is a big production with OCD.

Lots of hand washing is one of my OCD symptoms. I now wash my hands with moist towelettes, but when I used to use soap and water for all my hand washing, the repeated washings made my hands really raw. The moist towellettes are a great solution for me. They've not reduced my hand washing; but they do not hurt my hands like too many soap and water hand washings used to. A canister of wet wipes accompanies me wherever I go; no I don't have a baby--OCD is enough for me to deal with. I like to joke that I keep the moist towelette industry in business.

Another OCD ritual I have is whenever I'm out and about town and I put something into or take something out of my pocket, I have to walk a few steps away and then look back to where I was standing, to make sure nothing fell out of my pocket. Pockets are not really a problem when I'm at home because I am a home nudist.

When I worked, before I got the Disability pensions, my bosses were always amazed at the quality of my work but rather miffed with the quantity. I would spend so much time doing some things perfectly that a lot of the things on my "to do" list were suffering. I often take at least 3 times longer to do things than the average person. My last two jobs each lasted two years, and my employers were very accommodating of my OCD; but after two years, they could no longer afford to keep giving me raises and cutting me slack. I decided to stop torturing myself and get the help I needed, so I got the federal (Canada) and provincial (Ontario) Disability pensions for my OCD.

I've told you a couple of my OCD symptoms, but I have many more. I beat myself up psychologically about the OCD a lot less than I used to. My attitude is that God made my brain work the way it does for a reason. I suspect that I would not have my poetic, artisitic, and photographic creative passions without my OCD. Mediocrity makes me cringe. I either do something perfectly or not at all. I cannot figure out why people want to do something without doing the very best job possible. The downside is that there ends up being a lot of mediocrity in my life in all the things that I put off into infinity, because the thought of doing them perfectly exhausts me. As a result, I don't start. And if I do start, I rarely finish the project in the same session. I have a short attention span. And speaking of short attention spans, I am a slow reader with a short attention span, so I often give up half-way through a magazine or newspaper article, even if I'm interested in the content. It amazes me that I actually finished reading the novels I was assigned in junior high. Let's see, since grade 8, I think I have only finished reading ONE novel. I've started plenty, but I usually would get half-way through, or less, and then rent the movie. I would also figure out the rest of the story by paying attention to class discussion. I would throw in a comment here or there as a tangent to what someone else said, giving the illusion that I had actually read my homework. The ONE novel I finished in university was "THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN" by Mark Twain. The reason I finished it was out of guilt because the professor of the class asked, "Tad, have you done any of the reading assignments I've given you." I uncomfortably answered, "Very little." I promised him I would finish HUCK FINN and I actually did it, as long and tortuous an ordeal as that was. It's ironic that I am a prolific writer who hardly ever reads. I've written over 700 poems, and I've read and proofread them many times. But I've read very little of other authors. I read bits and pieces of things until my attention span wanes and I'm off to some other mental adventure. Even though writing poetry is my main creative outlet, there are very few poets I like. Most of them write unintelligible drivel. I think they get published because of the publisher's ego. The publisher believes himself to be brilliant, so when he reads the poet's work and cannot understand it, he comes to the conclusion, "I am brilliant, and I cannot understand this. Therefore, this poet must be phenomenal. Let's publish him." Brian Patten, a British poet, is about the only poet I like. I love his work, because I can understand him; my mother even sees a lot of similarities between his poetry and mine. I bought extra copies of "STORM DAMAGE" by Brian Patten and gave them to friends. It's such an awesome book of poetry. I also think several singer/songwriters, like Suzanne Vega, Bruce Cockburn, Michael Card, and Robert Smith (of The Cure), are great poets, although singer/songwriters are generally not found in the "Poetry" section of your bookstore. My favourite prose writer is Kathleen Norris because of her lyrically brilliant book, "DAKOTA: A Spiritual Geography"; even though I never finished the book, I thoroughly enjoyed every word I read. One nice thing about it is you can jump around and read chapters in no particular order, because each section is an independent thoughtscape from each other section. Several short, independent stories, is what my short attention span likes. That's why my website http://NudistPoet.com contains hundreds of my poems, four of my stories, and zero of my novels.

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Obsessive-Compulsively yours,

Tad (JTK.CA)
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JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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Artist, Poet, Photographer, and Nude Model
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these-feelings.txt

2007-03-17T23:30:00.000-04:00

"THESE FEELINGS" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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These feelings...
Let no one know them.
Open up a graveyard
For all the masks
That are worn
And thrown away.

Tomorrow is the anthem of
A soon forgotten yesterday.
Today is lost in silence.
What does it mean?
And where do we go from here?
Where is here?
Are we even
Anywhere at all?

You speak to me
With eyes full of stars,
And I find a universe
Eluding me.

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Love in Christ
(the best kind),

Tad (JTK.CA)
http://NudistPoet.com
Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada, eh?
(519) 780-1057
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JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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tether-snaps.txt

2007-03-17T00:42:00.000-04:00

"THE TETHER SNAPS" by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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I've been over you for years,
Though I'm feeling it today.
The cord of love pulls tight,
But the tether snaps
When reality bursts into
This empty room.

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Love in Christ
(the best kind),

Tad (JTK.CA)
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JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
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Artist, Poet, Photographer, and Nude Model
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2007-03-09T13:55:00.000-05:00

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Dear Earthlings,

Today's poem is hot off my mental presses (a.k.a. fresh, not frozen).

I am also announcing that I am actually going to do a project I've wanted to do for years. I once fell in love with a dancer; unfortunately, she didn't fall in love with me, but she still inspired a vast array of poetry. I am giving her the fictitious name "ABRAXIA" because I love the name and it fits her. I've just always thought it would be cool to do a collection of poems all inspired by the same person, just to show what incredible power one person can bestow into another person's life. We are each infinitely special, because we are made in our Infinite Creator's own image.

I think I'll call the book,
"ABRAXIA THE DANCER"
or perhaps
"ABRAXIA: MY IMAGINARY GIRLFRIEND"

She's a real person. Being my girlfriend is the imaginary part ;-)

I am announcing April 1, 2007 as the release date for the booklet and will let you know how to order a copy. I picked April Fool's Day, because it's not too far away, and I only take action under pressure. Also, April Fool's Day is a handy excuse if I'm late. Stay tuned, and let me know if you want to order a copy. A little extra incentive for the artist always helps. Thanks. I'll probably set the booklet's price at $10 (Canadian), but non-Canadians may order too ;-)

Here's today's brand new poem. Enjoy.

"IF LOVE IS A TWO WAY STREET,
I'M NOT SURE I WANT TO DRIVE"
by JTK.CA
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Copyright © JTK.CA
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Will you accept my faults and foibles,
And will I give them up for you?
Two key questions to ask
When choosing a relationship.

My fantasies are one-sided,
Me-sided,
But you are real,
And not merely put on earth to make me happy.
So what do I want?
I'm writing this poem,
So even I'm not sure.
You probably have a better grasp on it than me.

Clue me in,
If you get the inclination.
Then ask yourself,
"Will you accept my faults and foibles?"
And I'll ask myself,
"Will I give them up for you?"

TRUE LOVE will answer, "Yes,"
To both questions.
Anything else is JUST AN ILLUSION.

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Note: I was once pining after a girl, and a friend
asked me, "What do you want?" I answered, "I don't
know." Remembering his reaction, "That's profound,"
always causes me to chuckle. Life's romantic
quandaries are profound, sad, happy, beautiful, and
miserable, at the same time. Unrequited love
can be a "Sweet Misery," like the title of the
Michelle Branch song. I'll comment on "requited"
love once I've experienced it. When those fun
internet surveys ask me which I prefer, hugs or kisses,
I always answer,
"Hugs; not enough experience with kisses.
Insert violin music here."

It's amazing how much we desire
While not truly knowing what we desire.
Often, the desire can be
A sinful contempt for all the riches we already possess.
We want something because we don't have it;
Then once we get it, we store it on a shelf,
Where it lies forgotten for years.

Love in Christ
(the best kind),

Tad

JTK.CA
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
Creative Adventurer

Artist, Poet, and Photographer
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artistic-synchronicity.txt

2007-02-26T17:13:00.000-05:00

"Artistic Synchronicity" between LENA ANDERSSEN and JTK.CA

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The ONE official website of Tad (JTK.CA)
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NudistPoet.com = JTK.CA = TadCreations.com = NudeCreations.com
Tad says to just think of the four alternating names as
"Me, Myself, and I, plus the voices in my head"

JTK.CA
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Dear Earthlings,

I just came across a song I had not yet heard by LENA ANDERSSEN
http://www.myspace.com/lenamusicroom
a brilliant songstress and friend of mine. When she sang these words, the artistic synchronicity with what I had written years ago blew me away. It's so cool to see another artist I respect so much coming up with the same outlook on something.

These words are from Lena's song "20 STEPS FROM MY HOUSE" (Anderssen/Johannesen)
http://www.lenamusic.com/music.html

"Always go together
The circle and the square
One will fit the other
And take care of all my cares"

Her words beautifully mirror the middle stanza of my poem "THE CIRCLE."

"THE CIRCLE" by JTK.CA
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The circle is a common thing,
Yet a perfect thing to me.
Free from points and jagged edges,
It's my favourite shape to see.

A spinning circle stays the same;
A spinning square becomes its twin.

The line of the circle knows no end.
It travels its path again and again.
That's perfect patience, it seems to me:
But I am human; the circle is free.

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Love in Christ
(the best kind),

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phone |^| (519) 780-1057

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(also known as JTK.CA, TadCreations.com, and NudeCreations.com)

Tad's chat and other online usernames:
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Tad (JTK.CA) is happily settled in
Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"), Ontario, Canada
http://guelph.ca
a very artistic city, in which Tad has done
several art shows and readings of his poetry.

Tad (JTK.CA) is a member of
THE FOUR SEASONS FAMILY NUDIST RESORT
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in Freelton, Ontario, Canada (between Guelph and Hamilton).
Tad's guests can visit for free, if visiting with him.
Let him know if you're interested.

Tad (JTK.CA) is not the only Nudist Christian; there are many.
Tad is a member of
http://www.Naturist-Christians.org

Thanks for reading "Tad's JTK.CA Poetry." Lots more of his art, poetry, photography,
and other creative adventures
can be enjoyed at his official website
http://NudistPoet.com

Comments, questions, and puzzled stares ;-P are always welcome!

:-)

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farewell-ambition.txt

2007-02-13T10:01:00.001-05:00

not exactly a flattering poem about myself
but this is how i feel at the moment
and i felt compelled to write it down
in the interest of unvarnished truth

"farewell ambition" by JTK.CA
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wading in a shallow pool of self-loathing
i cannot swim
and if i could
i'm not daring enough

i feed myself once a day
and then vegetate

channel surf
and
blog my life away

and take naps between channel surfing and blogging

farewell ambition
it was nice knowing you

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tide.txt

2007-02-12T14:28:00.000-05:00

"THE TIDE" by JTK.CA
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Broken moonlight--
Shattered on the ocean
As the tumult rolls toward the shore.

Broken dreams--
Shattered in my waking hours.
We are here, but each alone.

Broken moonlight--
Shattered on the ocean.
I am sitting on the sand;
I'm also made of dust,
And I'll be washed away
(Every grain)
When the tumult comes.

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poor-man.txt

2007-02-10T03:50:00.000-05:00

"THE POOR MAN; HE MUST NEED TO BE SAVED"
by JTK.CA
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I try not to be as judgmental as a lot of pop
Christianity is of homosexuals. For one thing,
gluttony and gossip are just as much sins to God,
but we don't get in near as much of a tizzy about
them, probably because we'd feel hypocritical if
we judged anyone on gluttony and gossip if we
happened to guilty of them too. But we don't seem
to question the fact that a Christian could be a
glutton or a gossip. Yet for some strange reason,
if someone is a homosexual, people immediately
think he needs to be saved. Well I've got news
for you. I'm sure many homosexuals "are" already
saved; homosexuality just happens to be their
spiritual battefield. Solomon wrote the wisdom
literature of the Bible that we love to quote so
much, and he was a horny bastard with 700 wives
and 300 women on the side. God can use anyone of
us, no matter how pathetic we are. Christ's
"power is made perfect in weakness." We need to
spend less time judging others and more time
evaluating our own hearts. I know there is enough
junk to deal with in my own life. Why bog myself
down in someone else's mess, until I get the
proverbial plank out of my own eye.

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sign.txt

2007-02-09T03:24:00.000-05:00

"SIGN" by JTK.CA
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sign in
sign out
or do without

the internet
is the wave of the future
but you may not surf...
preferring tomes--
books that used to be a luxury--
costing the same as a family farm until
Johannes Gensfleisch zur Laden zum Gutenberg's "Mazarin Bible"--
a wave of the future now passé
but "what the hay?"

though movable type
has been replaced by
skype...
paper and ink are still in demand
not having heard the command
to go away

we still need them
to back us up
when the computer crashes
or has non-functioning caches

sign in
sign out
or do without

but as for me
i like my time
in my cybertree
in which i can express myself
without a printing press

i'm just out there in the ether
floating by clouds
to some hacker or slacker
on the other side
of this planet
made of granite
and other things

my insanity is global
and lost in a sea of ones and zeroes

everyone and no one
will notice me
until i flee
exclusively
to technological extinction
and am scratching my thoughts
into cave walls again

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moron-convention.txt

2007-02-01T12:16:00.000-05:00

Dear Earthlings,

"MORON CONVENTION" by JTK.CA
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My mood is rather miffed at the moment. I've just decided to put a viewer and parental advisory on my front page again, for the morons who click on http://NudistPoet.com and then are offended by the nudity within. Duh? Why do you think I picked "NudistPoet.com" as my domain name? I picked it so I could avoid this whole politically correct disclaimer nonsense that's spreading across North America like a plague. Just about every show on TV has a disclaimer at the beginning, and at the end of every commercial break.

Warning: This show may contain graphic pictures of senior citizens eating lunch, Christians expressing their misguided views, and people who think that CNN is not "the most trusted name in news." Viewer, parental, and legal guardian discretion is strongly advised.

What ever happened to honesty? I'm a Christian, but I get the most flack from other Christians, telling me how I should think, and how what I believe on certain issues could not possibly be right. Even fellow nudists get on my case because my nudist views don't quite mesh with theirs. Our first words said in heaven will be, "We've never done it that way before." And I'm just as guilty. A lot of the rants in my poetry are rants against myself, even if I do not use first person pronouns.

And I'm so sick of the current favourite "sin unto death," the sin of offending anyone. For God's sake, and I mean that literally, for God's sake, Jesus was God, and he made a "practice" of offending people. The question is, when did he NOT offend someone? We are liars, and the Son of God is the truth, so of course he'll offend us. But our offense would be the sin, not his offending. Get a grip, and get a thicker skin. We're all a bunch of coddled wimps.

If I ever get married, I doubt very much that my wife will ever ask me every man's most dreaded question, "Darling, what are you thinking?" With me it's rather obvious.

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Moronically yours,

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2007-01-24T06:06:00.000-05:00

worry-is-the-monster.txt

2007-01-22T07:37:00.000-05:00

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Dear Earthlings,

I wrote "WORRY IS THE MONSTER" after hearing a powerful sermon by my
friend, the Rev. Bob Smart--a sermon on Giant Despair in John Bunyan's
"The Pilgrim's Progress." I gave Bob a framed copy of "WORRY IS THE
MONSTER" the next time I saw him, since he helped inspire the poem.
He said he'd cherish it.

After sending "WORRY IS THE MONSTER" to this poetry mailing list several
years ago, one of my readers wrote back to say how it was just the
poem he needed to read that day. Many others have told me how
blessed they were by my poetry, which is why I've come to look
at the poetry mailing list and my poetry, in general, as my ministry.

"WORRY IS THE MONSTER (Dedicated to the Rev. Bob Smart)"
by JTK.CA
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Don't make decisions in the depths of despair,
Or when you're half asleep.
Your choices may take on a dismal air
And ruin your happy and waking hours.

Downcast, you say, "I remember then."
I respond, "Don't worry,
And the time will come again."

*

Worry is the Monster
Guarding the City of Despair--
He welcomes you in
And tries to keep you there.
He serves a feast to the god of mistrust.
You eat until you're stuffed.
You ate it up,
And now, from inside,
It eats you up.

Welcome to
The lure of lies.
The Monster of Despair
Hugs you tight and cries with you,
While he keeps you imprisoned.

Get out of the city!
Run away and don't look back,
For if you look back,
You will go back--
That's the nature of a gaze.

Retreat is more honourable
Than surrender.

Just run,
Don't think,
Because you cannot think
When you're in the Liar's Lair.
He's the Monster of the City of Despair,
But you know him by another name;
Yes, he's Satan, the King of Lies,
The Angel of Pseudolight, playing another game.

The Real Light comes in,
And you see beside you
A face of true beauty.
He says, "I've been with you
All along, working to get through
The wall of worry you've built between us."

You respond, "That I've built?
The Monster of Despair
Built this city and its walls!"

Jesus says, "No,
This is a city of your own invention,
And Satan was only too glad to help.
Now, come again with me,
And walk life's roads
Without malice toward the truth
That you are mine.
You cannot escape my love.
I bought you back from the Monster
You had sold yourself to.
Here,
Feel my scars."

Committed to your safety
And His love for you,
He wounds the Monster of Despair,
Not with a sword,
But by showing him the nail-scarred hands.
Then, Jesus,
Committed to your safety
And His love for you,
Grasps your hand
And leads you from
The City of Your Own Invention.

As He holds your hand,
You feel a scar
That saved you from yourself.

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Love in Christ
(the best kind),

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Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)

phone :: (519) 780-1057

email :: Tad@NudistPoet.com

Tad's official web HQ :: http://NudistPoet.com

Tad's chat and other online usernames:
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NudistPoet :: ( http://PlentyOfFish.com )

Tad is happily settled in Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"),
Ontario, Canada. Guelph is a very artistic city, in which
Tad has done several art shows and readings of his poetry.

Tad is a member of
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in Freelton, Ontario, Canada (between Guelph and Hamilton).
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youre-the-lion-tamer.txt

2007-01-20T03:56:00.000-05:00

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Dear Earthlings,

This one is hot off my mental presses.

"YOU'RE THE LION TAMER" by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You've got me locked up inside
The cage of dreams
Held captive as you gaze at me
All my strength is made weak
And my roar would speak
But you're the lion tamer
And I'm under your whip
You want to make me tame
And I'm playing your game
But I'd rather be wild

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Tad is happily settled in Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"),
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Tad has done several art shows and readings of his poetry.

Tad is a member of
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in Freelton, Ontario, Canada (between Guelph and Hamilton).
Tad's guests can visit for free, if visiting with him.
Let him know if you're interested.

Tad is not the only Nudist Christian; there are many.
Tad is a member of
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Thanks for reading "Tad's Poetry." Lots more of his
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haiku-quintet.txt

2007-01-19T17:29:00.000-05:00

"HAIKU QUINTET" by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wise men met shepherds?
Conflation distorts our view.
It never happened.

Romanticized view
Of Jesus in a loin cloth?
In truth he died nude.

Motion pictures are
Embracing evil spirits
While denying God.

People don't believe
In Jesus' resurrection.
But I do. Here's why.

I have a friend who
Was once clinically dead.
He just drove me home.

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love-overflows.txt

2007-01-17T15:28:00.000-05:00

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Dear Earthlings,

I'm feeling very emotional and lonely right now.
This poem is the result.

"LOVE OVERFLOWS FROM MY EMPTY HEART" by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I think you're hot
I think you're cold
I think you're someone
I'd like to hold

"Let's just be friends"
Is all I ever hear
Whenever I walk out in fear
I'll hear that line again

I'm still looking
But afraid
To take a step
Worth being made

So go ahead
And ask me out
A lonely man
Who's full of doubt

Seeking love
Pain's all I find

When will she come
To me
(whoever she may be)?

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Tad is happily settled in Guelph (pronounced "Gwelf"),
Ontario, Canada. Guelph is a very artistic city, in which
Tad has done several art shows and readings of his poetry.

Tad is a member of
THE FOUR SEASONS FAMILY NUDIST RESORT
http://TheFourSeasons.com
in Freelton, Ontario, Canada (between Guelph and Hamilton).
Tad's guests can visit for free, if visiting with him.
Let him know if you're interested.

Tad is not the only Nudist Christian; there are many.
Tad is a member of
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Thanks for reading "Tad's Poetry." Lots more of his
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can be enjoyed at his official website
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antique-time.txt

2006-12-04T14:22:00.000-05:00

ANTIQUE TIME

Time,
You get me all wound up!
You really tick me off!

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"THESE FEELINGS" and "EMILY (Name Art)"

2006-11-16T05:07:00.000-05:00

THESE FEELINGS

These feelings...
Let no one know them.
Open up a graveyard
For all the masks
That are worn
And thrown away.

Tomorrow is the anthem of
A soon forgotten yesterday.
Today is lost in silence.
What does it mean?
And where do we go from here?
Where is here?
Are we even
Anywhere at all?

You speak to me
With eyes full of stars,
And I find a universe
Eluding me.

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Tad's Note: This poem was inspired by my best friend, Emily Cronin, while we were in university together. She also inspired me to create this artisitic rendition of her name:

"HIGHWAY OF THE SOUL" by JTK.CA

2006-11-13T06:49:00.001-05:00

This is probably my most popular poem. It has caused the most jaws to drop.

HIGHWAY OF THE SOUL

I can see the smile of apprehension
In your eyes,
Another disguise
To hide the miles of tension
On the highway of the soul.

The purple sea of infinity
Is drowning in our finite minds.
More masks
(Mutilations of forever)
Shorten the unshortenable;
Infinity minus 28 trillion
Still equals infinity,
But we adjust the mirrors of mathematics,
Forming optical illusions
Out of our delusions.

I can feel the smile of apprehension
In my eyes,
Another disguise
To hide the miles of tension
On the highway of the soul.

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Tad's Note: One of my friends is a retired math teacher who was intrigued when I told him I write mathematical love poems. He was blown away by this one. "Holy Shit!" was his response. I said, "Thanks for the positive review, but I don't think I can quote you." Then again, I guess I just did quote him. The older I get, the more liberal I get. I think being Pro-Life is about the only conservatism I have left in me. Whoa, I've forgotten all of the trigonometry I learned in high school, except for the fact I'm going off on tangents.

Back to the poem, "HIGHWAY OF THE SOUL." It was inspired by a girl I met once at a College and Careers meeting at my church, in 1990 or '91. When I asked to exchange addresses, she looked at me with a "smile of apprehension," but shared her address anyway, and I gave her mine. We've never been in contact since. Pretty potent poem from a microscopically short relationship ;-)

Follow-up Note: Since I wrote Tad's Note (above), the girl and I have reconnected through the internet. She loves the poem and the story behind it.

red-black-and-blue.txt

2006-11-12T15:36:00.000-05:00

RED, BLACK, AND BLUE

Red, white, and blue,
Valiant heroes fight for us.
Red, white, and blue,
Many die that we might live.
Red, white, and blue,
Freedom on the march.

Red, white, and blue,
The flag turns a dingy gray.
Red, gray, and blue,
Many die that we might flee...
Red, gray, and blue...
From our responsibilities.

Red, gray, and blue,
The flag turns black...
Red, black, and blue...
From the cowardice of our attack...
Red, black, and blue...
On our helpless children,
Red, black, and blue,
Victims of a falling nation.

Red, black, and blue...
See the death toll rise...
Red, black, and blue...
Without a military prize,
Red, black, and blue...
Without a grave to hold their memories.
Red, black, and blue,
We forget, and we continue.

Red, black, and blue,
Unborn children die for us.
Red, black, and blue,
They all die that we might flee.
Red, black, and blue,
Freedom on retreat.

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so-many-too-many.txt

2006-11-12T03:09:00.000-05:00

SO MANY/TOO MANY

So many questions
Too many lies for answers

So many fellowships
Too many party crashers

So many people you love
Too many reasons not to

So many deaths
Too many lives affected

So many gluttons
Too many lives neglected

So many lyric analyzers
Too many empty-headed dancers

So many secrets
Too many tattletales

So many
Too many
So many
Too many
So many
Too many
When will I just have one
Just have one
When will I just have one

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and-its-always-good-bye.txt

2006-11-12T02:55:00.000-05:00

AND IT'S ALWAYS GOOD-BYE

Who are you?
You have so many faces.
Where are you?
I've been so many places.
Where is your love?
When will I find it?
When push comes to shove,
You take my love and unwind it:
For violence was never your way.
You're so gentle in letting me down.
When I say that I want you to stay,
You tell me another love will be found.

But it's always good-bye
And you're with another.
And I'm wondering why,
Hoping soon to discover.

Hello has always been on my mind,
But I never seem to say it right.
So it's always good-bye
Before we say hi.
And I'm wondering why.

...So gentle in letting me down...
Another pain will be found....

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tomorrow-never-knows.txt

2006-11-11T16:28:00.000-05:00

TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS

Tomorrow never knows
What today may bring.
Today is in the past,
Unremembered by the now of the future.

The race is to the finish,
Not to the starting line.
Tomorrow is the end beginning future things.
Today began the race of time.

At the vertex of the clock (unseen by human eyes),
Yesterday, Tomorrow, Today are three in one,
Two of three always in disguise, hidden from our eyes.
One stands clearly
Until the next Yesterday-Tomorrow-Today,
Backward/forward--whichever way.

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bodies-of-water.txt

2006-11-10T08:06:00.000-05:00

BODIES OF WATER FLOWING

River rolls.
Ocean laps the shore,
Getting sand on its watery tongue,
Sand which dissolves
In the movement of
Musical Nature.

Seas seethe
In the storms of life
And in their strife
Create a rhythm of chaos.

Movement mounts
At the foot of the mountain
As the water comes crashing
Against its side
By way of a moon-mastered tide.

But grass is green
Around the serene
Lakes controlled
Like islands in the land.
And if they flood,
It's from water from above
Dancing staccato
On their tympanic surface membranes
Rippling in the rain.

We humans
Made of water--sixty-five percent--
Then are certainly meant
To move with the tide of life
And even dance in strife.

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when-the-clouds.txt

2006-11-09T07:02:00.000-05:00

WHEN THE CLOUDS HAVE MOVED ASIDE

When words are spoken,
What do they mean?
When I hear the words you say,
Ambiguity is what I glean.

I long for the day
When I will know
How you feel
And this masquerade of pleasantries
Will be replaced by reality,
By how brightly the stars shine
When the clouds have moved aside.

When words are spoken,
What do they mean?
When I hear the words you say,
Ambiguity is what I glean.

Am I trying too hard
To take our masks away?
Oh, I long for the day
When I will know
How I feel
And this masquerade of pleasantries
Will be replaced by reality,
By how brightly the stars shine
When the clouds have moved aside.

When your words are spoken,
What do you mean?
From joyful hellos to suspicious good-byes,
Ambiguity is what I glean.

Oh, how I fear the day
When I will know
How you feel

And this masquerade of polite conversations
Will be replaced
By reality,
By the vacant, starless sky revealed
When the clouds have moved aside.

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void.txt

2006-11-06T14:25:00.000-05:00

VOID

Void in the middle of a field of stars...
But it's not a black hole...
It's just a new moon

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"FORCED ENTRY INTO THE NUBIAN PRETZEL WHIP" by JTK.CA

2006-09-08T04:05:00.000-04:00

JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN Creative Adventures (JTK.CA)
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I used to do several open mike poetry readings in downtown Guelph. I would read several of my poems, and I remember one member of the audience enthusiastically told me that this poem was his favourite. It's one of my favourites too. I gave it a ridiculously long title and subtitle because Salvador Dalí loved to give some of his paintings really long titles. He's my all-time favourite painter. Check out www.VirtualDali.com

Dalí's "Apparition of Face and Fruit Dish on a Beach"
http://www.wadsworthatheneum.org/view/european-paint-sculpture.php?art_work_index=6
(click on the painting for a larger version)
is my favourite painting by him or anyone else.
I look forward to, someday, seeing the original painting,
in person, at Wadsworth Atheneum, in Hartford, Connecticut.
I already own a poster of the painting.

To make a short story long (something at which I excel),
here's today's poem:

"FORCED ENTRY INTO THE NUBIAN PRETZEL WHIP
(Dedicated to the [persistence of] memory
of Salvador Dalí (1904-1989) with a fruit
cocktail over a roaring fire of destruction
in the wake of a subatomic age)" by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Break the mold
I'm feeling old
Too predictable
I want to be
Not like I have been

I'd rather be
Feeling close to
Latent ideas swimming in a sea of mud
Uninhibited
Fuzzy little clothlike Weebles
Going for a spin in their family car
There they are!
Weeeeeeee!!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

Break the mold
I'm feeling quite too silly
Back to normal
Paranormal
Philosophical
Theological
Let's put God in a box again
And watch the box explode, leaving Him standing
Before our unbelieving eyes
Breaking all the ties to Nothing and
Nothing's brother and sister
Nowhere and Never

But soon Everything
Their first cousin once removed
Breaks in and binds my heart with chains of wax

And uninhibited little fuzzy clothlike Weebles
Rescue my heart from Everything
My heart's worst enemy's best friend
It's like wearing long underwear on a hot summer day
Or swimming naked in a sea of ice

I remember one of my high school friends
In the locker room
Wearing his Santa Claus underwear*

I remember a high school play and
A fellow student actor
Playing a woman--
Wearing a wig--
And scratching his nonexistent breast

I remember a certain girl in college
Peaking through the closed venetian blind
From behind it--
Plastered between the window and the blind--
And proceeding to hang from the chandelier--
A girl surreally plastered from watching
"Pink Floyd: The Wall"

I remember myself
Leaping off the edge of imagination
Freeing the darkness within
Full of nonexistent excuses defending my behaviour.
And still (now and then)--
Long since having repented--
It's hard to forget something I rarely remember
But when I do
It makes me think how much Nothing really means

Break the mold
I'm feeling much too introspective in an extroverted way
Back to normal
Paranormal
Philosophical
Theological
Let's put God in a box again
And watch the box explode, leaving Him standing
Before our unbelieving eyes

__________

* I wrote this poem in the early 1990's,
but this stanza took on a new significance
for me after my best high school friend,
Dan "the mighty tundra" Bibeau, died in a
car accident on December 2, 1994. Dan could
always make us laugh, and the Santa Claus
underwear was one prime example.

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inner-monologue.txt

2006-08-15T02:04:00.000-04:00

This poem is brand new. It's a really good brand. Now, let's see if you buy it ;-)

Believe it or not, this poem was sparked while opening two soda pop 12-packs and stocking the fridge with them. I guess my brain was rejuvenated by the sleep I just woke up from. Yes, I know it's now the early, wee hours of the morning, but as an artist, I don't sleep on a particular schedule. I let inspiration be my guide.

Always feel free to comment on my writings. I love input from my fans--positive or negative, it helps me grow as an artist. Thanks.

"INNER MONOLOGUE" by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Remember in school
When you gave fate a kiss
And asked "When in the world
Will I ever use this?"

The truth is in traction
And pain's a distraction
Yet all you can do
Is continue your action

Remember in love
When you gave love a hug
And then it ran off
To hide under a rug

The lie is in fashion
Unless you're the victim
You'll keep on denying
The value of trying

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"QUIXOTIC" by JTK.CA

2006-07-28T04:54:00.000-04:00

"QUIXOTIC" by JTK.CA
CurrentMood apathetic
Category Writing and Poetry

"QUIXOTIC"
by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lost within myself,
Running to the well of hope,
In a moment of momentary ecstasy,
I leap headlong into the arms of love,
Only to be strangled.

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Currently Listening :
Disintegration
By The Cure
ReleaseDate By 01 May, 1989

This poem is hot off my mental presses, since I just looked up the word, "QUIXOTIC," in the dictionary. Upon learning a new word, I felt compelled to write a poem.

chicken-heroes.txt

2006-07-18T16:28:00.000-04:00

"CHICKEN HEROES"
by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We say we cannot
Go all the way.
We'll just take a step
In the right direction.

So we take our single step.
Then we shoot ourselves in the foot
So we'll only have one foot.
Progress must be slowed.
Lollygagging our way toward righteousness,
We hop around aimlessly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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lost-in-a-dreamworld.txt

2006-07-17T09:04:00.000-04:00

"LOST IN A DREAMWORLD"
by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So many beautiful girls.
I'm lost in a dreamworld...
Been burned by the real world.

Where do I go from here,
When I'm not even sure where I am?

I want to share my love,
But there aren't any takers,
And I wonder why,
With 3 billion women in the world,
I can't find one.
"Let's just be friends," is all I ever hear.
I don't know why.

Frustration
Leads to stagnation
And the loss of a will to even try.

Looking for stability
On the fault line of love,
I'm all shaken up.
I'm vibrating with emotion,
But I still can't cry.
Love is what I want,
And I am blessed by friends in abundance,
But I'm still longing for
Someone to hold
And with which to grow old.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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untitled-starving.txt

2006-06-20T13:55:00.000-04:00

"UNTITLED (Dedicated to starving artists everywhere)"
by JTK.CA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fairy tales are always so real
When you're lost in a world of ideas.
I never understood reality.
Fiction is so much more often true to life.
Reality is too often a crutch for the unimaginative.
So I went on living in another dimension.

Full of ideas, scenarios, the next step came naturally.
"Great minds think alike" and "Fools seldom differ,"
So I went ahead with my plan.
Nothing ever became of it, except in my own mind.
Someday the philosophers will dig it up.
Misinterpreting its meaning,
They'll hail me as the world's greatest genius.
But I'll be dead.
Fairy tales are always so real,
But only when the writer is out of the picture.
Here, in the here and now, I mean nothing to the world.
Starving to death,
Opening up my heart,
Doors close to open my grave.

Someday the philosophers will dig up my memory,
Take my thoughts,
Hail them as the most brilliant light,
And leave me in my darkness,
Never to be told I mattered to them.
It's much more fun to guess what I may have meant.
Death makes me more valuable.

In the meantime,
I go on living;
Dreaming;
Hoping, knowing it's hopeless;
Writing, knowing the pen will dry up and the paper will burn.

Someday I'll be a collector's item
And people will pay astronomically inflated prices
For works I never wanted anyone to see.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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