“PARSONS/KETCHEN/ATHERTON” by JTK.CA ::: My @NudistPoet freehand artwork based on the amazingly creative Jeff Atherton album (still life) photography for THE BEST OF THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT: VOLUME 2 ::: © Tad (http://JTK.CA) NudistPoet (NudistPoet.com) a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: TadCreations.com & NudistPoet.com ::: Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh!

“PARSONS/KETCHEN/ATHERTON” by JTK.CA ::: My @NudistPoet freehand artwork based on the amazingly creative Jeff Atherton album (still life) photography for THE BEST OF THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT: VOLUME 2 ::: © Tad (http://JTK.CA) NudistPoet (NudistPoet.com) a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: TadCreations.com & NudistPoet.com ::: Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh!

Emily (Cronin) Barajas, to me, you always had “eyes full of stars.” Rest in Peace, My Dear Emily. — Tad (JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen

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Emily (Cronin) Barajas
February 24, 1977 — December 24, 2020

“THESE FEELINGS” (a poem I wrote to Emily in the mid-1990s)
TAD is JTK.CA NudistPoet
Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen

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.

JTK.CA

I wrote that poem for one of my best friends Emily (Cronin) Barajas while we studied together at Valparaiso University (VU) in the mid-1990s. She loved the poem. And I loved her and her identical twin sister Beverly Cronin. Sadly, I was just informed by Emily’s husband Paul Barajas (also my friend at VU) that Emily passed away on Christmas Eve 2020.

Emily was a rocket scientist with Boeing and with Lockheed Martin. She truly had “eyes full of stars.” I will always cherish her memory, as I cherished having her as a friend.

Years ago, I created this EMILY name artwork inspired by my love for Emily (Cronin) Barajas.

My last interaction with Emily on my linkedin profile.

I live alone, and I incessantly babble gibberish to myself. This is the result. 😉💖

May the MERRINESS be with you! — Love, Tad ( JTK.CA ) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen

“MOON, ORION, AND CHRISTMAS LIGHTS” by JTK.CA ::: Mary Christmas and Joseph New Year! — Love, Jesus

“MOON, ORION, AND CHRISTMAS LIGHTS” by http://JTK.CA

Merry Christmas and Happy NUDE Year! -- Love, @NudistPoet

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“TURN THE PAGE” ::: © JTK.CA

“TURN THE PAGE”

© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (http://JTK.CA)

My life is a book,

But this was only one chapter.

It’s time to turn the page

And move on.

The realities I held

Are now only memories

Held in the palm of my brain.

The realities made me stronger;

The memories preserve the strength.

This chapter made me wiser,

But it’s time to turn the page

And move on,

For growth has many stages,

Each building upon the last.

It’s time to turn the page.

But where do I go from here?

I don’t know . . .

But I’m not worried

Because I’ve found perfect peace,

My mind focused on the Author of my destiny,

Who provides my every need

And direction,

And keeps knowledge of the future from me

So that I can keep my faith in Him.

“LUMINESHADEPHOBIA” ::: http://TadCreations.com ::: Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

Lumineshadephobia is a word I invented to describe my phobia of lighting fixtures or lighting covers falling on my head. Some of the lighting fixtures in my apartment unit have their covers in storage somewhere because, once I changed the bulbs, I refused to put the covers back on. The reason is that Dad and I (and sometimes Mom) cleaned houses together for a living from 1996 to 1998, and I had a couple of scary encounters. We were cleaning a house one day, and I heard a big thud, so I went upstairs, and on the landing of the top of the stairs lay the huge, heavy light cover from the ceiling light. I realized that if I had been under it at the time, it falling could have knocked me out or killed me — I say “killed” because the light cover had a pointy, decorative spike at the base. If I had been dead-centre, under the light, I’d be dead, with a very stylish half-globe light cover drilled into the top of my skull.

The second lighting incident was at another house, in which a chandelier was hanging above the staircase, and while we were cleaning, I heard a crash! I went to find half of the chandelier lying in pieces in the middle of the staircase. There would have been even more chance of me being under it at the time of this crash, since I obsessively vacuum each step of a staircase. Fortunately, I wasn’t vacuuming the stairs at the time.

So, that’s why my ceiling lights are bare bulbs; and you thought it was because I’m a nudist. The bare bulbs may look boring, but I don’t want any light covers falling on my head. There are still a couple of light covers on the ceiling, but that’s because I’ve never changed the long-dead bulb in one of my kitchen lights, and I don’t think the light cover inside my entrance is removable. Whenever I do get around to actually changing that kitchen bulb, that light cover will go into storage with the three other light covers, huddled together, feeling lonely and rejected in a dark closet. And like in my favourite IKEA commercial, “You may feel sorry for these light covers. That is because you’re crazy. They have no feelings.”

I put on clothing, went outside today for a couple of minutes, to take out the garbage. Beautiful November day here in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, which could easily be mistaken for an idyllic spring! Then I went back inside my apartment to my dark depressing one-man nudist paradise, thinking, “That was fun, but I’m glad it’s over.”

Then I remembered, “Happiness is a choice.” And the Holy Spirit reached through my chaotic clutter to say, “So is lethargy.”

“BODIES OF WATER . . . FLOWING” (Graphicpoetry) by JTK.CA

“BODIES OF WATER . . . FLOWING” by JTK.CA

“BODIES OF WATER . . . FLOWING” by http://JTK.CA

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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🇺🇸 2020 😷: Election Night and all of a sudden, 2020 becomes 2000! 🤪🤣💖

🇺🇸 2020 😷: Election Night and all of a sudden, 2020 becomes 2000! 🤪🤣💖

“The Rebellious Rable-rouser” by JTK.CA

The Rebellious Rable-rouser

My inspiration for this comes from an interesting conglomeration — Alan Keyes, C.S. Lewis, and what turned out to be a very beneficial spiritual and theological symposium at a meeting with some fellow nudist friends in my living room.

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© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN

Words jumble to form thoughts.
Phrases dance between the debris
Of lost time and changed plans.

The focal point of history —
A babe in a manger,
Born to die
So he could rise . . .
Not to bring us a new religion,
But to bring us new life,
Reuniting us with God;
Hear the angels applaud.

Watch the ruckus
As the rebellious rabble-rouser
Overturns the money-changers’ tables,
Overturning our dependence on ourselves,
Our resources,
Our ingenuity —
When our Creator stands before us,
Longing for an embrace, but receiving a cross.

He claims to be the way, the truth, the life,
And the only way to the Father;
This rebellious rabble-rouser
Is the only one.
You must either say,
“He’s the Son of God,”
or
“He’s a fraud.”

Lauding him with honours
As a great philosopher
Who sought the truth
Just won’t do,
When he came to show us
He “is” the truth.
Our seeking ends in finding him.

So simple that children can understand,
While the most brilliant academics
Get lost in the calculations between faith and reason.

Jesus Christ is not a formula,
Not an apparition,
And not a tradition.
He’s the Son of God
Who became Son of Man —
From Creator to becoming his own creation —
To bridge the gaps between
Faith and reason,
Man and God,
Hell and Heaven.

God’s only fury is for
A salvation scorned.

Come to Christ;
It’s why he came.

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I share my creative adventures online (JTK.CA) because I don’t have to. If I had to, I wouldn’t. I’ve always had an aversion to obligations — character flaw, I know, but I’m unrepentant.

“THINKING OF YOU” by JTK.CA

It’s 6 in the morning
And I’m feeling romantic
But with nothing to say.
This surging, cerebral energy of the heart
From staying up all night
And sleeping all day.

It’s 6 in the morning
Floating in the dreamland of reality
As the sun rises and I fade.

Surges of emotion quelled in silence
As I lull into the black drama,
As my eyelids close
By the light of the silvery sun,
As the golden moon shimmers beneath
The canvas of Earth’s horizon.

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It’s 6 in the morning
And I’m feeling romantic
But with nothing to say,
Living all night
And sleeping all day.