About TAD


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



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.

© http://JTK.CA
Tad “JTK.CA” NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
Guelph, Ontario, Canada
519-­780-1057 (Home)
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πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ 2020 😷: Election Night and all of a sudden, 2020 becomes 2000! πŸ€ͺπŸ€£πŸ’–

πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ 2020 😷: Election Night and all of a sudden, 2020 becomes 2000! πŸ€ͺπŸ€£πŸ’–


“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.

Tad (JTK.CA) NudistPoet (NudeCreations.com)

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,”
“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.



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.

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


I'm retired on Disability pensions for my bitly.com/SevereOCD, but I have Walmart listed as my "Work" on my iPhone (on Google maps) because at this point in my life, buying stuff to keep me alive "is" my work. πŸ€ͺ

Former KGB Agent Yuri Bezmenov Explains How to Brainwash a Nation

Powerful 1984 interview with a Soviet defector. All "social justice" "democratic socialists" need to watch this and understand that they are being "useful idiots" as he puts it, who will be exterminated by the Utopia they create, once they've served their purpose and realize the disaster they've created, making them the enemy of the state that they themselves created. -- JTK.CA


Even though I think masks are a new form of totalitarianism, I still wear one when required to. Plus, I don’t wear it inside-out like Joe Biden. The blue side goes on the outside, Joe, not against your face. 🀣

The media accused Reagan of dementia, but he still defeated the Soviet Union without a nuclear war. The media ignores Biden’s dementia since they’re mad Trump avoided a nuclear war with North Korea. If Biden wins, I’ll be scared he’ll mistake the big red button for call waiting.


Kiesza - Storm (Official Film)

No one sums up 2020 more beautifully and hauntingly than Kiesza​ in her song STORM and its official film! My favourite song at the moment!




My @NudistPoet freehand artwork based on the amazingly creative Jeff Atherton album photography for THE BEST OF THE @AlanParsons PROJECT: VOLUME 2

© Tad (http://JTK.CA) NudistPoet (http://NudeCreations.com) a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen

http://TadCreations.com & http://NudistPoet.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?


I just added all my NUDE self-portrait photography to my MeWe profile, since they let me do that sort of thing. Enjoy, or don’t. πŸ€ͺ