Best Expose Poems
A poet exposes scenes to explore new horizons
unfolding under expansive or confining domes
We slow it down, decelerate, discern
unveiling are a fable's morals and concerns
taking pause to commune with fauna and elm
serenely does nature speak throughout her realm
our phrases linger with new colors
hues vibrant encompass as skylines
our dimensions broaden anew
sentences chosen carefully carry more import
with words nuanced, renewed
with a more sentient bite
with emotions more candid
abashedly bare, a despair founded
with paroxysm of catharsis we quill
weeping of our dormant essence shaken to life
confessions deepening, plunging in thought
letting the afflatus of passion flow
I Am Anaya
quill & inkwell love
11/14/25
In sheep's clothing they infiltrate, call you mate, lie in wait;
these sly wolves who seek to harm and disarm with charm.
It's a clever deed, founded in greed and meant to mislead.
Their nakedness would reveal the heart of steel they conceal.
Search behind the glint in their eyes to see their lies and alibis
Strip vile ones naked of that pseudo smile, glimpse their guile
Lay bare the amiable mask they wear. They will dare to ensnare.
Don't be naive and believe words spewed by those who decieve.
It's not uncouth to play the sleuth and expose the naked truth
of those who stalk and walk about while praising with sweet talk.
Don't be a fool thinking they're cool. It's a heap of wolfen stool.
Be shrewed! Denude the lewd ones so you don't get screwed.
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November 11, 2016
Naked Contest
Anthony Slausen
There once was a congressman named Weiner
Suspected of exposing his 'wiener'
Of course he claimed no knowledge
Oh yeah! Claimed girl in college
He could be charged with a misdemeanor
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Do you dread what you hear
as shadows, slink from sight?
Does your heart thump in fear
with each creak of the night?
Do you shake like loose chaff,
feeling you're all alone?
Can you hear your dark half
sorting sins to atone?
How does it feel to hold
life and death in one's hand?
When you do what you're told,
do your morals still stand?
Will you refuse a kiss
cause your heart is seething?
Do you wallow in bliss
when jealousy's teething?
Are you ready to die
defending every scar?
Shall I expose your lie
and show you who you are?
You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes
And make of love the distinction that love despise
And all figures come only to my praise of the gift
God gave to Adam, when he unreplenished, adrift
Midst loneliness and impotence, found sleep blessed
To wake and find his rib enclothed with loveliness
Would you call the virgin mother frigid, cold
Who felt God's heat and furnished men his gold
Zeus too often imitate and did not once procreate
Beyond the fiction of the mind. All flesh fornicate
That cannot yield like Mary did to quiver and moan
To bear the first command to all; all pleasures groan.
The stigma then maligns my rib and cuts my breast
For only truth is beauty in all her virgin comeliness
Undemured, undefiled, stained by circumstance, and pure
The heart aches for beauty and found in Eve no cure
Just Mary Magdala, my passion's patient bride
Goddess of the penitent, queen of desire's tide
That like the moon brings sweet glow upon my bed
She copulates with the sun, and trees that naked shed
Themselves, like arthritic Simons, pay in rich spice
To luxuriate in the pleasures of her passion and vice.
What then her breached external form a little stained
The rich stream of heaven kept not disdained.
Measure this then against rebellious Eve, who crave
Man's pleasure but disdained to concieve; the rave
Of her autonomy to be as god, and provoked the earth
To crown an Astarte, Anat, Venus, Aphrodite as worth
To which some like Delilah or Helen made men bow
And worship in wine drenched mud the grovelling sow
Think of it, I never thought my mother panted or sweat
To shed a seed, for her purity repudiated such a threat
That I was concieved by the pleasure that first the pain
Mother is too chaste, and stainlesss all mothers remain
The mind rare permits sister or daughter expansion of gene
And yet unweb the stigma projected unto the queen
And where the stigma sits their lolls the brooding heart
Aflamed, the loins deep ocean longing to break apart
The solid rock that love strike to feed the egg athirst
The tongue languishing to bulge night's breast in verse
The hand to strip the curtain from the flesh, the skin
To meet as one, joy in joy, and love in love enmeshed.
Light
Reveals
All darkness
Exposes sin
Son
Cobalt blue clouds cover the sun
Magenta sun rising
Fog slips between dark green foliage
A red sunrise springing
A warning~ a storm is brewing
Danger in the storm's wake
The stillness with roosters crowing
Seems simplicity's take
Maybe not simplicity at all
Possibly dangers there
Waiting in the thick undergrowth
In a place that seems fair
Deep, deep red sun on the horizon
Just a portion now shows
An angry red war waging
What next will danger expose
Unfinished
You are bent on me
and I am not
we travel at wavelength that are apart
you think that I do not know
but I have passed through all that
and I have it all in a cool and well stow.
So please move away!
You are devious
and that's obvious
you think you are clever
but I guess with me you are never
because I always have a way
to let you say and quickly site the putty and clay.
So do not try shoot outs!
You attempt a game
I have played them all
please try and give them a name
be it dishonor or fame
you can be sometimes lame
but I am past master and remain all the same.
So, do not play them!
if you do please do
at your risk and posse
because you always risk with me
a bawdy expose'.
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'Neath the Spring's morning fog
Just below mine blind
I found in wander
hern pixy bare
anxious
*poetry soup allowz not; special
characterz in title... i.e...exposé
The force of the righteous is full of the misguided, a forsaken realm to which we're never invited. The gullible minds of weakness, led by their own obliqueness. "Take your children (Psalms) and thrash them about the sharp edged rocks"...Thus is one of the many reasons that I continually put forward these endless mocks. I can't believe that an all loving, all forgiving gOD cast down the suicide self, As well as the innocent smited children are molested, accused and abused torturers women, and those with mental health. Justified in disguise the light is not as holy as it seems. Consider them monstrous like the most horrific of dreams. They need to pay for their mistakes and quit using our souls as the stakes. Stop the infection, expel falsehood's, refuse the lie, accept it's contradiction and reject the reposed. Religions built on scriptures, with words that are 96% fictitious and written by man then juxtaposed. Fu*k me! I will not believe that the victims of the depressed and self-sufferers are to be condemned. All the while the predators and the profaned are running around free and 'forgiven', no I refuse to pretend. I will not lend a hand nor accept this malevolence as benevolence. Mine eyes cannot live inside this disbelief or believe and accept a King James version full on pretense. I could never have my own faith in this creation gOD, who is more evil than that of those so called "Satanist". When you lay down the holy and unholy bibles... The laws, the sins, the rules side by side. You to will be aghast that the supposed wicked have true morality, character, and pride in which to abide. Devastated that our lives are denied by dreams and disillusions, Some where in time we were misled straight into misinterpreted confusions.
I That Expose Heaving Breast To Harrowing Night
(BORN FROM NIGHT BATTLES IN YOUTH FIERCELY FOUGHT)
I that expose heaving breast to harrowing night
Daring to curse fate, defying its awesome might
Live in this world as an old and cold lonesome stone
After midnight face those horrendous beastly moans
Do so despite broken sword and battered shield
Fight in dark realms, void of any flowering fields.
With ancient scarred shield, and heaping acres of hope.
Scribed with Latin words, proclaiming truth to cope.
I that have deep, gashing wounds that refuse to heal
See the busy, blinded crowds wonder how that feels
Thank our God for that respite born from words of praise
Summon angels to sing out to him God did raise
Asking that I may live to see another day.
With ancient scarred shield, and heaping acres of hope.
Scribed with Latin words, proclaiming truth to cope.
I that expose heaving breast to harrowing night
Daring to curse fate, defying its awesome might
Live in this world as an old and cold lonesome stone
After midnight face those horrendous beastly moans
Do so despite broken sword and battered shield
Fight in dark realms, void of any flowering fields.
With ancient scarred shield, and heaping acres of hope.
Scribed with Latin words, proclaiming truth to cope.
Robert J. Lindley, August 11th 1996
Rhyme
( In quibus virtus et fides coniunguntur ad victoriam reportandam )
Note: 12-18-2021
Found this poem from back in the 90's while researching past
creations to inspire myself to write today. And I did write today
but then I decided to go ahead and present this oldie. I hope it
may inspire somebody and give courage to endure travails this
dark world may have thrown their way..--RJL
I don't ratify this fake party,
I intend to rid it of failure
to the glory...
I don't approve immobility
of our friendly relationships...
I wish warm beds,
and fire in love...
I don't appreciate life
painted in pictures on the walls,
Desire to paint the story of life...
It's not enough for me to contemplate
beauty sparse...nature dead !
I wish to expose the total beauty
which exists in everything... !
Finally going to expose myself
Had this need for quite a long while
Now I know what you guys are thinking
You're naughty, that's not my style
Going to expose my innermost being
Surprise you with my depth of thought
A very deep minded individual
But expose my great body, NOT!
My heart has always been an open book
For as long as this guy can recall
But there are things that even I keep hidden
Some I keep locked in a vault
There are certain moments in everyone's life
We should try to keep hidden away
For the most part, I really don't have that many
But some I remember to this day
A real catchy title for a serious poem
Necessary as I've many times said
So I play the game, there's no harm done
The main reason why poems get read
“Exposing myself” is a catchy phrase
One reason you're reading my poem
Sorry to disappoint, hope you still love me
And you continue to visit my home
Every day I expose myself to all you guys
What I get back is love and multiple highs
Shows you my bestest
Like the best breakfast
Green eggs and ham and calorie loaded fries
his portrayal of love
a flower everyday
makes her feel cherished