Best Exposed Poems
I was a child of only seven years,
adventurous, bold, I had no fears.
Into the woods I would go
after my Mom told me "No."
But worth the spanking and the tears.
These days the woods are worrisome,
fear I may trip and land on my bum.
Things live there I didn't see
when I was young and carefree.
With age, it's to caution I have succumb.
{ { { February 14th, 2016 } } }
They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way, such an evil act!
Chaos they love and they love to destroy.
Starting off the New Year, Newsom's their boy.
This world is full of evil, and it will get worse!
If the people don't take a stand, there will be remorse!
(No syllable count)
PLEASE DONATE TO THE CALIFORNIA COMMUNITY
FUND. IT IS A RECOVERY FUND DEDICATED FOR
HELPING THE VICTIMS OF THE WILDFIRE.
Thank you and please pray for the victims of these
wildfires. God bless all that do.
It is sad to know these Hell bound
Satanist have planned the destruction
of California through their manipulation,
aiding in not implementing a plan to
have water in the hydrants with 7.5 Billions
put aside to do so, they did not implement.
Cutting the Firefighters budget by 17
million dollars. Creating the fires like in
Hawaii using lasers. They have targeted
California, Hawaii, and Canada. You know
this was planned because the fires were
started with 100 miles an hour winds in
place to fan the fires. What are the odds
of having no water in the hydrants, 100
miles an hour winds to fan the fires, and
the start of fires, all at once... Also months
before the insurance companies started
cancelling homeowners policies against
fires. Who tipped them off these fires were
coming to take such action. This tells you
it was planned and someone knew ahead of
time the fires were coming? This has to stop.
I hope there is an extensive investigation from
a private company not by their own
administration.
Davin Newsom has to be charged for this
planned destruction, loss of life, and suffering
caused by his alleged deliberat actions.
Important: Please go to YOUTUBE and type in
The Fires are "the plan" This is Disturbing. Off Grid
with Doug and Stacy... You will be amazed what
is in this video...
One blossom's beauty left exposed
Against tender green leaves
Beneath upon the ground spring's joy
Wild Violets interweave
Soon solid gray damp mass of clouds
Will dump a pouring rain
While the plump Mourning Dove sits fluffed
Against the damp cold pain
Breakfast is cooked and served up now
The feeding frenzy gone
I'll go split an atom or two
These dreams build upon
I’m just an innocent poem
roses are red that kind of stuff
Oh well then are the thorns
male or female or what
Does critical literacy enhance
the fragrance of beauty
How many isms hide in a flower
are petals translucent
Fertility without borders
blameless conception
21st April 2021
Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread.
What the hay is this nonsense on my head?
I can’t go to work, can't enter the office!
I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses,
be the fool who provided entertainment gossip.
God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous.
I do not care about appearing faultless,
but I'd rather errantly tuck a dress in my hose
and walk through the office cluelessly exposed
than have everyone think this is what I choose.
I wonder if I should call in with a case of ugly,
hire someone to gently, but effectively mug me?
Perhaps I'll get pulled and cuffed on the roadside
for publicly exposing the ugliest hair ever dyed.
Shame a wig class wasn't at business school:
"How to Avoid Looking Like the Office Fool."
I look like a horrified, horror movie hostess.
Even my own mirror is refusing to focus.
Here I am, paler than even fresh new snow,
with midnight black hair grooving to and fro.
My very first dye and, oh my, I could just die!
Box said ‘brown’, now I'm so down, I might cry.
Universe, please – send a natural disaster,
nothing fatal, it's just one repair day I’m after.
Throughout my life I’ve kept unto myself
my feelings and my thoughts held deep within,
and stored like dusty books upon a shelf,
preventing my emotions to begin.
The thoughts I’ve been reluctant to confide
lest hidden dreams left to the world to find;
these inner thoughts that always did reside,
are buried in the attic in my mind.
But as I’ve gotten older now I see
that maybe inner thoughts I should convey;
perhaps to share these thoughts was meant to be,
not keeping them forever locked away.
And now as thoughts descend the attic stair,
I feel somewhat exposed as soul is bare.
October 18, 2019
This shadow that I see with my back turned to the sun.
He represents me without fault and does not show my thinning hair
or blemish on my skin that's there, or any hidden thing,
or any other secret thing that's hiding deep within.
My shadow is the perfect mimic, knowing what it means to show the one who'd rather not be seen, who knows the look of squeaky clean,
and how to represent his Christ in just the way his Christ would like.
A disguising life, a respected man of God, and wife.
And while my back is turned my back is burned by scorching sun
'til midday cast will mean my shadow's fast retreat,
until my shadow's last deceit, until my shadow's full defeat,
and I and it are one.
And so I turn my face, I turn to face the Son,
a work of grace that won't relent 'til darkest shadow fades
and softens in that light of grace, that grace now long begun,
revealing not the dark within,
but beloved all along.
The first time
Goodness?
or not
the first time I saw a man’s parts
I was five…….
Such confusion, such disbelief
hide and seek we played and in a a box he hid.
Sears had delivered a new frig
his sons and I “ally alley out free……..”
we called and ran from room to room
in giggling search for each other.
Closet ……….no..
Behind the kitchen door ……no
Upstairs we ran His son and I to the kids bedroom.
Under the bed….nope!
Downstairs we ran and out the door,
the boy went left I went right.
The backyard with all the sheds and trees and….
a huge cardboard box……….
His eldest son squealed from the front yard…
baby boy was no where out front!!!
The flap on the cardboard box moved.
Ever so quietly I approached ……….
“I got him!” I screamed and lifted the box flap.
Inside the box sat my friends Dad?
In an over coat and nothing else….
“Wanta see what I got?” He said?
Between his hands stood a rigid rod
he petted it. Looking down at it and up at me….
I screamed. I ran. “Grandma! GRANDMAAAAAAAAAAA!”
And that was my first exposure to man.
A true angel removes your mask
Seems to be her task
Digs into your belief system some more
Asks how you gained your values, core
I am a creature of habits old
A product of my experiences untold
A book easily read
Raised on biases instead
Poetry is exposing –
little of us remaining
hidden after each write;
though future subjects
will differ, honesty
transcends all titles...
the language of spirit
leaving one totally bare,
while refreshingly
unearthed....
Crystalline kisses from soft silken lips,
as, naked are the tears from my eyes, my love drips.
This promise I make with dreams only of you,
my heart I give open, unselfish and true.
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Run away
Run from fear
Fear of fighting
Fear of violence
Violence scares
Violence erupts
Erupts through families
Erupts in the home
Home was a haven
Home should hold love
Love is gone
Love neglected
Neglected by parents
Neglected alone
Alone in a city
Alone and cold
Cold in body
Cold in heart
Heart bleeds
Heart break
Break given
Break accepted
Accepted friendship
Accepted with trust
Trust with innocence
Trust but duped
Duped and drugged
Duped into abuse
Abuse followed by abuse
Abuse by Man
Man can be rotten
Man is surely sick
Sick in mind
Sick head
Head screaming
Head in pain
Pain by ink brand
Pain covets death
Death threats
Death witnessed
Witnessed abduction
Witnessed noted
Noted confirmed
Noted exposed
Exposed by evidence
Exposed begins rescue
Rescue from slavery
Rescue from trafficking
Trafficking is criminal
Criminal is slavery
8th March 2017
Was so inspired by the blitz poem I read by J Amorose yesterday that I decided to have a go myself.
There once was a gal named Patricia
She was known for her sexy charisma
She'd parade round town
Guys would gather round
As she danced she exposed her chinchilla
© Jack Ellison 2015
Cinquain,
a clever thing,
if you’re able to master.
And if not then why bother, use
another.
Cinquain,
modern form
now shown here.
Just another type of
poetry
The first one is of the traditional form and the second is of the modern form, or at least that's what I'm hoping