Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me
HERE the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:
Here I shade and hide my thoughts--I myself do not expose them,
And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
poem by Walt Whitman
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If you're not going to tell something if you're not going to expose something it's real easy to go in and photograph from behind the camera and not expose any of your weaknesses.
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Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts.
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A Hot Iron
Expose her,
Expose him,
But on the stage like the ceasefire after the war! !
But, whose guns killed these people?
Reverent,
Dignified,
Filthy lucre!
Breed, greed, reed, need, deed, feed, heed, peed, seed, teed, weed;
But new and inexperience! !
However, the conduct of yourself was like the boldness of your sweet love.
You are giving heed to seducing spirits and the doctrine of demons!
And like a hot iron in the land of your muse;
But founded with the law to expose him or her! !
However, a righteous degree is the way of life than the negative chains of war.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shocking Are Some Scenes Seen
So shocking are some scenes seen,
Downtown
Where the people there will congregate,
As if auditioning
The latest of less wearing,
To expose their 'goods'
With a caring that is obviously,
A wish to expose just about everything.
So shocking are some scenes seen,
Downtown.
Where not only jaws drop!
But eyes too can be viewed to pop.
One has to be there to witness this.
To see what can not be for most to believed.
And yesterday what is exposed today,
Would promptly be a reason
For the calling of police,
And sirens heard to flood the streets
To arrest those for their nakedness
AND a disturbing of the peace
But
So shocking are some scenes seen,
Downtown and all around
Where the people there and everywhere,
Will congregate
As if auditioning,
The latest of less wearing of anything.
To expose their 'goods',
With a caring that is obviously,
A wish to expose just about everything.
And many become offended,
If an attention given is 'not' mentioned.
'Excuse me.
Can you tell me what that 'use' to be?
Whatever that is you are barely wearing'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The music industry is saying, This is the format, and if you'll fit into this format, you can be on radio, and if radio will play you, MTV will expose you, and MTV will expose you, we'll sell records.
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Crowded Elevator
Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go
Thirteen suited strangers makes the crowded elevator slow
And i've got a million words and phrases on the tip of my tongue
For the only non stranger next to me soon she'll know
Know, know. so let them stare
If i cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how i feel me to spill
Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them
A twelve more floors your eyes and mine all i need to come clean
Or should i wait for the lobby, spare the lies
Some 26 nervous eyes argue by the little red numbers passing by
If i wait one minute longer, i think i will die
Die, die. it isn't fair.
If i cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how i feel me to spill
Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them
If i cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how i feel me to spill
Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them
You help me to feel safe and know
All the while i've been so inquisitive
I can't go back cuz now i know how it feels to open up and breathe
I can't go back cuz now i . . .
I can't go back cuz now i . . .
I can't go back cuz now i . . .
If i cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how i feel me to spill
Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them
Yeah
Infront of them
Infront of them
Infront of them
song performed by by Incubus
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For Arj
that fox must know by now
that i do not expose the lies of the boy who shouted
'wolf! wolf! wolf! '
there is no need
the lies know how to expose themselves
time need not compel them even
i can always tell a Pinocchio
even without his elongated nose
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Works Of Darkness!
Works of darkness!
Expose them;
For you ere once in the darkness and now,
You've seen the light!
Works of darkness!
Expose them;
And walk as children of the light always,
For things done in the dark are full of evil!
And live according to the positive gift in you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Signature
Why sign an agreement without the conscience to know the terms?
But this is the way of life in one's own kingdom.
Please watch and read before you sign up,
For you may easily expose your nakedness to the other party;
And it is my obligation to tell you the truth.
Read it well before you sign up,
For i don't want you to expose your nakedness;
And many are those who have made mistakes in signing up.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Solitude of Shade
Where the light is soft, I live in shade
in the corners of my mind where thought is made.
Where the temperature is cool, and my soul repose
my peace in the world one may suppose.
Under the shade my defects hide
and my imagination is my friend at my side.
Where love is truth
and intuition the sooth
of all that's to come
of all to be done.
The shade is my ambiance which determines my mood
where pensive thoughts lay and my loves gravely brood.
Lost in a world where people are gray
I hide from the world and it's shiny bright day.
In the shade is the place to be
where one can hide and freely see
the world around
where false is found
and the poor fool
is always crowned.
But to retire from the shade
and back into the light.
My thoughts whiter and fade
as I am back in sight…
The solitude of shade
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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In The Thick Bush Of Your Love
Go through the titles of my poems and watch your steps,
Because they may easily expose your nakedness to me!
But i am like a woman in the thick bush of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Of Sheer Love
Fabulous,
Fantastic!
Exquisite composition;
My own feeble effort,
Your own feeble effort,
His own feeble effort,
Her own feeble effrot,
And on demand like the pleasures around us! !
But, i will expose my love to you under the mango tree.
To you,
To me,
To him,
To her,
To us! !
And, from the heart;
Of sheer love,
But, under the trees to expose my love to you.
Cattle, battle, wattle, rattle, tattle;
Love the one who loves you and love the one who hates you! !
And like the magic hands of peace across the Queen's land,
But, try to understand my mind in the land of your muse.
Of sheer love,
Forward, backward, ward, reward, afterward;
For, i now understand who you are,
But, under the mango tree i will expose my love to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Letter To My Families.
It's compound though,
Irrespective of racism, tribalism and lots of culturistic value,
Indeed enormous in its adventurous reaction,
To see survival of the day.
It's compound though,
To have the time rolling and unstopped,
What exact is it by the watch,
The world wall clock as the case be?
What exact is it to the unborn ruled and its rulers?
It's compound though..
Happy is the reverences,
Happy is the life and lives,
A man, Woman or gods?
A spirit I owe.
It's compound though,
compound in depth of its unlimited,
Compound in depth of its wisdom,
Compound to celebrate its celebrities,
It's a start.
It's compound though,
To expose your world,
To expose my world,
To expose the world,
A start to many undivine,
A start to the unborn rulers,
It's compound though....
Avoid a kingdom's fight,
A letter to my families.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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Quia Absurdum
Guard yourself from the terrible empty light of space, the bottomless
Pool of the stars. (Expose yourself to it: you might learn something.)
Guard yourself from perceiving the inherent nastiness of man and woman.
(Expose yourself to it: you might learn something.)
Faith, as they now confess, is preposterous, an act of will. Choose the Christian sheep-cote
Or the Communist rat-fight: faith will cover your head from the man-devouring stars.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Upon Apparel
God gave us Cloaths to hide our Nakedness,
And we by them, do it expose to View.
Our Pride, and unclean Minds, to an excess,
By our Apparel we to others shew.
poem by John Bunyan
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Delusional Tool
He has made such a mess of things.
How dare he expose,
Our dirty clothes.
He brings attention and demeans.
And discloses,
Truth we oppose.
Popular he may be.
And yet he stings.
He speaks with too much honesty.
And that discomfort to us he brings.
He has made such a mess of things.
How dare he expose,
Our dirty clothes.
He brings attention and demeans.
And discloses,
Truth we oppose.
With ammunition given,
To our enemies they use.
Showing us to be beneath perfection.
And perfect we are.
Since this is what we will always choose.
Our filthy laundry has always been ours...
To hide and deny.
Who is he to determine,
Our way of life...
Has been a delusional tool?
His truthfulness is appalling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's ME
It's here
In these words
I can open my chest with the precision of an expert surgeon
And
Expose my heart and bare my soul.
It leaves me vulnerable...
Makes me wonder
Do you like what you see
Now that you know the real me?
This is the one place I don't hide
I don't pretend.
So, you see...
But,
What good does it do?
It's catharsis for me.
What's in it for you?
True,
I don't have to share so freely...
Besides you,
Who here really knows me?
It's here,
On these pages
I cry or scream or love or bleed.
Hoping, strangely
You'll come back some day and continue to read
Not only what I'm saying
But all that I can't say
All that I'm holding back and holding away
So tell me please
In your own special way
Did you like
What
I wrote today?
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Overloaded Ego
Is raunchy and stooping low,
The best way to go?
For someone seeking attention,
To expose an overloaded ego...
Needing the limelight.
And begging for it the most.
There are those who have the talent,
For being obnoxious.
Saying anything...
To agitate their lack of skills,
To rise to the top!
With sleaze categorizing,
Ambitions they will never ever drop.
Is raunchy and stooping low,
The best way to go?
Yes!
For someone seeking attention,
To expose an overloaded ego...
Needing the limelight.
And begging for it the most...
At any given opportunity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Children Of Sisyphus
yes your children
they learn
to walk
and talk
and more
often
you see
them fall
from time
to time
you take
them
by their
arm
and help
them rise
and let
them go
and they
keep
on falling
and you
keep
on helping
there is
hope this
time
seeing
the children
grow
and then
go
experience
explore
expose
expose
explore
experience
yes, ariel
when they
grow up
and answer
back
you always
know what
to tell them
in this absurdity
you tell
them
to shut up
and get lost
for they
are not
yours, though
they come
from you
you do not
give them
your mind
they have
their own
when
they were
first born
it is Time
in turn
that tells
us best:
we too
shut up
we too
get lost
fair enough
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Conceit
Conceit,
And the explicit unconsciousness of it.
Is not noticed by those seeking adulation.
They are on the scene,
To ensure others are aware of their presence.
And if a bullhorn used is not effective...
Methods to gain attention by insults expressed,
Is the only way they can leave long lasting impressions.
Even though nothing else is left addressed.
Like something valued with substance to profess.
But nothing from their lips,
Probes below a shallowness to expose that kind of 'depth'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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