Best Exhuming Poems

Words were meant to be shared, 
embraced, loathed at times, 
feared, and met with trepidation.

Words release that power within us
we need to express in tactile whispers
or in loud climactic reverberations.

They are meant to charm, to soothe, 
to pacify, to even stop that internal
clock ticking away...

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I write of feelings real;
some difficult to express.
And encourage hearts to feel;
with a poetic caress.

My pen interrogates pain;
trying to describe the hurt.
And redefine what is sane;
revealing the hidden dirt.

My poems evoke feelings;
from first breath to Death's embrace.
And shattering glass ceilings;
amplify pride and disgrace.

My words connect...

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This lapse shed showers of sorrows
Piercing my diamond heart with its arrows
And as it breaks within my grasp furrows
It paints little hells on my minds marrows

Oh! Pretty maiden so dark and comely
Exhuming my youthful passion spontaneously
With infectious smiles and extorted kisses
Your seduction breaks honest promises

There...

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Coffin lungs unhinge a chest open bare, 
fragile skin ripping thin as bat membrane-
flutter in waves of vapor, from the heart that beats itself,
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Iberia, I long to breathe you in
as long ago I did. . . and then exhale
sangria nights with lace against my skin!
Sweet temptress draped in beauty, you unveil
Flamenco’s soul, exhuming history -
impressions left by ancients on your face -
from Roman glory’s remnants by the sea
to...

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I taught of it to be a day filled with ink and empty paper
Where ill paint myself rainbow 
Blank paper scribbled with ink should rain upon me
In appreciation for the proper use of poetry 
Today every word play will queue up in a cemetery 
Exhuming...

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love calibrates not
value systems
there is no judgment 
nor any hesitation 
in plunging into embrace 

the echo may not return
it matters not
love is an effervescence 
exhuming darkness 
as God is our witness...

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We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
 
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
 
With one look back in unbelief
exhuming the long trek
   ...

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THE DEMARCATING OF SUE
Between the edge of secrecy
and seething brink of lunacy
there went I to the very deepest
     darkest part of me!
And preyed upon my bleakened soul
to bring to end--it be my goal
the very thing that keep me breathing
  ...

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Sprawled on my soft leather sofa
One Sunday after church service
Reading Okara’s “Spirit of the Wind”
And my infant son is sleeping nearby:
He would never leave me alone.
I couldn’t tell whether I was reading
Because he was asleep or
He was asleep because I was reading.
But from the wind...

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Mouth dry, face numb.
My eyes feel like exploding.
Back and forth between dark clouds,
halfway between heaven and hell.
I'm tired of fighting. I need a hand.
The feelings are toxic and soul destroying.
Trapped within the labyrinth of this betrayed mind,
I'm under attack from an unrepentant enemy.
Elements that speak...

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Each subsequent process of cell division    
i.e. mitosis sans biological parlance 
erodes chromosomal cap re: telomere if u can envision
some juncture senescence prevails – 
apoptosis no chance to prevent natural degradation 
and one alternate decision opting to bail out 
subsequent etching chronological...

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And sadness reigns
Though never ordained
from the simple truth
Billowing joy
Subverting bliss
Standards too ephemeral
To lobby the naked
wishes we hold
Desperately close
To our heart
And sadness reigns
Our heart
once whole
Sputter and mends
And beats eternally
No matter the blood
No blood the matter
It seeks, filters
and dispenses joy
From mechanoly cells
Pleading for regeneration
The familiar beg towards
Indiscriminate...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid, 
which gets saved in 
every mellifluous 
moment by the 
sacrosanct...

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for Eric Mottram

           "Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen,
            Dann ist die Erde schön."
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