Short Exhumed Poems

unmitigated lies exhumed - undocumented truth entombed...

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Remote days 
       lovely smiles,
     childish thoughts...
  Today, exhumed realities !...

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Specks of dust vibrate in space,
each speck being an ego,
which when exhumed, what remains,
save the light of God?...

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rejoice,praise
           jubilaltion
bondage abandoned
excursion into being,
horizons of promise
with
innocence exhumed...

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until each node within
does not dance with delight
pulsating as living light
we have not exhumed sin

stemming from ignorance...

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On the other side of the lake
there is a large mountain
and some other hills
like huge bones
coming up from earth
they seems to be exhumed
in the horizon...

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rejoice,praise
               jubilaltion

bondage 
                     abandoned

excursion into being,

horizons of promise
with

innocence exhumed...

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73 Exhumed Creative Engineers Tear Chubby Soliferrum and biscotti

93 Diseased Stewardesses Smack Bemused Ballista and tea cake

83 Gorged Piano Teachers Teach Damp Axe and éclair...

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Imagine.

The smell of a baby
days from the womb.

The smell of a rose
when it's in full bloom.

The smell of a corpse
exhumed from its' tomb.

The smell of fear
and its' impending doom....

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The worst has yet to come,digging up fossilised feelings of mammoth proportion which way a ton,years of emotion wraped in lares of flesh an dirt,exhumed over a billion century's of prehistoric pain and hurt....

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The present ,so easily we forget
Our yesterday's,interred,remembered
'neath leaves of regret;
Often exhumed,wahed bright
with tears of delight;
So clearly,our days past,we see

For tomorrow,....may not be...

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so
 inexpressible
so
 vivid 
 the uncontrolled
inner drive

this
    message 
beyond
   memory
the unstated 
void
   distilling 
the hidden 
essence of
our yesterday’s
 exhumed 
&
in today
       displayed
...

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death did not enter the room
death built the room I was in

a saga worth being exhumed
death did not enter the room

seeds of guile indeed did bloom
slow, malignant, and close to sin

death did not enter the room
death built the room I was in...

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with head chopped off
the heart yet remains
ego exhumed
erased are soul’s stains

who attains
when there is no one here
when the snake sheds its skin
it feels no sense of fear

attention animated
in blissful repose
doing nothing at all
hymns we compose...

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The golden chair of opulence
Seats a stately emperor,
Enrobed in royal purple hue
Of lichen moss that shrouds his bones from view.

And yet he holds you in his thrall,
Millennia since he has lived, 
You bow before his exhumed throne,
And kiss, in fealty, his toe of bone....

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Ensouling this form of dust, thrust of lust
rose from deep within our deluded heart,
feeding feral instincts and deeds unjust,
which were exhumed on adding love to cart,
whence we deemed all souls one and none apart.
The false dropped away; we became God’s light,
pulsating with bliss by day and by night....

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I am enticed by the iambics felt
in tides between my heart, your tongue;
I know dark orchids hem your stilted voice  
and yet your kiss unfolds me lip by lip.
Each line you've breathed has been exhumed before
by a more faithful heartbeat than your own.
Am I in love with practiced whispers pulled
from mouths of dead romantics, rhythm cursed?...

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With bliss magnetism having exhumed ego,
we’re no longer impacted by fickle fate,
living internally in staid stillness slow,
distanced from patterns of old that used to bait,
for knowing life is but a dream, we’ve let go,
trusting God to carry us to heaven’s gate.
Having been, seen and so known our Self as light,
we embody this wisdom by day and night....

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Just before we sleep,
if we dare to leap,
in as meld with space,
we can see God’s face.

For vaporised Self,
life flows by itself,
aflame and aglow,
in staid stillness slow.

Dwelling in the pause,
Self becomes the cause,
as eternal light,
birthing bliss delight.

With ego exhumed,
earth life is resumed,
as was meant to be,
joyous and carefree....

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Ego exhumed, soul will bends
and the vibrant void befriends,
that one with the universe,
we then hum a joyous verse.

Though no desire arises, 
heart embraces surprises,
gifted by the grace of God.
Cupid smiles and we too nod.

As both the all and this form,
the only rule ~ love’s the norm,
free from fear, free from desire,
in heart burns, God’s sacred fire....

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. for public domain

I did not trust my feelings,
their value nor their worth,
I buried them for years to come,
six feet beneath the Earth.

Thought would rule unruly days,
axioms my savior,
steering me through whited water,
guiding my behavior.

Exhumed now in my waning years,
feelings long unlived,
mending what I now fear most,
a half full life half lived....

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Aromatic bouquet
 wafts the garden on display
appealing in its beauty skinned
 to the restless blowing winds 
fill a desirous needed intent
 emerging buds bowed and bent
rising stem with flower exhumed
 petals open wide ready for the bloom
plucked from its very source
 natures preservative discourse
pricked the thief on flower thorns.






All flowers and thorns in time
7/8/2020...

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O pen up to a wealth of wisdom and wit
E ach day a new gem is exhumed 
T racing our past and plotting our future
R acing thoughts on paper or computer screens
Y earning for more,

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Follow love’s scent, in close embrace,
celebrating upward ascent,
ensured on granting joy consent,
renouncing life’s mundane rat race
and thus with no earth goals to chase,
fears exhumed, our will to God bent,
follow love’s scent.

Feel the outpourings of God’s grace,
ensuring that we be present
in the here and now, heart content,
gentling thought, slowing down life’s pace.
Follow love’s scent....

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No doubt we had sinned
but yet the veils thinned,
revealing clear light,
to our soul’s delight.

Suffering brought tears
and with it dark fears,
by God’s breath exhumed,
as bliss beats resumed.

All we did was feel
life with zest and zeal,
calling out His name,
when we so felt shame.

Love’s trust begets trust,
felt as rapture’s thrust,
pervading our form;
a benign bliss storm.

31-May-2022...

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