Short Exhuming Poems
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life is a sojourn
where to learn we burn
desires letting go
exhuming ego
each body vector
sips soma nectar
that thus bliss replete
graced we feel complete
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
songs of silence reverberate in heart
an orchestra playing for us alone
breath by breath we feel bliss ignition start
exhuming ego is how we atone
in timeless time coming into our own
with God’s omnipresence forging a bond
form dwells here, our spirit in the beyond
spirit eternal, caged in feeble form
remains shrouded under a thought form cloud
silence and stillness invokes a bliss storm
exhuming false ego that once stood proud
its admittance thereafter disallowed
that thus as pure awareness self-aware
with the heart of God we seamlessly pair
Mood elevators are needed
Exhuming pain and grief
When throb of love by heart’s heeded
Granting our soul relief
Pause awhile free from guile
Let heart’s innocence smile
Mile by mile, mile by mile
Ego sedators
Mood elevators
07-May-2022
Quietus
spiritual discourses
address lower mind
offering not flavour
of bliss magnetism
that ignites our form
therefore silence
is the best teacher
requiring release of
ownership of thought
thus exhuming ego
awareness animated
poised in the void
entwined with existence
breaks the mirror
invoking Holy Spirit
by her bosom lay beside
a new birth baby
nurturing sucking exhuming life's liquid
Eve came out of Adam's chest
humanities first nourishment
coming from mother's breast
life engagement bosom side
2/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
"from future anthology -Where Are the Villagers"
Nine Eleven two thousand and one
No One
In
New York
Expected
Eighteen years ago
Live images of
Explosions
Vividly
Exhuming
Numbers in the
Thousands
With
Only
Their
Hands
Or the
Unbelievable
Sacrifices
And
Non-stop
Dedication
Astonishing
Nerve and
Determination
Our
Nations Hero’s
Every one of them
Tell tale signs linger in the void,
of unvoiced emotions destroyed,
yet embraced by the universe,
thereby shaping destiny’s verse,
replaying as our life’s refrain,
until mindful eye does ingrain
each flicker and nuance within
bleeding hearts, thus exhuming sin
from the very core of our soul,
that womb of existence feels whole.
03-August-2022
Ready my pen
My beautiful green eyes
Upon our hearts you do rise
Through our loving arms
Your soldiers are armed
I too, felt the sun upon my face
Through the warmth of your embrace
Bright purple, white and pink
Beyond the beauty which others may think
Flowers protruding
Your love found exhuming
Deliverance from above
Surrounded by your love
Blessing to our land
True miracles are at hand
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 words buried in my archive
To march forth to me for their salary
For they slaughtered for me every life alive.
World Poetry Day |2020
©Pensayf
We behold our form, that’s but dust,
so wonder at our acts unjust,
which but serve cravings of ego,
we are somehow loathe to forgo
and with this knowing we begin
slowing down thought, exhuming sin,
that we may recognise our soul,
to feel joyous, blissful and whole
and no sooner we make this shift,
we find we’re no longer adrift,
having woken up in life’s dream,
where myriad illusions stream.
25-May-2023
Emblemed traces hidden inside me
are the dismantles of one-way love.
You held me loose asunder
at the precipice of your chasm.
My prudent heart hid no love
I bled each drop at your cup
you apparently found every bit
an equivocal grotesque.
Over the ages, I've trekked
finding not even single flower
with flamboyant petal
to entice my desires.
So I find myself at the monument
exhuming a catastrophe of love.
Having discarded all imagined knowing,
with eyes for no other, seeking God alone,
witnessing soma nectar within flowing,
poised in silence, as our consciousness we hone,
exhuming ego we come into our own.
Ego depends on thought and thought on desire,
so when there remain no objects to acquire,
formless presence tip toes into heart unshod,
which is how with the universe we conspire,
to behold in direct sight, the face of God.
the barren light flickers
for the last time, sealing fate
what thought was meant to be
as I was set out, simply free
free to roam
a solitary heretic in atrophy
living where roads
bleed upon the horizon
rubbed against ruins, in exile
exhuming me
I'll take the long way, love
trailing darkened paths
trudging past, weakness
spilt as strangers pass
through wayward nights
holding steady with the light
for even the pain, never lasts