Short Exhuming Poems

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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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 ...

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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...

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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"...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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