Short Haloes Poems

Haloes hesitates handles hollowing hovering ~holograph


5/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021


5/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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I spread her wanting derriere as making love unto she.. 
Perfect sweetness; cumming, and all I could do was enjoy while 
My heart raced to catch her haloes breath; sucking, her beautiful breast....

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ILLUMINATION OF THE GALLOWS
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gallows
hallows
haloes
shallows

Sallow-sad priest, hallows gallows, bleak.
Saints enshrined in haloes ~ shallows shriek.

1/22/2018...

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I look for a sign.
If I could see His footprints, 
or some honest to God relics, 
like a lock of His hair
or the ring He wore.
If the LaBrae Tar pit were filled 
with haloes and harps
perhaps, 
I could believe.
If there was a place like Graceland 
where I could
touch His bathrobe and bedroom slippers,
Then,
my faith 
wouldn’t have to be 
so blind....

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Pompeii at the top of the stairs,
Her negligee glowing like the moonlight.
The trancelike eclipse chases her to bed.
The milky softness of her gown —
birds like stars stun him to moans.
The thickness of her hair haloes the pillow
A mirror reflects his volcanic shadow.
The universe — the subtle kisses 
the eruption of Vesuvius.
Seems forever at rest, in each other’s arms.

11/27/2018...

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Elderliness 

Closer and closer they came
old women with faces made of lava 
and stinking volcanic mouths.
Bodies of soil after years of drought,
dead oasis simmered
between thin thighs and haloes 
of brittle hair.
They slowly stomped during ancient dust
covered their bird claw feet.
I turned and fled through a thorny bush.
Stumbled into indifference time.
Fell into a muddy lake
and drowned in a cascade of ages....

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Stalwart, salient, silent,
broader arms release / embrace 
our metered miles. 
Measured with the tenuous touch 
of when to now.
So paused, we then invent, somehow 
this time of shimmering moments.
As the darkness of dusk is lapped 
by the edge of the day, 
heads all bowed, the new nuns pray,
faces bathed in the blue-white 
spiritual light of i-phones;
angels walking this new earth 
with faces wearing the crowns 
of haloes that have slipped down....

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 Viewing a crèche on the fireplace mantel, flames below kissing the air leave shadow-play that brings the figures to life.  Jesus smiles at me and a donkey lies down beside the mangered child.  I could see the glow from angel haloes; a star and the flames produce more light-beings.  Christmas magic is found within the natural realm; flames like Christ’s, light, fuel the soul and warm the heart.

Nature is magic
Elements all interact;
Create miracles.
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