Short Hearkening Poems

the stars lifted up
and the earth —
we stand hearkening

10/22/2018...

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As psoriasis; old scoros is'
With vulgarity; of method-biz
Darkening all hearkening
Bloated out ego-cankering
Blood money his diocease!...

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Hearing vibrations
passivity strains
Learning to listen
hearkening reigns
Sound and resonance 
euphony binds 
Volition the ears
— eternity finds

(Herb Alpert: June, 2024) 
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Listen to poem:

skin soft, giving
ego plump, accepting
talk embellished, aware
mind a sponge, absorbing
resolve earnest, resolute
awareness listening, agile
love unencumbered, bubbling
debate boisterous, hearkening

heaven can wait, 
not done...

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Deep within the crevices
Dire valleys deepen
Hearkening to the Thunder
Channel Rivers spiral
Voicourss thunderclouds
Clapping  loud
Sun beams bright
Focusing on it lights path
Darkness Shadows await the night
Moon switches places 
Evening tides river rides
The grounds follows
Deep within the crevices

8/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020...

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R-eality and fantasy deliciously intertwine, with
O-pulent stars and pearlescent moonlight,
M-ystical pheromone tango and waltz,
A-ncestral hearkening to the lyrical
N-ewness of love. Warmth of rapturous embrace,
T-rill of songbird heartbeat - pulses flutter in
I-dyllic skies of amorous twilight, utterly
C-harmed by a pink tie and a blue rose in stiletto heels.

2/18/2018
John Hamilton’s Romantic-acrostic contest...

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there’s no face appearing in the window
as I stare through the whiskyfalls 
of the sun made of cucumbers
that ticks in my sternum like a deathwatch
so where’s my sagacity? – 
– lost somewhere in the pink furry mirrors
hearkening ill, weirdly and sinister
baffled from holding itself a hostage
running wild in the power sockets
the same inside out in the eye sockets
crying out loud from the acient books
of lamentations 
and corvus breakdowns...

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The wind whipped the canvas tarp, 
rain pricked the pavilion with the 
accuracy of a Master Archer,
weak seams were laid wide.

Upon bodies warm and wet with loving,
teardrops fell, a baptism of desire cleansed
spirits too long lost to the pleasures of the flesh.

Wind chimes rang like church bells hearkening 
atonement while in the womb-like blackness,
filled with pheromones of passion and marked 
with a plethora of moans, the lovers lay....

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