James B. Earley Poems

That wise..old sage..
A philosophical...gent
....Legends...he shared
And wisdom.........he lent
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Joe the plumber......and Sarah
......Hero John......was there for them

Too damned old.......
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......The

.............Poet
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Should not society bear the burden
Of what....guilt cannot erase
Every soul a soldier fighting
On that battlefield of faith
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A taste of harvest
Permeates the air
Fragrance...igniting
.....The atmosphere
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An old flame
Passed my way
I heard a voice
Within me say
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Whenever I ponder
The true meaning of 'friend'
A portrait of you
....Recurs again
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Wondering why they ever met
Was it chance or fate
Doubts and fears..should they not
The circumstance...contemplate
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Gratitude....to you....my friend
For the exotic joy you shared
When speaking of an enchanted place
Then choosing to take me there
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