James McLain Poems

My treasure I hide from the storms, as the
Water turns to foam on the rocks.
She when I'm weary will say as she sighs,
Read the hidden words and remember my works
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If death is kind I must go and if hearing that
Other's coming back to life in giving life to die.
Low and white the sea the sand is brown
And every trail I walk leads me down into the sea.
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Why I am yours, yours to be loved,
Lost in the moment that's when I listen to you.
Found in the wind, heard in the whisper
When the rest are asleep all is still.
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Alone I am by the sea,
With no one to love or see.
Giving I have gave,
And no one to take what I give.
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Gone is the music flat waves,
To far to see and to old to be what
Other's still have left to have.
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Real poetry isn't an opinion or a quote.
And without an equal measure of pain that real
True pain,
Pain that turns your guts inside out, well it's not
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Why should I care about rain and or snow,
About your green leaves that were silver and gold.
Or on a bush on that hill that will never be seen!
Or all of the trees that you climbed as a kid,
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Hanging up high where all can see, as she deserves.
I walk around her.
She has presumed that the Court's,
Will condone child abuse!
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