James McLain Poems

Your dream's I took
And filled them every one.
I filled them as a garden
Needs the sun.
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We shall rise, I soon forget, as the sun
begin's to set, the moon is brighter yet.
Our fights we had,
combat beset the cause of hotter night's.
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And after love it fades, before it did,
Your cup was always full and over flowed.
The wood we burned was hot and we'd,
Have nothing left to do but put it out.
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Suicides of so many Poets.
Before there was help for mental illness
And it failed my health and for love.
Lest yea forget who you are.
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Writing
and never reading
is the same as
talking
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Having been here nearly ten year's.
I get so many
requests from you to read your work
and leave a comment.
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Sorry am I, if long enough
I'm sorry, if you left,
Unsatisfied.
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There is no one home but her,
And my shadow lean stands out upon the wall.
My boxer's that she wears are but a door,
The back door that I have come to know to well.
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Because at midnight when normal people sleep,
She and I, we can not not where they do,
and evening where it ends and morn begin's.
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