James McLain Poems

Standing back, feeling 'Heat'-so-'White.'
Move it not around the house, it's wood.
It lies above the floor, beneath the grate.
It is bright and red, bare to quench the fire.
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When one,
speaks in words.
When is there not a
misunderstanding..?
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a nerve
and because of it.
you quiver and shake.
blessed,
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Coming to the ball
each
and every being
masqueraded unto
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Even from the start;
even before
that one, none will speak of it.
Except in an isolated place.
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A sad poem for me could be such as this one;


Looking around, to where I am and how are you.
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Try kindness,
for the choir that you preach to
more than
likely
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Some times when i
have a 'Rose'
a scented rose.
It smells different
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When I was little and small.
There was a hole
in the wood
where there once was a knot.
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Saturday afternoon
I am reading the paper
in central park.
She always arrives
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