James McLain Poems

If you must love me and me you must never love.
Then be it of that and simply I am loved because.
The deep values I hold come of that.
And you try to be good to me, my love.
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When it ends, it is near the end.
If it is up the hill then it is divided.
Sitting down,
I look at it a little more closely.
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For loving her,
when loved by him, loves she and he has loved her dearly.
Thus for him by she and he was loved.
Kind was that one kiss he does not inhale.
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Every where I look
are guns.
Hating guns I look.
A lot of married ladies do it to.
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The Little the boy, looks at the girl as they play.
Distant far off is the mist as it drifts in from the sea.
Coast to coast inbetween asks once of the girl.
The boy looks up and sees but one green eye.
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And from the rift looking over and down how I loved, you.
Never giving up!
Pulled forth over the edge into now.
All that was good in me.
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Killing all the brightest lights.
I write to you this note this letter,
sitting next to that which falls straight up.
From whence, deep down from where,
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Of all the birds I ever knew of one without a cage.
The one that never flew.
Resting left they went away, away but close this one.
The lonely cloud this cloud I might have never been,
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While I go, to where I never was before.
Can I do it,
the softest sound, this voice that sings.
Like once it was before.
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By the waters edge the plants are green.
Then when I look up to see the moon her face,
the sky is all around me.
Where moon light, shimmers off the leaves.
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