James McLain Poems

I think of you quite often, when the rain
Falls gently through the tender autumn air,
And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain,
A fleeting sadness I could almost wear.
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Susan is the Sun at Best Western Hotel

Susan is the sun that fills the room,
A warmth that lingers past the night's dark gloom,
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I wandered once where light was soft and sweet,
In gardens full of blooms, both wild and fair,
But now the petals scatter at my feet,
Their perfume vanished, carried by the air.
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When will there come soft rain, serene and slow,
To kiss the silent earth and make it bloom?
The skies have whispered tales of falling snow,
But rain will banish all the heart's deep gloom.
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The battlefield is cold, yet my blood runs hot,
Where valor meets the steel, and fear is forgot.
With tanks that roar like thunder, we carve our way,
The sun rises fierce to herald a deadly day.
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The Art of Modern Warfare
Inspired By General Mark Milley

In fields once green, where soldiers stood,
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the day started like any other
sun burning the sky like a busted cigarette,
I walked down the street
with my pills in my pocket,
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The Room of Freedom
by James McLain

it's the small things, always,
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I have never been so tired, not of flesh but of soul,
The years have whipped me like a storm-tossed scroll,
The sea is dark, the winds howl with blame,
Falsely accused, yet I bear the shame.
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Love is to me a whispered sigh,
A tremble 'neath the autumn sky,
Tall trees that weep in rustling groves,
Their golden crowns weighed down so low.
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