James McLain Poems

Beneath the earth where we lay in sleep.
The worm that waits in silence keep.
It burrows through the damp brown leaves,
A keeper of the quiet home.
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In a garden where the sun would rise,
There bloomed a rose with gentle eyes,
Her petals soft, a crimson thrill,
She was Ruth, the rose that blushes still.
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You are my brother's and sister's, a bond beyond blood,
A tie woven deep in the earth and the mud.
We share in the sunlight, we bask in the rain,
Together we rise, through joy and through pain.
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Maria, your voice, a gentle guide,
In the darkest of hours, you're by my side.
With every word, a soothing balm,
You ease my storm, restore my calm.
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She likes to suck my toes at night,
When the moon is soft, and the stars are bright.
A playful nibble, a gentle tease,
Her lips on skin, a warm, sweet breeze.
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A whisper of summer, tender and slow,
Like honey dripping from a golden comb,
Soft as the dusk when the fireflies glow,
A Psalm to the heart, a sweet, gentle taste.
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The clash of steel, the sound of strife,
Courage on the edge of life.
In shadows deep, where silent warriors tread,
The art of war is written in red blood.
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Under the moonlights glow, she drifts away,
In ivory pools where liquid sprays.
The milk, like velvet, cool and pure,
Caresses skin, in soft allure.
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I nurtured love, her heart did grow,
With bushes green, a gentle glow.
But when I spoke not, kept inside,
The leaves took root, where love did hide.
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In the sky's vast embrace, she found her grief,
Where clouds once soft, now dark with stormy weight,
Her love, like vapor, lost in winds so brief,
Drifts far beyond the reach of heaven's gate.
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