James McLain Poems

What is love?
An avalanche of snow an aching heart.
It comes but once and let's you go.
Love is what love is a swelling heart.
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Shirtless morning's high noon
In the shade
On the horizon rain might come.
Bass guard their nests on the warm
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After I am dead
And my writings left unread.

Will the preacher say that I have a soul?
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Sneaky back stabbing cowards
That can't simply
Message me and tell me to not
Leave them a comment
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I having looked at both side by side,
In fair weather and in calm.
And neither having the better claim,
Though when I walked that path again,
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Her voice is like the ocean breeze,
That moves across the moving waves when I'm alone.
Upon the rocks a wave has crashed the wind
Has tossed the foam.
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Some of us have been here quite a while.
Some of us have learned here how to smile.
Many moon's have come and gone a few of us have died.
For some of us our memories have faded like
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Then there you are in the soft rain,
Every thing smells new all around you.

As the fish in the pond swim all around me,
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Is to get my ideas into main stream Media before the rest
on
mental illness, global warming
new ideas on education,
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