James McLain Poems

If you want it, and did you,
and in passing, you over it.
And even in trees, the moss
can be seductive and alive.
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My exwife because she can, Judge Neil he said.
Hernando county Florida, where once I lived.
Janna Burns she is dead,
one self inflicked gun shot wound to the head.
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.......... with each gentle squeeze
grows plain moss brown or green
and she would only me too know it
how i love the rose and windy days
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and the toe above me, it rattles,
shakes and rolls me off like rain.
and each new outline and warm
imprint left within is you too view.
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You are not a nun; on off to bed
and they can not understand you
and if they did, they would have
taught you to just go and be careful.
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and parting two leaves; them longing.
wild oats what they feel, when i watch.
and gentle each breeze, it starts them.
while stalks tremble and flutter apart.
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Knowing my feet glide through your forest
softly stirring leaves on your
meadows shore.
Water stream I have find willingness to
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Deep and calm this night my sleep
mind at rest at dawn.
Reality's realm tween wake and peace
in gut I know is real.
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Rare is the opportunity to make
a world from the void.
Think of some as primitive
go to where he came.
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Only from the sun such wonderous beauty
soft benneth your feet magic fury.
Blankes cover eye of soul kept warm by
tender age of grace.
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