James McLain Poems

We are proud,
it must be that we have not evolved at all.
Pushing out,
to improve our pride and self desires ahead of all.
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Ode To Caroline
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The open sea has reason waves enough,
closed oceans let me, you to reminisce.
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Like that the door was left cracked
I over heard the woman with a British accent
speak to let it out.
Why not as a woman a long way we have come baby
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Names, more names, never ancient
protection from one's self, to wash.
In-blur to roam, wordless in eruptions
dawn, left on yesterdays new stain.
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They have a house by the gulf
and to it he was satisfied.
Happy fishing to feed.
Being free.
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I did not know what to expect.
Being brought into this level seven prison.
Union correctional institution,
called the rock.
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Over the sound,
the sound the waves made.
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