James McLain Poems

As long as I know just how the wind blows through your hair.
Lavender scent in the crisp winter air I can smell.
Nothing compares with the moon up above the slow parting clouds the shimmering mist that drips from the leaves in your hands.
All that has been or ever will be
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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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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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The open sea has reason waves enough,
closed oceans let me, you to reminisce.
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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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Human rights reserved I board that ship.
Grinning skulls white before you loose your breath.
Rising horses reaching hooves strike down.
Smooth bore muskets shredding flesh cry out.
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Longer than time itself, time it seems.
I awaited word any kind of word.
As those moments of truth out weight sorrow.
New leaves budding unfurled in spring.
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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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