JAMES T. ADAIR


JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

1. Whatever Form It Comes In 4/25/2009
2. This Silent Night 4/27/2009
3. Something Sincere 4/27/2009
4. Don'T Let Go 4/27/2009
5. Higher 4/27/2009
6. Happy Easter Blue 4/27/2009
7. Your Silence 4/28/2009
8. No Matter What Words I Say 4/28/2009
9. I Can Feel You Across The Miles 4/28/2009
10. Little Girl 4/29/2009
11. Hearts Cry 4/30/2009
12. Beauty In The Music 4/30/2009
13. How To Treat A Gentle Soul 4/30/2009
14. Holy Thursday 4/30/2009
15. First Time Riding 4/30/2009
16. Fairytale Not Meant For Me 5/1/2009
17. Things Will Work Out Somehow 5/1/2009
18. I Dream Love May Grow 5/1/2009
19. How Can I Make My Heart Forget 5/1/2009
20. Two Hearts That Feel Each Other's Beat 5/2/2009
21. The Ball 4/22/2009
22. Angel, Please Don'T Go 5/2/2009
23. Brokenhearted Melody 5/2/2009
24. Rare And Precious 5/3/2009
25. Oneway Streets 5/3/2009
26. Recipe For A Nice Day 5/3/2009
27. Happy Mother's Day 5/3/2009
28. Thinest Of Threads 5/4/2009
29. Love's Cost 5/4/2009
30. Unique Spin 5/4/2009
31. Little Bird 5/4/2009
32. What Is That Secret Ingrediant? 5/4/2009
33. Is There True Love? 5/4/2009
34. If Hands Could Talk 5/4/2009
35. Unnoticed 5/4/2009
36. Capricious Like A Vapor 5/4/2009
37. Out Of Sadness Hope Does Sometime Spring 5/2/2009
38. Pebbles In A Pond 5/2/2009
39. Hope For Love 5/2/2009
40. Rainy Winter Morning 5/2/2009
Best Poem of JAMES T. ADAIR

A Beautiful Heart

Beautiful Girl
Beautiful Heart
The two don't always go together
Neither, necessarily apart

A beautiful girl
You might come across every day
and you might feel an attraction
We're wired that way

But in time you know
what others eventually learn
It's a beautiful heart
that's better to earn

Because beauty only goes so far
and is skin deep
But a beautiful heart
is forever to keep

And long after beauty has faded
she'll likely remain jaded
Vanity in its place remains
seeking approval and gains

But a beautiful ...

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This Silent Night

Madonna upon the tea rose painted plaster wall
you faithfully weathered and lived it all
you with your halo and glaze of shiny white
your bleached robes reflecting the flourescent light
Baby Jesus naked in your arms, your knowing gaze; just right
you've silently witnessed all the fights, but speak not a word
until I turn out the last light each night

Sillouetted against a circular screen of powdered blue

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