JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

Another poet begger
I didn't know the two went hand in hand
People compell me to understand
Since such is ramapant in this unfamiliar land
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I could daydream
and think of you
saying to myself all along
what good will it do?
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When things are built with pride
The work speaks for itself
With whispers felt by those with heart
To notice the craftsman did their part
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Catching my breath
between life and possible death
I did not shout
I did not cry
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My black mock turtleneck shirt is covered in sawdust
I look like I just came in from the snow
It feels good to be outside
working with my hands
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The truth rings true
No matter how you spin it
No matter how you say it
Or try to massage it
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The room is ringing
with your essence
You are in the lub of each hearbeat
as a cold rain, drips from the rainspout
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I had a dream
I've dreamed once or twice
and when I did the dreams were beautiful
and full of love
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If you were more demure
a little more shy
a little bit more earthy
bordering on insecure
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