JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

Found a large wounded butterfly yesterday
beautiful in it's yellow and rainbow colors
Still alive, struggling frantically with broken wing
Carefully, sadly, placed it among the bright flowers
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In a flicker of first brilliant morning light
Reflected off the broken shade of passion
Split by the prism of remote possibility
Passed through the molecules that line my heart
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Love is a beautiful thing
whatever form it comes in
Love is a feeling in your heart
That makes you smile
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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
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When romance becomes a game
it loses its honesty and it's attraction
yet I never felt anything more sincere
than your unspoken affection
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We
We miss
We're missing
so much of life
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The owl hoots
as the morning dove flaps her wings
and lands upon a shaking wire
Her partner lands beside her and she leaps to the air...
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Oh, blue blue blue, blue is my color
but inside, my heart shines true
and since I've known you, blue is your color too
All night, Good Friday, I tossed and turned, worried about you
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I hate your silence
I see it as heartless violence
and though you say it is a virtue
it feels it only hurts you
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If I say goodbye
I'll just cry
if I don't let go
I'll just die, I know
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