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James B. Earley
James B. Earley
[Jim] (5 April 1934 / Mounds, Il)
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James B. Earley Poems
- A Vision Of Home Somewhere within dwells the soul of a ...
- A Mountain Speaks That distant valley Far below Was I...as ...
- Black Man's Dilemma Where would we go if told to leave This ...
- Passion's Pride Alone.........I sit By the fishing ...
- Stolen Moments So...long...the day......so short....the ...
- African Brother Who was the villain When it all began Some ...
- Distant Haze There was a knock upon my door …In…the ...
James B. Earley was born and reared at Mounds, within the rolling hills of Southern Illinois, nine miles north of the confluence of the Mississippi and Ohio rivers. A Californian since 1956, he resides in the San Francisco Bay Area. Having served twenty-one years in the employ of the Robert Mondavi Winery, Jim retired October 2006 from his treasured assignment...personal chauffeur to its legendary... more »
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My wife once asked, 'Who is the most powerful U S public official - the President or Chief Justice Supreme Court? ' 'Neither, ' I said, 'it's the ordinary police officer. That person can legally take ...
Another aspect of being Black in America.
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''The most 'UNGODLY' moment in America, perhaps, 'tis Sunday mornings.''
Christianity's ineptitude in following Christ's teachings.
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''Hitler would have been nonexistent, were it not for that lunatic fringe.''
Politics, its potential.
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''History will accord President Obama's legacy, in not what he accomplished, but what he 'sought' to accomplish; for that is the measure of the man.''
President Obama's legacy
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''Was it the President's color, or perhaps, something other; I'll just have to wonder, I guess!''
Republican obstructionism, from day one toward President Obama.
A Vision Of Home
Somewhere within dwells the soul of a boy
And childhood dreams of Illinois
....With thoughts.....of home again
Whose summers of youth are long gone by
A returning 'stranger' is the reason why
It's not easy to go home again
Why tell a soul who I am
Would anyone really give a damn
On the streets of home again
A solemn stroll through rolling hills
Gaze reminiscent on dusty fields
....The aroma...of home again
An old house sits.....atop the hill
The swing on the porch...is swinging still
...Memories......of home...again
Down the ...
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Human nature is the villain. Great poem, James
nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation
Dear James I can't find your cemetery piece. Sorry. Try mine 'Headstones'
Hello Lee! Would you be so kind as to read my poem HEAVEN!
Thanking you today, and tomorrow, and today! ! !
XXXKash
Jim is a warm and empathetic man and his poetry reflects this. He is a supportive, wise, understanding friend.
James, First let me thank you for the beautiful comment about my poem..It's Been Five Long Years.Your poem to me is beautiful because when they have passed you can still feel them there.I truly believe it.Because I believe God let's them come to you to tell you they are ok. Again thank you
James! Sounds so beautifully your name and your poem in the winds of the destiny! Congratulations from Brasil! When I visit California again I´d much think appreciate to meet you! Let´s keep in touch! Sílvia
Touched by this poem of yours, James - it´s 'ancient'!
My comment here is in a way a return to yours on my posted as 'Addict'.
Let´s keep sharing!
Sílvia, from Brasil (who visited South Africa in ´02)