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 treasure ...
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 your life - at will.
The most 'UNGODLY' moment in America, perhaps, 'tis Sunday mornings.
Hitler would have been nonexistent, were it not for that lunatic fringe.
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.
Was it the President's color, or perhaps, something other; I'll just have to wonder, I guess!
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
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)
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.
A Mountain Speaks
That distant valley
Far below
Was I...as a child
........Eons ago
I've known great happiness
Shared...such strife
As that of the dinosaur
Struggling for life
From a simple existence
I've seen Man grow
In the scheme of evolution
I'll watch......him go
I question......my being
Invariably...I find
.....A mere speck of sand
On......God's beach...of time
Author's note: The poem addresses Mt. Tamalpais, geographically to the immediate north of San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge. (The Mountain is sometimes known as 'The Sleeping Maiden, ' of Native American legend.) From my home, overlooking the northeastern perimeter of San Francisco Bay, I am blessed with a spectacular panorama of this magnificent creation! Viewing the Mountain, north to south, one can imagine the figure of a reclining female with an abundance......of long...flowing hair.
During periods of intense reflection, considering the Mountain....its splendor...its circumstance...its aggregate history...its future...its reticent humility...and the arrogant juxtaposition of Mankind, I often wondered, should the Mountain speak...What would it have to say? This work is the manifestation of untold hours of meditative thought.......a spiritual rendition of extraordinary.....time....and place!
Thanks to Rani Turton......whose observation was the catalyst inspiring the author's remark....
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