James B. Earley Poems

.....Let them live....

............SEXUALLY MOLEST
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Within our home was all we needed
There was not a want for more
Once grown and on my own
...I realized then....that we were poor
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Elbert...the fog is thick this morning
I'm not so sure...that you can see
......Aw-shucks.....relax Cecilia
Don't concern yourself with me
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There's an old road
.........Winding
Along the stream
............Meandering
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.........A stranger's face

..............I visually embraced
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As fate would have it…I called your name
The afternoon....I know...so vividly
A Sunday....awash.....in September sun
…Yet....shadows.....shroud...the memory
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....Once.......the winds
Of passion flowed
...Amongst the leaves
On vineyard's row
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They wait...

At times it seems
Without a care
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She prays her deeds are sanctuaried
In the storage room of time
..Every indiscretion silenced
Should the tapes of time unwind
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