James McLain Poems

Huddled poor the masses, did you say, not I.
Whirlpools hide the dragon and it's eye.
Needles would I thread upon one point.
Before the Gavel falls, I'd hear your allocution.
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Alone; from that fountain, Since spring now sprung;
My childhood birthed, back into passions room.
As others have, all gone over and into again
and I must now pass again alone, and afraid.
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hidden in a smile the you the why
It is safe..
It is the safest place...
It is the safest place it knows in which too hide and cry.
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At sea, ' I could love one sky,
and the waves moving the boat
the moon as it drifts bye.
And when I have longed to reach
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Lost Girl and Now in the woods,
and that which you hug is the tree.
You can not stretch them, Full around it,
while upward and down ward amazed.
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Like a bird to see her sitting, roses are
of passions dream, in sight her flight.
Butterfly's know her grace, touches many
all, weeping softly, others without, it is sadly.
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is it wicked of me if i;
buy a peach and it's too soft and ripe.
what if after words it does what you thought
it would do and then it well, just might.
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Hollow hand led shallow world your
grave you dug for me.
To keep in sleep.
When deep within your hole I live,
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This world of both i know
my dreams, you dream.
They are gone off there into
one blue horizon.
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Diabetes no problem.
Heart disease no problem.
Lungs, kidneys,
broken bones no problem.
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