James McLain Poems

And when voices have no say.
We go away,
to other places where we learn to play.
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Deeper than purple plums,
so warm are imbraced.
Heavy with dust in the air
it makes you sneeze.
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All your words
to me they always have.
A meaning,
all their own
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Distorted by old age my wrinkled limbs
curl up into a ball as I fall asleep.
This is where I dream of being born again
I know that I am clean forever young.
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In retrospect you think it over long and hard
The life I've lived and had
And the seas I've crossed the shores I've
Had to walk,
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Contrary to the dozens of prophets of the past through precognition
which then was rare
there are now thousands of them born
every year
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Any one who lives in America
and draws from it's cornucopia of treasures
and wastes what ever talents
they may have and doesn't do there duty
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Over night while
I slept
you had gone.
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Police officer's say
we all want to go home safely at night
so do the people you pull over each day.
Complaining that when one of their own
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How long must one live a life unlived
Before one must sell out to live?
Can one live to only live without the
Means to live?
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