James McLain Poems

and even as your 'teacher' watches 'you'
and your each drop that falls on me, your rain.
and i am tired and i am thirsty and it's only just apart.
and we are, as we now are, it is love and it is art.
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When youth clashes with old age
Being young their brain is on fire
While in old age with but a few exceptions
The light is to bright and judgement
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And now I musnt get sick or ill
In my old age.
I fumble in my bag for reading
Glasses.
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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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I, A Man Well Knows distress.
Every thing and heavy expectations,
steady, slow and strong each day.
Her distant sun, His destiny as one.
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Few can read what they wrote carved in stone
It's still there.
Most was lost in the great fire of Alexandria.
Penmanship is useless for want of paper and
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So you want to be a poet it is harder
Than the ego that you try to hide.
To feel you are being overlooked and
Yes ignored.
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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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No one quite knew and the few whom did
ran the government.
These types of beginnings in the open at night
were never hidden for long from view.
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