James McLain Poems

Growing old and forgetful, her mind betrayed,
Barbara, once gentle, now a tempest's rage,
Alzheimer's cruel grasp, a storm unchained,
Innocence lost, memories on a fading page.
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In the depths of longing, my heart does dwell,
Seeking solace in words I must now tell.
A chapter closed, yet echoes still remain,
I find myself yearning to speak again.
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On this day, dear father, we gather with glee,
To celebrate your love and the man you be.
With a heart full of gratitude, we honor your way,
Happy Father's Day, our words cannot convey.
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Someone else died the other night, there's a ghost in my room.
Of course the homeless stream in and out of Wildwood, most stay
Right up untill they have to leave,
Some pay the exorbitant rent the majority leave to spend their check's
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Did (I) tell on you?
NO!
Never tell on yourself, tell) it(to me, your (I) in you.
Did you wait, listen, think (I) have some thing to say? (I) don't.
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The eye of the storm where I am.
Above your two, below is the moon.
I am waiting for it to become full.
Small I am large and large I am small..
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My name is James McLain I was molested by Dr. Wilson Crump Rippy at Tampa General Hospital,
And reaching out to the other survivors, this is what I received from other children now grown
Asking!
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Why I Love 'You ''The Lady'
-And she must ask him why,
He being just said, because,
of that and why do you.
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A delicate dance, a balance to abide.
Let me share a verse, a tale profound,
Of union wed on hallowed ground.
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Over powered
and sat upon by he who was not my father.

The zippo lighter not my friend as he would
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