James McLain Poems

Hope is the faith of all
verse of time.
Ordinary is the life
of none.
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Mail was lost on lark...milk..
it fall from sky....
mattered not to minds eye....
...) it(s no gift that one has...lost is cry....
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Heavy is the door of my soul
may I come in.
Knocker made of flame never
tame mayest thou
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Rare is the opportunity to make
a world from the void.
Think of some as primitive
go to where he came.
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Deep and calm this night my sleep
mind at rest at dawn.
Reality's realm tween wake and peace
in gut I know is real.
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Knowing my feet glide through your forest
softly stirring leaves on your
meadows shore.
Water stream I have find willingness to
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Calm cool waves my soul to sea
softy how they cling to me.
Afterthoughts gradually drifiting
down the bottom swell the top.
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Time passes this flock of trees grow high,
strait and tall normal all would think.
Yet within one a special heart to see but
from the outside one would not.
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Breathing firmament from grain
dust you came.
Utterance of voice now breath.
Stillness of life asleep does
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