James McLain Poems

death taunts you, it shouldn't
but it does
right out of your reach.
reaching out too the orb
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One 'Quiver Full' I Reach;
For each long bamboo shaft.
Green, straight and true.
I turn and hand them off.
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i, a naked little boy
fill her lips, full, round a mouth,
the tongue can prick a thorn
ejaculating into exquisite shapes
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Using your hand, helping, 'your love returns.
I entreat you the sun warms my center.
Staining my window,
clouds white washed away as you watch.
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Other things that i am not.
Things that you are, yet wish
you were not, reduced from
Cheap stores to buy in what?
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When you read lips.
You say a few words.
They the other not of you.
You said them, two just now.
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WE are apart, the forest grows quiet between us.
She hushes herself, for midnight makes heavy her eyes.

The tangle of vines have no end, her hand's are empty,
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Though you should lean above me, claiming to be for me, broken-hearted.
You do not care!
I shall have peace, as green leafy bushes next to the tree's, are peaceful.
When rain bends the flowers down to the ground, it is then that you should care.
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She stood there under the moon,
It is day.
Up on the hill where I live above the
Clouds it is dark.
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In a world teeming with life's grand ballet,
Mankind multiplies, stretching nature thin,
Overpopulation, a troubling display,
But solutions, like whispers, lie deep within.
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