James McLain Poems

The cherry blossoms bloom, the misty rain.
I can not be free, unless all really are!
And my music from the lute, you lured me out.
The mountain tops above the clouds the sea.
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Human rights reserved I board that ship.
Grinning skulls white before you loose your breath.
Rising horses reaching hooves strike down.
Smooth bore muskets shredding flesh cry out.
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Longer than time itself, time it seems.
I awaited word any kind of word.
As those moments of truth out weight sorrow.
New leaves budding unfurled in spring.
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Summer's fall pink petals around me
do you still see green the lost blue sea
does he even know she still loves him.

I will if you can't understand him
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In the realm of joy, where happiness thrives,
A symphony of laughter, our souls derive.
In sun-kissed meadows, where wildflowers dance,
Our spirits alight, in blissful romance.
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In a tender song, love's sweet embrace,
I find solace within your warm embrace,
Our souls entwined, bound by desire's plea,
For in your love, I'm hard, as love can be.
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squatting at the opening of sleep
she sits
lightning to the omnibus
redcurrants
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Approached through the bushes
under the moon.
She struggles against the tree.
Smooth it feels of latex.
Nothing but a shadow is seen.
Lips come apart.
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If I again ride or come nigh.
Leisurely paced,
and thrust into now.
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