JAMES T. ADAIR


JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

601. A Butterfly I Used To Know 8/3/2010
602. Need To Feel Free For Now 8/4/2010
603. Lost It's Shine 10/27/2010
604. Learning To Care Again 2/23/2011
605. Blue 3/8/2011
606. The Moment Things Begin To Crumble 5/4/2011
607. You Will Always Be 5/5/2011
608. The Duck Pond 5/3/2009
609. Strawberry Shampoo (Senyru) 8/13/2009
610. Love Is Best Given Free 8/25/2009
611. Forgive Me 8/25/2009
612. Lasting 6/12/2011
613. Beautiful 6/12/2011
614. Never Discount Love 6/12/2011
615. Someone Is Hurting (Senyru) 9/7/2009
616. Need To Cry (Senyru) 11/9/2009
617. A Moment Shared 4/25/2009
618. Try Writing A Poem Without Google Keywords 8/27/2009
619. Goodnight To Those Hurting 5/17/2009
620. Jesus Doesn'T Want Me For A Sunbeam 9/14/2011
621. Leiby Kletzky 9/14/2011
622. Missing A Friend 9/14/2011
623. Sign Of Winter Approaching 10/10/2011
624. Cinnamon Crunch Bagel 10/12/2011
625. Primer 10/28/2011
626. Tragedy 10/30/2011
627. Unwelcomed Hand 10/30/2011
628. For A Friend 10/30/2011
629. Living 10/30/2011
630. I Never Understood 11/2/2011
631. A Kiss I Send 11/2/2011
632. Lonliness 11/6/2011
633. Joe Frazier 11/9/2011
634. We Should Never Presume 11/9/2011
635. Thanksgiving 11/23/2011
636. Dogs 1/30/2012
637. The Touch Of You 10/10/2012
638. Love Is A Melody 10/10/2012
639. It's Not The Same 11/6/2012
640. Each Day 11/18/2012
Best Poem of JAMES T. ADAIR

A Beautiful Heart

Beautiful Girl
Beautiful Heart
The two don't always go together
Neither, necessarily apart

A beautiful girl
You might come across every day
and you might feel an attraction
We're wired that way

But in time you know
what others eventually learn
It's a beautiful heart
that's better to earn

Because beauty only goes so far
and is skin deep
But a beautiful heart
is forever to keep

And long after beauty has faded
she'll likely remain jaded
Vanity in its place remains
seeking approval and gains

But a beautiful ...

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The Ball

He looks down at the ball on the tee
squares his shoulders toward the hole
some 400 yards away
shifts his weight to his right foot
as he moves the club back upon an invisible plane
a smooth coiling motion felt in his torso and shoulders and legs
at a moment in the back swing...in a mystical point of suspended time
before releasing the tension and swinging down at the ball
in an empty area of his heart that only she has touched

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