JAMES T. ADAIR


JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

641. Love That Never Was 2/24/2013
642. My Dear Friend 3/7/2013
643. Maybe Tomorrow 7/14/2013
644. Happy Thanksgiving 11/27/2013
645. A Difference Of A Day 12/29/2013
646. Treasure What Is True 12/17/2014
647. Kindness 5/21/2015
648. Something 5/30/2015
649. What I Miss 6/14/2015
650. Woe 6/15/2015
651. I Am 5/20/2016
652. Ever 7/3/2017
653. Lost It's Shine 10/27/2010
654. Yellow Butterfly 9/8/2011
655. Desire 9/8/2011
656. In A Blink 2/29/2012
657. Growing 6/9/2012
658. Tomorrow 6/9/2012
659. Guess I'D Better Go Now 2/24/2012
660. Missing 9/13/2012
661. Where Are The Women? 9/19/2012
662. The Man Who Loved You 9/10/2012
663. They Always Say They Love You 10/26/2010
664. My Heart Misses You (Don'T Know Why) 10/28/2009
665. I Really Want To Know 7/29/2010
666. Today I Feel So Lost 7/8/2010
667. Don'T Lose Your Faith So Close To Easter 3/31/2010
668. Jack And Jill 3/31/2010
669. A Cup O' Java 3/26/2010
670. Friendship (Senryu) 2/10/2010
671. A Pretty Smile 11/17/2009
672. Friendship Sweet 11/13/2009
673. Word Out To The Kind 11/9/2009
674. The Days Feel So Lonely 11/8/2009
675. Te Amo 9/19/2009
676. Passing By 10/14/2009
677. Form Letter Thank Yous (And All That Jazz) 9/3/2009
678. Let Michael Vick Alone 8/24/2009
679. Burning Coal 5/15/2009
680. Bbeggers And Aspiring Poetsb/ 8/19/2009
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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