JAMES T. ADAIR


JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

761. The Next Time I Make Love 12/2/2009
762. A Dream That Grew From Loneliness 9/3/2009
763. It Hurts My Heart 5/4/2009
764. Mother's Day (Dear Mother) 5/5/2009
765. If You'Re Hurting 5/8/2009
766. Unexpected Gift Of Friendship 5/19/2009
767. Don'T Fall In Love (If You Belong To Someone Else) 5/25/2009
768. You'Re In My Heart 4/22/2009
769. Father's Day Reminder 6/16/2009
770. An Old Love Poem 8/26/2009
771. Two Trees Sharing One Root 5/4/2009
772. Happy Mother's Day (To Young Mothers) 5/8/2009
773. Unable To Sleep 5/16/2009
774. Working Out 7/3/2009
775. Cancer Prayer - For Caregiver 6/22/2010
776. The Pharmacist 6/15/2009
777. Happy Mother's Day (To Someone Special) 5/2/2009
778. Have A Wonderful Day 5/8/2009
779. Mother's Day (Grieving Mother) 5/9/2009
780. Love Is Golden 7/29/2010
781. A Heart Is Like A Compass 5/5/2009
782. Friendship (Haiku) 5/25/2009
783. In The Solitude Of Prayer 6/1/2009
784. A Single Tear 5/1/2009
785. Ski Race 5/15/2009
786. I Slept Like A Baby Last Night 11/19/2009
787. What Dogs Teach Us About Love And Life 10/21/2009
788. Lasting Love 5/25/2009
789. Sometimes 7/7/2009
790. A Friend (Haiku) 6/25/2009
791. Mother's Day (From A Son) 5/7/2009
792. There Is Beauty In The Struggle 8/25/2009
793. A Beautiful Heart 5/8/2009
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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This Silent Night

Madonna upon the tea rose painted plaster wall
you faithfully weathered and lived it all
you with your halo and glaze of shiny white
your bleached robes reflecting the flourescent light
Baby Jesus naked in your arms, your knowing gaze; just right
you've silently witnessed all the fights, but speak not a word
until I turn out the last light each night

Sillouetted against a circular screen of powdered blue

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