JAMES T. ADAIR


JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

161. Your Lips 5/13/2009
162. Today 5/14/2009
163. Upon A Star 5/8/2009
164. Each Needy Heart 5/8/2009
165. Puppy Love 5/11/2009
166. Each Time I Wish 5/12/2009
167. No Escape Tonight 5/14/2009
168. Fairytales And Things Therof 5/15/2009
169. Cool Fall Morning 5/15/2009
170. Black Coal 5/15/2009
171. So Many Days 5/15/2009
172. Raindrop 5/15/2009
173. The Sun Will Shine Again Someday 5/15/2009
174. Timing And Romance 5/15/2009
175. Just Before Sleep 5/15/2009
176. Something Sweet 'Bout U 5/16/2009
177. Sunlight On The Horizon 5/16/2009
178. Arms Wide Open 5/16/2009
179. Crushed 5/16/2009
180. Daydreaming 5/16/2009
181. Which Way To The Angels 5/16/2009
182. Outside My Cell 5/16/2009
183. Each Day Goes By 5/16/2009
184. Washing In Moonlight 5/16/2009
185. Cry 5/16/2009
186. Church Bells 5/16/2009
187. Nanna 5/16/2009
188. Someone Somewhere 5/16/2009
189. Climbers Search For The Missing Poet 5/16/2009
190. In Church 5/16/2009
191. You 5/16/2009
192. Unexpected Grace 5/16/2009
193. Little Dog 5/16/2009
194. Something Missing 5/17/2009
195. Each Heart 5/17/2009
196. Sweet Angel 5/17/2009
197. Unable To Reach You 5/17/2009
198. Lost Hearts 5/17/2009
199. One True Heart For Me 5/17/2009
200. Nowhere To Run 5/17/2009

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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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