JAMES T. ADAIR


JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

201. Something Missing 5/17/2009
202. Each Heart 5/17/2009
203. Sweet Angel 5/17/2009
204. Unable To Reach You 5/17/2009
205. Lost Hearts 5/17/2009
206. One True Heart For Me 5/17/2009
207. Nowhere To Run 5/17/2009
208. Their Love Is Not The Same 5/17/2009
209. You'Re The Only Dream 5/17/2009
210. Unrelenting Void 5/17/2009
211. Have You Ever Seen The Whirling Dervishes Of Istanbul 5/18/2009
212. I Can'T Find My New Dream 5/18/2009
213. I Used To Slip M&Ms To The Monkeys 5/18/2009
214. Have You Ever Noticed A Yo-Yo 5/18/2009
215. Sunset 5/18/2009
216. We Don'T Say Much Anymore 5/18/2009
217. Who Ordained You God? 5/18/2009
218. Fresh Fall Day 5/18/2009
219. Once Upon A Dream 5/18/2009
220. Blindly Hoping 5/16/2009
221. Fireflies 5/16/2009
222. The Later Rounds Are Sometimes The Hardest 5/16/2009
223. With Feeling 5/16/2009
224. Expatriate 5/16/2009
225. The Burden Of Sadness 5/16/2009
226. Tipping Point 5/19/2009
227. Lilacs 5/20/2009
228. Squander 5/20/2009
229. Sunrise 5/20/2009
230. Drip 5/20/2009
231. Accepting Fate Unknown 5/20/2009
232. Read All Formal Rules 5/20/2009
233. Short Love Poem 5/21/2009
234. A Little Bright Star 5/22/2009
235. Toothache 5/24/2009
236. Detached 5/25/2009
237. Purpose 5/25/2009
238. Your Kiss 5/26/2009
239. Sunshine 5/26/2009
240. I Miss 5/26/2009

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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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