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Best Poems From
JAMES T. ADAIR
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A Secret (Haiku)
A secret, friends share
Gives two a reason to smile
For many a mile
JAMES T. ADAIR
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An Angel's Soul
She looked up
Poor little young soul
Knew nothing about pain or illness
Yet here she was puking uncontrollably
Foamy and clear puddles
All that was left of her insides
as her back arched
her hips twice as wide as her narrow empty stomach
muscles tense in spasm, taught against a birdlike rib cage
Young tight flesh and bone tightened in pain, like a twisted rope
Dorie....I whispered and tried not to cry
What's wrong Dorie? God please help her.....
I caressed her head and saw her sad hollow eyes pleading in silence
She looked right inside of me
So sad to see her tail wag despite her pain and confusion
I massaged her tight cramped muscles and felt her swollen nipples
rub against my hands
The poor little girl....fighting unexpectedly against something unknown
Killing her
and all I could do at the moment was to be with her
to comfort her, to let her know someone cared
and the little dog looked back at me like she knew
I somehow felt an angel's soul
and it made me cry
JAMES T. ADAIR
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Another Poet Begger
Another poet begger
I didn't know the two went hand in hand
People compell me to understand
Since such is ramapant in this unfamiliar land
As a child whose day is unplanned
I stuggle for my freedom
and run from society's brand
People try to say it's natural
and not a crime
but the conclusion wasn't mine
if so, it's not the time
So at risk of reprimand
I jump out of the long line
without any lights to guide
I can hear my hearbeat harder
and my eyes are open wide
I'm sorry, I say
I don't see it the same way
I have to follow
What I feel inside
still many poet beggers
hellbent on vanity and pride
pull my dignity, as I find a place to hide
The day I beg for you to read me
will be the day I died
Because a poet isn't a begger
One excludes the other
and to two masters one can't be true
It's not my problem
The answer is inside of you.
Leave me out of it I say
your nagging is just a drag
and you're spoiling the pretty view
How good can your poems be..
if begging is what you must do?
JAMES T. ADAIR
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Arms Wide Open
When you bleed
Your blood drips like tears
That you can no longer cry
Hurt, lonliness and fears
If someone comes close
You push them away
But inside you pray
That they will stay
All the lonely nights
You had no shelter
and no sleep
You tried to weep
When your best friend died
You just could not recover
or let others in
for fear of it all over again
And so one night
In absolute desperation
You found courage
and resignation
To bring an end
to your inner anger and pain
you took a razor
and slit open a vein
And when the color ran out
you felt your only release
and your heart pumped out
tears of blood and for a moment: peace
But the feeling didn't last
and others didn't understand
the insanity of it
carved with your own hand
They thought you were crazy
and in frenzy failed to see
that you were suffering
in the most severe degree
Still you tried to cry in anger
And you tried to cry of your pains
and the only one who seemed to listen
was your arm and your veins
Those arms are like battlefields
of every battle fought
Each one a scar
that desperation brought
But now this latest battle
You know deep down your losing
Innocence taken from you
Not of your choosing
Your heart is so broken
your rivers run dry
your walls all broken
Its time now to cry
Turn to the one you love
and cry on his shoulder
for fear if you don't
Life will grow even colder
Its is time for your wounds
To finally close
and open up to the love
That's nearby under your nose
You're a beautiful girl
With so much to give
Its finally time
To heal and to live
For the love you were missing
resides aready inside
waiting only for you
To open your arms wide
To embrace the world
Which has brought you hurt
and broken your spirit
and made you feel like dirt
And I for one am with you
Each step of the way
to remind you your something
not to be kept away
For you I wrote this poem
You know who you are
In my deepest hopes
I know you'll go far
Becasue you have not a father
You've somehow found one
Who cares about you
like his own daughter or son
And if you should fail
There is no shame
because I know you'll do your best
Its not you to blame
But if you triumph
You'll feel so happy inside
and will help others hurting
with your arms open wide
God bless you little darling!
2008 © James T. Adair
JAMES T. ADAIR
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