Category: Poetry

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Petty Reasoning

Petty Reasoning by James Landrith Listen to the sound of disaste coming down. Flowing like liquid and infecting all. Understanding of society won’t make you keen. Actual, true wisdom few have seen. You, like...

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Familiar Stranger

Familiar Stranger by James Landrith Watching from afar seeing you leave seeing you come knowing your schedule unaware of your destinations separated from you yet a part of your world just the same because...

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3rd Seat; 1st Row

3rd Seat; 1st Row by James Landrith Published 2003 in Eternal Portraits (poetry.com) Looking at her from across the room, does she know what I’m thinking? While I detach myself from the occupants of...

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The Occupants

The Occupants by James Landrith This poem My friends this title nothing ever changes (1990 – title by Brian K. Dennison, Camp Lejeune, NC) Copyright © 1990 James A. Landrith, Jr. All rights reserved....

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The Male A.S. 1990

The Male A.S. 1990 by James Landrith I’m not that person that person you’ve mistaken me for Perhaps I resemble him funny though, ‘cuz I have no belief in him never met him nor...

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Sandra’s Intoxication

Sandra’s Intoxicationby James LandrithAlienation the most complete self torture death on the inside No escape Life goes on for the lucky who can’t feel No way back from the hideous truth (29 Sep 1990...

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Concrete Dreams 1989

Concrete Dreams 1989 by James Landrith   I was 18. 18. So in love. I had no time. Copyright © 1989 James A. Landrith, Jr. All rights reserved. Trackbacks and Citations of this Work:...

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Jason and Brien in Garcia’s

Jason and Brien in Garcia’s by James Landrith Another night in despair spent waiting for the words to appear. Encompassed by my own private hell Wishing her to speak, wishing her to tell. It’s...

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Concrete Dreams 1987

Concrete Dreams 1987 by James Landrith   Playing the part of the fool again. Living a lie that’s no longer pretend. Waitin’ on a stone heart. Living for a love that’ll never start. It’s...

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The Back Page

The Back Page by James Landrith   Just a hypocrite with a poison pen. Slashing religion and slashing men. My prejudice I will deny. My motive is chaos, my love is ruin. I feel...