Jim Powell Poems

We use the eyes to see
And they see with much brightness
The way she flows on feet.
If God had given her wings,
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Now that I’ve made an introduction of maself, I will allow maself to compose.
I live, as I have not mentioned this yet, in a small…I should say miniscule part of the Great State of Virginia. Its location is in its tail, so the water don’t come even near. Not much of a fish anyway, guess I’m the sort that seeks lonesome comfort between high decorated walls.

I should get to composin
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Speakin of maself – thirdly
Is quite excitin

Passed the obvious simplicity of ma name,
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What is said
Is no better than what is thought.
The mouth give exit fo thought.
The word – plurally speakin
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When mornin arrive, I manage a clean face to match the finely washed clothes fo the day. Make me feel I’m off to a good beginnin

But this seemingly fine risin has got me thinkin.
Ma mind just ain’t coherin…
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Seein the basin of ma principle now as mo of a basis fo ma comfort, I see with much, I should say GREAT clarity, the need fo no discourss.

See, I took on the idea, afta much thinkin, that ma way fo walkin is fo its purposs only.
So I took on the decision fo walkin, when presented with its convenience, and not even fo a swift moment to let ma legs rest. Not even at the hard to predict sight of enticin woman passin. This is not to say ma body won't see a moment fo restin, this is to say I have taken on the idea to stretch its membas when convenience present itself.
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Mo days in this house of mine and I got to see how I do afta the day I put up a SALE.

Ma customer, in the profitable sense, have all manage to outdo themselves in a very sensible fashion.
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