Poems from James Ducket
As days come to a close, I wonder what the people who read my poems wrote.
What did they think, what did they write, did anything in their...
A little rhyme for the little times, the time that pass by without batting an eye,
Let me sigh, let me sit, let me think a little bit,
Have...
As I look down with my wonderous eye,
I wish I could show that world my wonderful sky,
But maybe they don't care for it as much as I.
They...
Is revenge my way?
In the light of day and in the darkest night may my fears become my sight?
Will my fight be subdued by the good in you?...
Sitting here I symbolize the things that float around the flies, their size,
has no meaning, Oh and how the lies fly around my throat and...