Poems from James Ducket

Walk a street and then you might see, see the things, see the people, those kneeling at a steeple, and just think about them What they want...
All seems well, when all is not, the things I sought haunt my thought Distract and retract from my mind like food to a swine or like an OCD...
Why is it them Why not me?  Why is it that I can't be happy. Why is it that I can't be glad, but only broken and sad.  Her face shines and...
I wish to say, to speak, to preach but as a sheet there's a limit that I meet and the pencil of time so willingly shines and binds to my...
Shades of gray day by day stay just to fade away shades of day come to play but don't stay when you stray away from play shades of night...

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