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James Umstead Lives in Texas with his two sons, Dakota and Dylan. He has been writing poetry and short story thoughts for many years. He is the grandson of James Duffy Duswalt Sr. for which this site has been dedicated. James believes that words are the pathway to one's soul, thus his poetry not only speaks of what is in his, but reaches out to others to touch maybe a thought, or memory that brings recognition of same. So I am proud that this gentle man is my son, and proud to celebrate and share his thoughts with you. An EBook of these poems will be available for purchase in the near future. James may be personally contacted at JPoetry with your comments on his work. You may also link to our pages if you have similar interest. Thank you for visiting us, and please sign our guestbook.
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~ The Moment ~ from the moment I saw your eyes I found a passage to my soul never before known to me you took the child in my heart held me till I knew I was safe with you I am free to love no expectations...only anticipation waiting till we can be together...as one yet as one...we can still be two for it takes two loves to make one your spirit has become my freedom my strength and conviction shall be yours from the moment I met you you were my friend then I met your heart and you were my love when I saw your smile you were my playmate you showed me what my heart can do where my soul can be with me...and you in your eyes |
Night I see an image o so bright standing in the full moonlight I see an angel taking flight a vision beauty dressed in blue the starry eyes of perfect hue the love I felt was o so true the vision that I saw was you up into the mountain skies my angel with the pretty eyes a love for you that never dies my baby with those sexy eyes darling your my one true love only one I'm dreaming of spreading wings just like a dove my angel in the sky above |
Heather my darling heather what can I say a feeling of hope that wont go away a beautiful heart that never would stray my darling heather what can in say from the moment I saw you smile arose we laughed and we played through the yard with a hose a vision of beauty...in a gentle pose you work with flowers...yet you are the rose long brunette hair caressing your cheek a soul full of love a body so sleek breasts of perfection a pearly white smile yet its your heart that I've wanted all of the while till the day I can hold you...all through the night my arms wrapped around you so strong and so tight long gentle kisses our souls taking flight I'll be blowing you kisses through the stars of the night |
Love is Dead love is dead death is love I know what love is I feel I'll never have that someone to hold not someone letting go for another more worthy she loves my ways but is in love with another the pain of love lost love is dead why can't I be worthy of love did I do something wrong wasn't I strong enough...or was I weak what does it take to be loved I would fight...with all my might but for what love is dead |
What is Romance what is romance an angelic sign of beauty waiting to be kissed the sadness of a friend waiting to be loved running through the heavens following a voice that reminds me love is forever at least in my eyes it is or should be but then romance in my eyes is something done not a dream...but reality at it's best chasing you around that old oak tree holding hands in the park...wishing for a kiss reading your eyes...watching your smile for awhile daydreaming till you wake me with a tickle then running till we are out of breath falling laying together...holding you in my arms talking...kissing...loving not making love...but being love that to me is romance |
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