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Some of the root creative and time tested works of
literature had their inspiration and origins in the pain, hope, and
suffering of experiencing life to its fullest. Much of my poetry deals
with the human condition, as seen from the perspective of a person with a
disability that began in his earlier years, and the struggles and
sacrifices made to participate in the world as a contributing being. My
work stretches from the often shallowness of man's heart to the absolute
triumph of his spirit over obstacles both seen and unseen.
My
writing hopefully provokes the reader to better understand what a person's
will can overcome, create, and accomplish in the face of everyday
adversity. My poetry may not always express a joyful tone, but to deny its
honesty is an untruth in itself.
(Previously Published on a FIRST RIGHTS BASIS: Northeast
Pennsylvania Center for Independent Living, Lower Level - IBEW Building,
431 Wyoming Avenue, Scranton, PA 18503, OPTIONS, Summer 2001, Volume XIV,
No. 1)
STANDING TALL
Not many bother anymore
Seldom hear that knocking at the door
Sure do miss a friendly "hello;"
Open friends sometimes close their minds.
But there's no bending of the knee
Even though these legs do so easily tire,
Because these arms are made of iron
And this chair has wheels of fire.
© James Magill, 1/6/97
"NURSING HOME"
Reduced to
Three drawers
And a
dresser,
Could have been
Something by
definition
But reduced to nothing
By the
system.
© James Magill, 4/1/97"MOVING ON"
"MOVING ON"
Desert dancing
Somewhat west of Phoenix
Route
66 whispers
A knowing lullaby
Moonlit Texaco Star sways
Not
too far overhead
Thinking only about seeing
Another day's untethered
miles.
Copyright: 1/10/02, James Magill
This poem was previously published by: No Limits
Communications Inc.,
P.O. Box 220, Horsham, PA 19044, NEW MOBILITY
(Life On Wheels), March
2002, Vol. 13, Issue 102, ISSN: 1086-4741,
Copyright 2002, Page 64.
WINTER NOCTURNE
A late winter
broken sun
Flickering on a pool of blue ice, deep in the
forest,
May gently encourage the timely arrival of spring
For
those touched by some of the honesty
Reflected during the hyborean
night.
© James Magill, 8/10/94
"MORNING"
Sun Rising up
Moon going down
Body slipping
away;
It's just another crippled dawn
With
such dues to pay.
© James Magil
8/6/03
"SUCH AN EVE"
Torn
Curtain
Heat down low
Forty watt bulb
No one around
scarf on
neck
Can of soup.
Just waiting for the night
To sleep it all
away.
© James Magill 8/6/03
"ESTIMATED PRACTITIONER"
Egotistical as the Titanic
Humanitarian for a quick
hire
Serpent handler often deluxe
Under assistant bootleg starch
white
Maximum useless front street barker.
You're an eager
flat-line runner
Another soulless crop mentality gunner.
© James Magill
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