James E Harper San Francisco Poet

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         James E.&nbsp;Harper        </h2><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em"><a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #2585B2;" href="https://service.mail.com/dereferrer/?target=http%3A%2F%2Fballsofrice.files.wordpress.com%2F2011%2F08%2Fimg_7272.jpg&amp;lang=en" target="_blank"><img style="max-width: 100%; height: auto; margin-bottom: 12px;" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-2778" title="A Small Collection of Poetic Artistry - James E. Harper" src="http://ballsofrice.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/img_7272.jpg?w=200" alt="" border="0"></a>Union Square, San Francisco is characterized by elegantly well-lit buildings topped with brightly coloured advertisements that tower over the large concrete plaza below. Last night, while taking in the wet ocean air that was breathing through Union Square, a friend and I met a man named <a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #2585B2;" href="https://service.mail.com/dereferrer/?target=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.flickr.com%2Fphotos%2Fsf2006%2F5935599896%2Fin%2Fphotostream%2F&amp;lang=en" target="_blank">James E. Harper</a> who was selling a small book of photocopied poems that he had written. He sold his book of poems, which he described as more like songs, that he had written about his experiences at war in Vietnam. He sold the photocopy for five dollars so that he and his wife could survive in the alleyway they lived in nearby. With the large monument lit up behind him, he humbly told us that if we google his name (he was certain to tell us that his name was James <em>E</em>. Harper, and not James <em>F</em>. Harper as it said on the copy of his booklet, likely caused by repeated photocopying) and the title of his collection, that we would find more of his works online. After a search on Google, I was not able to find any of his complete works posted online, only a small forum of other people’s interactions with him through&nbsp;<a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #2585B2;" href="https://service.mail.com/dereferrer/?target=http%3A%2F%2Fsatikaur.blogspot.com%2F2009%2F10%2Fspinning-stories-in-downtown-la.html&amp;lang=en" target="_blank">another blog.</a> Not everyone has the luxury of a free website to post their words, so I figured I could at least give him that. I tried to keep his poems as true as I could to the copy I was given, with emphasis, capitalization, punctuation and phrasing, but where the photocopy was difficult to read, I used my best judgement.<br>
Here are the three poems that I received.</p><h3 style="margin: .4em 0 .3em; font-size: 1.6em"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Vietnam, Is My Test-A-Ment<br></span></strong>by James E. Harper</h3><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">I was taken from home<br>
And trained to kill<br>
Another human being<br>
Against my will<br>
He fought real hard<br>
To protect himself, and his land,<br>
But I had no choice but to survive<br>
And now I live with blood on my hands.<br><span style="text-decoration:underline;">“Vietnam, is my test-a-ment”&nbsp;</span></p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">I always had to be aware of where<br>
I’d place my next step<br>
Or I could find myself down<br>
In panic, screaming, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Medic</span><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Help</span>!!!<br>
A lot of good and brave young boys<br>
Are now dead, and gone, Please someone<br>
Tell me why, because we made it back<br>
To America, but not back home.<br><span style="text-decoration:underline;">“Vietnam, is my test-a-ment”&nbsp;</span></p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">We were always smoking weed<br>
And staying high<br>
Because it helped our young minds<br>
to get by.<br>
Yes Vietnam is my test-a-ment for the<br>
Way I live my life, so for all the fellows<br>
That didn’t make it, I have no further<br>
Respect for the <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Stars</span> / and <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Stripes</span>. Because<br><span style="text-decoration:underline;">“Vietnam, is my test-a-ment”&nbsp;</span></p><h3 style="margin: .4em 0 .3em; font-size: 1.6em"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">The President<br></span></strong>James E. Harper</h3><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">If I was the President<br>
I’d give everybody a ride on Air Force One,<br>
I’d let you see all parts of the world<br>
We’d have a whole lot of fun</p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">If I was <span style="text-decoration:underline;">the President</span><br>
All of the little children<br>
Would have a home, and plenty of food to eat,<br>
Plus, everybody would say hello – and how are you<br>
To everyone they meet.</p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">If I was <span style="text-decoration:underline;">the President</span><br>
They would <span style="text-decoration:underline;">elect</span> me on Friday,<br><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Assasinate</span> me on a Saturday,<br><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Bury</span> me on a Sunday,<br>
And everyone would take their asses<br>
back <span style="text-decoration:underline;">to work</span> on Monday.</p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">If I<br>
Was the President</p><h3 style="margin: .4em 0 .3em; font-size: 1.6em"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">“Look Into My Eyes”</span></strong><br>
James E. Harper</h3><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">Look into my eyes<br>
And see what life has made of me,<br>
And see that my soul is not bound, but free</p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">“Look into my eyes”<br>
To know that my seed have not been fruitful<br>
And see that my spirit is not that of untruthfulness<br>
And realize that the hurt, and pain that my heart<br>
Has been subjected to.</p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em"><span style="text-decoration:underline;">“Look into my eyes”</span><br>
And for a moment know all the passionate things<br>
I want to do to you,<br>
Or to know the love I have to give, But no one<br>
Yet has been worthy</p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em"><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Look into my eyes</span><br>
To know that many of my thoughts have not<br>
Been pure, but dirty<br>
Or to see the old man wishing for<br>
Much younger days.</p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">Look into my eyes – Feel free my friend go ahead<br>
Dare to gaze<br>
Into my eyes.</p><p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4em; color: #444; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0 0 1em">Reblogged from <a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #2585B2;" href="https://service.mail.com/dereferrer/?target=http%3A%2F%2Fballsofrice.wordpress.com%2F2011%2F08%2F24%2Fjames-e-harper%2F%23comment-1665&amp;lang=en" target="_blank">http://ballsofrice.wordpress.com/2011/08/24/james-e-harper/#comment-1665</a>
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