James Walter Orr Poems

He reached into a bag of fairy dust,
But the gentle breeze had a sudden gust,
And a triple potion that sparkled fair,
Set the sky ablaze, in the summer air.
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I stand in the last patch of sunlight
and I glean the last rays of the sun.
The scents of the flowers waft o'er me,
as though they and the sunrays are one.
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You kneel before me,
Like a supplicant for my love,
But look around you!
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Life’s winter brings its frost bite to our hair.
It cools, perhaps, the heady wine that flows
Within our veins, our life-blood’s hidden lair,
But naught but death can give it that repose
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There exists a magical window
that I call my fantasy
and whatever I want, as I look through
is exactly what I'll see.
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I wandered, once, through the universe
With never a thought or care,
For fortune smiled on my every turn
And I had no load to bear.
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I walked a path that climbed
through autumn's leaf strewn bed
along a hill.
The wind moaned through the trees
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Seduced by the hopes of the future;
Seduced by the dreams of the past;
Seduced by the touch of a woman,
And a bubble that just couldn’t last.
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It’s neither you nor I that are mistaken,
but worldly circumstances that inhibit
and place us in this pathway of restrictions.
We travel only by imagination.
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I'm left saddened and puzzled,
Distressed but inured,
To long odds of success that
The play is secured.
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