James Walter Orr Poems

How shall I go when I do go?
Shall I hitch up my mismatched team
And start out for the golden west;
Fulfillment for a boyhood dream?
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Two lovers in the moonlight,
Their passion holds its sway;
They meld into the shadows,
While loving comes their way.
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I wander through life,
And I learn from my strife,
How precious the memories are.
The battles, though rife,
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We cross the rushing stream, now gorge confined.
Once more I take the lead, with her in back.
The narrow shelves where now we walk remind
How quickly flows the water through this crack.
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We know, one day I will be no more but
A memory that lingers in some mind.
I hope it’s for some deed considered kind;
Mind and heart that are open, never shut;
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I went out to shop in the Sunnybank Hills
in a market just off of the track.
A purchase I made there still gives me the chills,
in the midst of Australia's outback.
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The party's on, your chef is gone
To see his ailing mom.
You need an ace to save your face;
So thus, with great aplomb,
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What is it that I need to have
To make my life complete?
It's not to spread a richer feast:
I have too much to eat.
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Always it seems one loses in the end,
Credence that one has built throughout one’s life.
Requirements make us break unless we bend,
Or spend our rationed time immersed in strife.
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Forever, like a moment, turns to dust.
Our puny minds ask, “How can one conceive
Rationally that other concepts must
Emerge through layers serving to deceive:
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