James Walter Orr Poems

Sometimes it’s sort of sad to send
An unseen smile across the way,
Not knowing if the smile will wend
Its way to where it can convey
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I'm not so sure just what it was
that floated in the summer air.
I'm not so sure from whence it came;
I'm sure indeed that it was rare.
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How shall I thank you for your love?
Words are inadequate to say
The depth from down to up above;
From left to right and every way.
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Shall I be happy when I die,
Or will I even know?
Shall I protest and wonder why,
Or close my eyes and go?
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I stand alone, my body sick.
My fever elevates.
Nigh overcome by parasites,
Their damage ne’er abates.
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I once received, and also sent,
A silly little note.
I was told “That note’s too mushy! ”
I said, “You missed the boat! ”
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Last night, Love, when sleep forsook me,
Softly then, I heard you call.
Spoken as a gentle murmur,
Still it echoes through the hall.
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By no means will I behold you;
Never look upon your face.
I will not implore forgiveness,
Best I die with my disgrace.
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I miss the days of my wandering youth,
Traveling disheveled, unkempt and uncouth;
Since I owned nothing, I’d nothing to lose;
There were no options to pick nor to choose.
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The world turns, the heart yearns, passion burns.
The time crawls, new love palls, the curtain falls.
Can't go back, what a lack, get no slack.
The body dries, failing eyes, no more tries.
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