James Walter Orr

You come to me because you say you need me.
I come because I cannot stay away.
You weep with me because our love was thwarted.
I weep with you because you cannot stay.
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The weasels run, a mighty herd
Of charging little beasts.
They're waiting on King Weasel
To call them to their feast.
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Her gray head bows, and in the lamps dim glow,
with steady hand she sticks the end of thread
toward needles eye, but bushy, raveled end
declines to go. She makes another try
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SHADOWS OF SEPARATION

I call to you across the miles,
those empty miles which lie between
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When I'm crushed between the debris
of the cold, hard rocks of space
and the end of time
and I know I'll never be free
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In ages past, when the evening star
shone down from an azure sky,
it carried warmth from the goddess of love:
love shone from her twinkling eye.
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Deep and solemn tolls the midnight bell.
The moon begins its slow descent, to sink,
Behind the steeply rising western hills,
And yet I lie in bed, awake, to think.
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While waves of passion lap the shore,
I plumb the depths of Eros' lake
And drink it dry, and look for more:
Oh God! , that this desire might slake
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I have to this, I have to that;
What makes me think I must?
I cannot take the time to chat,
Much less escape the thrust
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I came to earth, from a distant star,
And alien point of view.
I walk this earth as I did afar,
And I search for what is true.
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My limbs are knotted, like an oak,
that stands, devoid of leaves.
I don’t envision or evoke,
an image that deceives.
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There’s slightly over half a moon that shines on us tonight.
Fragmented clouds approach her face, but none can block her light.
The night is nice to take my walk. My shirt is wet with sweat.
They say a rain will come tonight. I will not take that bet.
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I watch from the shadows like some sort of a
Peeping Tom,
while the echoes of the past wash over me like the
gentle waves of a peaceful sea.
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She stood on the sidewalk,
to all whom passed oblivious
to their glances, bumps and talk.
That she was heart-broken was obvious.
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When the setting sun meets the western sea,
And the things of day take repose,
And the bees return to their honey hive
And abandon the last sweet rose;
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We cut the budget to the bone
With edicts handed from the throne,
And leave the children all alone,
While we, the children's fate bemoan.
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(Obsessed Times Two)

The puny mind of man can soar
beyond confining skies;
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Lorelei, Sweet Lorelei,
Your siren’s song has stirred my soul.
My armor’s cracked, My shield is gone.
I’ve glimpsed the part: Now show the whole.
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To my mailbox, I made a walk
And got a piece of mail today,
From one with whom I often talk,
Who lives a thousand miles away;
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