James Walter Orr

Rookie (02, June,1930 / Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.)

James Walter Orr Poems

41. Moment Of Need 9/1/2009
42. My Fairy Goddess 9/1/2009
43. Stay Thou, Oh Spring 9/1/2009
44. My Alien 9/1/2009
45. Out Of Touch 9/1/2009
46. Pale Rider 9/1/2009
47. Mistletoe Madness 9/1/2009
48. Start Again 9/1/2009
49. Remembered Whispers 9/1/2009
50. Robbing The Heat 9/1/2009
51. Roll The Dice 9/1/2009
52. Sadly Speak Last 9/1/2009
53. The Music 9/1/2009
54. The Sleet Rattled Down 9/1/2009
55. Thus Passeth 9/1/2009
56. Time Traveler 9/1/2009
57. Walk Not In Stones 9/1/2009
58. Fourth Dimension 9/2/2009
59. Strange Dream 9/2/2009
60. Sometimes While Seeking 9/2/2009
61. Toast To Love 9/2/2009
62. Time's Terminal 9/2/2009
63. Georgia Charm 9/2/2009
64. Turn Of The Cards 9/2/2009
65. Twists Of Fate 9/2/2009
66. That One Spice 9/2/2009
67. Eloquent Innocence 9/2/2009
68. Why Did You Come? 9/2/2009
69. Submerged Love 9/2/2009
70. Pawned Soul 9/2/2009
71. I Want A Blind Girl 9/2/2009
72. Valentine 9/2/2009
73. When One Wonders 9/2/2009
74. Amongst The Dunes 9/2/2009
75. Cause Crusader 9/2/2009
76. Gone Forever 9/2/2009
77. Time's Prisoners 9/2/2009
78. Valentine's Gift 9/2/2009
79. Vaneasia 9/2/2009
80. Venus Hesitates 9/2/2009

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Best Poem of James Walter Orr

Right Love, Wrong Time

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.

You say with me you can escape reality.
For me what's real is I die more each day.
Our thoughts are deep and life has so much meaning:
A life of pain that grows more so each day.

Sometimes we laugh because it seems so crazy.
Sometimes we cry because we know it's true.
The time was right, the place was wrong, but darling,
There'll never be another, only you.

Our dreams of love ...

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The Seamstress

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
after she has moistened with her mouth,
And twisted down the raveling gossamers
that tend to wander from the mother-strand.
So now again, she takes with steady hand
the thread toward needles eye: the thread goes through.

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