Michael J ORourke2 Poems

Our lives brought love to this world
Yours brought love to me
Elysium...I know it well
It comes each anniversary
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Lourdes I have visited many times
Pilgrims and Malades I will never forget
The wondrous beauty of forgotten rhymes
The richness of prayer- an eternal debt
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The East river... dark and oily beyond the moors
With a pretense of wit, led me to Lady Libery's shore
Beneath Wall Street's monolithic expanse
The seagulls delight in my momentary trance
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Among the people whom you know
One towers above your infant breath
The sole empress of your being
Brave enought o hope for... your auroral cry
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It is not that the muse of Vivaldi's Cafe
Casts a spell on my crevassed state
Not that the murals nourish any childlike desire
To creep back into the womb - and re-emerge
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They warned me, Conor - of that newborn paternal pride
Pushing friends, family, work - and even frivolity aside.
I laughed and said that life would go on
With yet another dimension to muse upon
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If I could walk this world a noble man
With princes and kings and dukes and earls
I'd travel to palaces so regal in view
And lay my gifts of sapphires and pearls
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If God would let me fingers paint
An image of a perfect saint
Who would deign to walk this world with us
Without a halo...without a fuss
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When Alex blew his kisses
Our souls were all made whole
Such love and smiles to light the sky
Our hungry hearts he stole
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The language of the woods came to me
In colors of crimson and Irish whiskey
Along with the wind-strewed leaves
The gentle clouds breathed through the maritime forest
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