Orville Phillips Poems

Detailed plans
showing arteries and veins –
lifeblood
to and from the rural heartland.
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Beautiful evening, red sky at night –
A warm greeting for a perfect venue.
Silver spoons and candles glint with delight,
As our fingers danced around the menu.
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Eye of the storm
upon landscape serene,
your charm never fades
in intensity.
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There are memories there that softer falls
Than rose petals blown on freshly-cut grass,
To their destiny beyond dew-soaked walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
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If all we have is dreams, then let them live:
Our life, our universe – ours to explore.
A world of dreams is all I have to give,
Each day is a star for me to adore.
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These words and more I’ll put in a
letter, a couple of
words are smeared on the script.
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When leaves of gold drift down
throughout the day
upon the path –
here, there and everywhere.
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A distant train interrupts the silence –
a train of thought is going through my mind…
The blades on the streets are just blades of grass;
graffiti on walls in art galleries.
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You said you weren’t cold,
as some windswept leaves
scuttled by
to huddle in a corner.
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A moment in time captures your pleasure,
A thousand words define your photograph.
‘tis for me to remember at leisure –
Pictured words in an endless paragraph.
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