Walterrean Salley Poems

I counted the wrinkles in her hands
Whom life had subtly passed by.
She got no visits and no mail,
No one phoned her to say hi.
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Once there was a group of bored nuns.
Adventurous, they were seeking fun.
And then, one Sunday—freeing—
The nuns all went a skiing.
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There was a humorous president,
Whatever he said—that he meant.
Barring all else,
He made fun of himself.
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Once two old ladies lived together.
They were friends in every weather.
Though they fussed,
And though they cussed,
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Storing this,
And storing that.
Why be such
A packrat?
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The poet stands on a corner
And faithfully heralds his cry
About the issues of life.
He speaks of flowers in bloom,
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At the Vatican—
Saint Peter's Square—
The faithful
Kept vigils there.
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With strategic choreography,
The flutes flirt
With the trumpets.
And the violins waltz
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A day in the presence of God.
A day with those whom you love.
A day with prayer and a song
It's melody from above.
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You have gone where few go,
Unless they’ve got that special pass.
But you’ve got that and much more,
Travelling with pizazz.
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