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Best Poems Written by Anita Shirk

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Secret Love

We always want the one
We can't have, right?

When in grade school
Popular boy, cute and bright

On to high school and
No one I wanted did I land

Then to college men
For several had a yen

Even to this adulthood
Wanted someone I shouldn't 

I would really like to see
Someone who feels the same about me

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Natural Man

Is there a natural man,
The walrus said?
Whose ideas are bright
And feet are not lead?

Who says what he means
And means what he says?
Who is capable of love, an
All of the best?

The prince charming
We long for as children
Come out of the storybook
As is written

Please, come hither, soon,
For life without you
Is like an island on which
You are marooned

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Flowers

You might like your Iris flowers
You know she is very old
You might like your many roses
Signifying mid'le of the road

Most would chose pansies
For the youth in them in code
We could stamp out all chamomiles
If I could I'd kill a load

I prefer in the spring lilacs
Practically never have to hoe'd
Then come the lovely peonies
They are a delight to behold

Though you might think I like lilies
I would only till they're sold
I prefer the mysterious orchid
And a man with which to hold

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Red Dress

She hands me the red dress
With yellow flowers
She never knew what I'd do
Within the hour

I remember you looking in
On all us girls
Your black suit in place
White collar as a pearl

The harp plays on and on
Amidst the chatter
My eye catches the dress,
It doesn't matter

The woman that I sent to it
Has re-gifted the dress
Now someone else wears it
Not four tables hence

Your eye catches mine but
You retreat when I turn round
We say so many things
And yet without a sound

I often wonder of that day
If you'd come around
If only had worn the dress,
Red with yellow flowers down

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Whence True Love

A white haired lady sits front of mirror
She tears somewhat in the eye
She picks up a handle to brush the hair
That fate has thinned and vilified

She cries thinking just this thing,
He will not find me now.
No, I have waited too long in years
My true love will not find me now.

I've wasted my love and these tears
On braggarts and rascals and wastels.
No, not now, he would not love me now;
If he could find me, if somehow but how?

I married the wrong man in my youth
Then corrected it but then,
Do you want the truth?
She whispered, the next one was the same.

No, my true love will never come
No, not now, he will never come to tame
The heart that still yearns for him
At every turn, and I am to blame.

Tired, and so tired, I say, everyday,
It comes closer to me, so that sometimes
I just pray to get it over with, 
As my true love has gone away.

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Tempted

Daydreams, schemes, melancholy dreams
A fairytale resurrected
Not by the hour but daily
A new god come erected

Wondering if it was true
Felt it was too good to be
That this handsome rogue
Would be in love with me

His eyelashes fluttered
His speech became sputtered
His color heightened
Whenever we enlightened

Upon some topic somewhere
My pride was assured
He was my beau if I cared, 
At the last moment, I demured

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Too Close

Don't hold me too close
so's I can't breathe

For your fears will
not be relieved

I'll try not to leave
but back up farther

For perhaps what you fear
will become very real

So love me from afar
like some movie star

And we'll get on better