NEW POETRY: How a Poet Dies



How a Poet Dies

I know now
how a poet dies
Skin, pristine
Scarred, internally
Eyes that have seen
more than others realize

I know
how a poet dies
Standing in the path
of lifes tornadoes
Riding the waves
A lightning rod
in every thunderstorm

your eyes
We cannot face
Never enough
money or touch
or time can
keep us Safe
We couldn’t promise you that
so too many times
in the name of Art)
We just ran

I hold
Nothing now
but Passions’ rust
I’ve listened
Crying watching
Aching throbbing
as stronger Others
Slipped to gone

(I can’t feel them
though I may join them
soon enough)

Ebbing tide
Setting sun
Blue jays, guard
the home I loved

On the off-chance
on the morrow
Let me remember
that I must
go gently
Syllables, inconsequential

That’s how
(Crescendo denied)
I believe
a poet dies

C2014 GC Cameron
With Love, to my Worldwide PoetKin
On the Occasion of my Open Heart Surgery

NEW POETRY: Daffodils



The yellow of
the daffodils
reminded me
of your dimpled smiles
tundra to high school drama
thoughts of your golden tendrils
Caress exquisitely
almost imperceptibly
my blushing soul now

An ordinary day
made brighter
all because you are
in the world
breathing soft
Heartbeat of
all that truly matters

c2014 GC Cameron
With thanks to RDJ & for K & EA

NEW POETRY: Waiting Honest



Do you know?
I looked through the window
out there
beyond our glass house
A woodpecker harkened
on a branch gilded with green
Could it be
Spring has come?

Come follow me
(I won’t ask you to run)
Let the sunshine
lift up your frown

I promise
to keep you warm and safe
Come out
Life IS
waiting, Honest

So tender, a heart
So trying, old ways
So wasted on others
the joy of these days
when redemption and renewal
come knocking at our door
Suggesting gently
that there’s something more
than our frailties and failed goals
Waiting on the other side
of the door to our souls

No need
to be afraid
it’ll be nice
I know
The worlds been aching
for you to come home
Let it love you
it’s been here for you
All along
Waiting, Honest

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Saving Grace


Some things
are better
without explanation
Lessons seen
with sudden clarity
Send me panicked
Searching for traction

I know
I’m very small
in the face of everything
It still hurts
Still stings
Stumbling messy
through everything

Let me run
if only to save face
Grant me
Saving Grace

Like a cliff
too long exposed
to the elements
It’s job
to be
as a target
wherever it juts out

Plant something green
atop of it
for me
Prove Life is still
Here / There
in spite of any misgivings

Hold me close
if only to save face
Grant me
Saving Grace

I’ll remember
Twinkling eyes
a perfect memory
of how you softened
in the twilight
as Hope dimmed
of tethering

Intoxicant luscious
I sip softly
in my dreams
to a place of no pain
Saving Grace



c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Mae West Game



You didn’t ask
I couldn’t tell you
Despite my
Heart-swollen Hell
Better at taking
what’s not yours
Finesse and manipulate
I want so much more
I can’t do this anymore

I won’t say
I can’t play
Your girly games
I can’t lie
I can only hate
the way
You sacrifice
what is real to me
I want so much more

Be the party girl
I’m the mousy one
Still waiting for Real
Viagara and penis pumps
Lonely men want love so much
My poetry awaits
the day
They decide not to keep
visiting your mirage

I won’t stay
I can’t play
Your Mae West games
I can’t lie
I can only hate
the way
You sacrifice
what is real to
so many of us
I want more
than promises that rust
I want Love

I know I am not
Charlie’s red haired girl
Shirley Temple little
or Von Trapps
fallen in love nun
My days of being cute
and believing in purity
are gone
I just don’t want
to burn in pain
or desperate arms
being something
I’m just not
I’m so done
being Hard

I won’t stay
I think I’ll fade away
Rather than run
A relic of what matters
but is done
All gone
I won’t play
Mae West games
with anyone

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Happy Joyous and Free

Happy Joyous and Free

I seemed
to do everything right
Woke up before Dawn
Cuddled with the dogs
til came morning light
Grabbed a bite to eat
Then up a factory street
to a class full of
Geeks like me
Who don’t think
They matter much
to Life’s grand scheme

Dodged the law
driving to the store
A salad then some pasta
with much nicer folks
As my defenses fell
To Lonely Weary
I knew I’d end the day alone

Did nothing wrong
but why I’m sad
is because I stayed
on the level
of this Life of Lack
No progress up
or out of this Ordinary
So much for striving to be
Happy Joyous and Free

I want a reprieve
from boring Stagnancy
Show off with glee
Pretty sexy smart
Delicious Me
Buried in a pile of shit
I’m tired of the stink
Where’s my ComeUppance
My opportunity
to shine brightly
All I ever wanted to be
Is Happy Joyous and free

c2014 GC Cameron
for Nick, with Congrats




I have seen the world
first from dusty history books
high upon a shelf
in my grandparents living room
Published at the age of four
a letter in the paper
Santa Claus
I want so much
Raggedy Ann and a typewriter

Though I’ve cried
while flying over
the ocean to British treasures
All I really wanted
was to share life with someone
send kisses from the kitchen table

I dream
A snowstorm targets
where I sit
Alone and awkward
in the sun
Why not…
A kiss, a cuddle
laughter in the dark
(Rarely does it ever
amount to much)

Words fail me
You show me
with a smile and touch
What I suspected
all along
I think
must be living
You prove
to me
in Why nots
acted bravely upon

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Waning Gibbous MoonHeart


Waning Gibbous MoonHeart

warm came down
Idiot Arrogants
fat with Lust
Fell asleep, satisfied
like a child
Having broken
an insufficient Want
I patient,
waited for more
Intimacy and Trust
THAT was what I wanted

Heart left alone
to Fail mere humans
Here in the cover
of Darkness
Breath and rest
atop melting snow
Smart but alone
this, only I will know

These are the hours
Busy for Creating God

I soft with a gentle smile
Peak through the clouds
to Heaven
as much as He-She
allows me to watch

I will die
during the dreaming
of familial imbeciles
This girl
Judases cannot love

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: At Fifty-Four



It is
this day
an anniversary of sorts
Passion Careless
on a football field born
A snowstorm
cloaked Innocence
A young girl didn’t know
Dippity Do in a bouffant hairdo
wouldn’t save her
Make her wondrous
Insulate her
through boiled pasta
To Loved
and longterm Wanted

To the druggist
Past the chocolates
Grab the Cold Duck
and Phenobarbital

I wear my mothers
Haircolor and pearls
Hope I am her ComeUppance

C2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Mons Calpe


Mons Calpe

Apart from You
Blissful but poor
I floated past
without you
ever noticing
Too busy spouting
your agenda
to unappreciative napping souls

I can still hear
You, excited babbling
Inconsequential syllabary
The Rosetta Stone
used to be grateful
Idiot Arrogants
were finally extinct
No longer boastful
Atop barbarous Mons Calpe

Matter not
Body here
but not Heart
(You don’t see
the truth yet)
Expel your airy thoughts
Celebrate the Mirage

(There never WILL be
an Us)
I’m sure of this

c2014 GC Cameron


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