NEW POETRY: Now That Summers’ Comin On

Now That Summers’ Comin On

In the current
of Revelation
I kept seeking
a safe haven
Masculine tender
Fierce and wrong
You don’t care what I want
No time to touch
now that Summers’ comin on

Shed the layers
Come up stairs
look out the window above
The trees-
You can really see the trees
Now that you’ve risen above
even the iris

You won’t stay
I know the signs
Birds take away
what you leave behind
The meek are brilliant
but pushed aside
now that Summers’ comin on

I’ve withstood many droughts
I’ve learned to get enough
from the stars
(Anorexic, though they are)
Little crumbs of blessings
Stingy-Austere
Your Almost Love

Funny how I’m supposed to be grateful
for a feast with God
(I know He wants me
though you find me
Inadequate and brusque)

Take to your bed now
Bury yourself in a huff
Hide from the light
from the world
you seem to greedily covet
You can’t meet
it’s demands
(how very odd, it should have some)

On shifting sand
You’ll traipse, I’ll watch
You point your compass
thrust your Hope
for firmament
upon a gilded mirage
Opposite the sun
now that Summers’ comin on

c2013 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: In the Dark Sun Night

In the Dark Sun Night

There is It
That subtle precipice
That pivotal place
in Timelife
Talk most must
as if a myth
Ached for dreamed of
It wouldn’t for me, Exist

You Are
You breathe
You tried not to smile
in the Dark Sun Night
Off you go, Intoxicant subtle

Never to work
When Want succombs
I know the SirenSong, far Off
Come over tomorrow
Sink low, plummet from clouds

Fight to stay where you are
in this dark sun night
You tether more
than I thought possible

c2013 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Saving Grace

SAVING GRACE

I got here, Lordy
Thought I never would
About time, a day
fell into place
When I finally wouldn’t yearn

For your kiss
For your taste
For a bit of Saving Grace

Skinny runty
I fell hard
My heart got stuck
on a silver star
and a gun you couldn’t leave
(You kept it always within reach)

How I loved you
(How you didn’t want me to)

Now you’re just
a bittersweet breeze
that leaves me crying
like a sweat bee sting

Will I see you again
around a campfire
or in dreams

I just can’t wait
For your kiss
For your taste
For a bit of Saving Grace

Swallow your Pride
I know you’re glad inside
A shaman seeks to claim me
We both lost
Agonized and sighed
to the skies
Begged Great Spirit please
for someone
who’d just stay willing, lovingly

Offer a kiss
Declare today
as being blessed
with Saving Grace

c2013 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Killicrankie Mothers’ Cry

KILLIECRANKIE MOTHERS’ CRY

My
Faire Lassies
how I miss you
Trust you’re out there
in the night
My life is full
but ever yearning
for the sound
of your girlish delights

All the more
I love you
In exile, far from sight
Far from pain
but not the memory
of our Killiecrankie fright

Home I know
was sacred
Lost in a family fight
I was weak
and in a fever
Terrified
Now Trust is lost
I sense has died

My
Faire Lassies
How I miss you
Know you’re out there
doing fine
My life goes on
but I’m always with you
Daughters of Killie
Stars of the night

c2013 GC Cameron
For My Daughters (from Mommy in Exile)

NEW POETRY: Wind Resigned

Wind Resigned

It came
that day
I never really wanted
You instead of me
Barefoot honest
Buddha Zeus and Jesus
I once thought you were them all
Unthreatened as the others were
of comingling
Chairman Maos little red book
Icarus with the phoenix rising
and St. Augustines exhaustive works
On the same table
In the same life

Others drank Cabernets
while with you
I take to tea these days
and pray you don’t die

You were NEVER
to become Human
Yet now you’re no less
in my eyes Divine

We don’t cry now
but share firmament
Fat and rumpled
Wind resigned

c2013 GC Cameron
for my beloved Uncle in honor of his birthday

NEW POETRY: Pitcher in the Seventh Inning

Pitcher in the Seventh Inning

The moments come now
sometimes faster than I expect
I’m suddenly
functioning better
Sometimes Anonymous
Though I’m very short
My spirits’ tall
I navigate Life fine
Ebb and flow
Rise and fall
Rounding corners
Trying new things
Beyond surviving
I know I’m thriving here in Spring

Late to the game
I’m the pitcher coming in
the Seventh Inning

I suppose
others didn’t give me
much of a chance
That’a my job
Pushing past their doubts
(and mine, at last)

Sit your bodies down
I can do this thing
I can rise on the foundation
Soar to heights
you didn’t reach

I’ve been waiting in the wings
It’s my time
Here in the Seventh Inning

I don’t mind the weeds!
I don’t mind the rain!
Bright it on
I won’t melt
I won’t let Fear
decide my Fate
I have seen the Evils in the world
Realized they were afraid
Like me
Evil was insecure
Just like We

I’m in the game
God called me up
to run victorious
Take my place
The pitcher for
the Seventh Inning

c2013 GC Cameron
For A.N & The Big Red Machine

NEW POETRY: Scars Time Can’t Erase

SCARS TIME CAN’T ERASE

I noticed
as the sun shone bright
the other day
when you praised me
Walking around
this place for weeks
You don’t realize
you save me
From hating myself
from hating this town
Where even psychbabblers
swore I’d never live
to make it out

Never live
to make a sweet sound

Years ago
the Pain became too much
Words said were cruel
I couldn’t overcome
the hurt, the ache
it swallowed me up

Words failed me
so I cut

Sober now
Some say I’m sane
No drugs no booze
No neighbors who call my name

But I prayed
knowing some scars
Time can’t erase

Flowers and dogs
they bring smiles to me now
Over on the interstate
I see the sun rise over clouds
I love the sofa that stinks
I love the giggles and the grins
of folks I meet
Who think I’m Feisty Neat

I look down upon my forearm
See the word “Help” once carved so deep

There are scars
Time didn’t erase
but make
your saving me
Such a blessing

Oh, to be worthy of you!
To have you sit there Unashamed
to break bread, invite me to
Join you
I don’t have to run away
You assure me that I’m safe
And wanted

There are scars
Time can’t erase
but your Love does

c2013 GC Cameron
For My Angels Unawares

NEW POETRY: Yellow Really

YELLOW REALLY

They were fierce
(So am I)
She broke your heart
(I want to try)
Like the dandelions
in the green
It didn’t hurt the grass
to make room for
Yellow Really
but YOU drifted off
with the breeze
(How DARE you call me
a “Weed”)!

Not real pretty
but real strong
I will live
the whole day long
outlasting your attention
Wondering why
short-focused children
stay longer than you lament

Not gonna give you wheels
when I’ll grow wings
You’ll fall asleep-
I’ll leave enough of me
to make your wine
(so you can whine)

Cowardice comes easily
to those who won’t give-
Only talk and tease
Don’t tell me how
you’re so easygoing
when I metamorphose
Adjust, Adapt
so Blissfully

Dandelion
Me? Just maybe
but who is
Yellow Really?

c2013 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Early on a Midwest Morning

EARLY on a MIDWEST MORNING

Oh, how we ramble
Past the Dawn
A fitful nights’ sleep
after a day that was awful
We push through the crowds
Try not to hate ourselves
Stir the clouds
Burn the rubber
Rev the engine up
Escape the clutter
We’re confused
We’re so fragile
Thank God it’s quiet NOW

Wait
We didn’t want to be alone
Won’t you stay and sit a spell?

Coffee and a pastry treat
Scowl at the price of gasoline
Who got shot while the dogs were barking?
Long as it wasn’t me
I’m supposed to be okay

Over the hill
Down the street
I know a few believe in me
A pretty plain girl
Smart but missing
Mortgages and Marriage

Stub my toe-
God I need a pedicure
and a movie please
When did Love
get to be so expensive?

Welcome to life
Here in the Midweat
Our way of whining
We do it best
here along the interstate
You Who All Pass by
Never stop to see
Try our Dandelion wine
Dare our Honesty
We live Coatless and Real
Come see
us here
Early on a Midwest morning

c2013 GC Cameron
For the crew in the basement of the 741 Center

NEW POETRY: Dragon in My Dreams

DRAGON in MY DREAMS

It was too different – Finally
I didn’t want you in my bed
this morning
A Sad stop
(I’m sure your daughter would agree)
Firearm loaded
It was too wrong
Judgement, you had laid it down
Sheriff in a Heartless town

Not me
I wish you were
a Dragon in my Dreams

Duck and cover
Humble not
You once rescued me
in a mailbox
Sorry for my children at Christmas
You weren’t sure I’d survive
to see this day
The world, it thought that I was nuts
You didn’t know
Didn’t want me to give up

I’ve grown up and away
from such
Intensity

Red buds greeted me
in the moonlight last night
I’m just fine now
You hold tight
to what you think is truly
Mercy

It’d simply be too tough
To taste to touch
then have you run
What’d be the point
in even washing the sheets?

I wish you were a Dragon
in my Dreams

Oh,
Where did the time go?
Who’d have thought
I’d ever want to Love you
Less and so?
Are you proud of me?
I grew up -so will she
and like me
She’ll want you to be
the Dragon in her dreams

c2013 GC Cameron