NEW POETRY: What Gold I Found


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What Gold I Found

I sanitized
a bit Today
Screwed up my face
Set out to erase
references and traces
of what you said
You are
but clearly
Aren’t

Gulp
Gasp
Sit down in the sun
Like a miner
Panning through rock
I’ve sifted through
All that you brought me
Kept what little
Gold I found

I ache
for the sting
of a cold wind
to dry tears
Obscuring
my view of Wow

Bravery
Dignity
There are no Endings

I dust off
scraped knees
Straighten up
Begin to walk

Sure
Enduringly
Life finds a way
as I will
to go on

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Now That the Moon Has Stilled


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Now That the Moon Has Stilled

Wake me when
the moon has stilled
and no one is wise
to its’ spying
Take me to see it
then slip your hands
underneath my breath
Lift my gasps high
as a sacrifice
In memory of
Lovers lost
Who missed
what we have found
while only
a lunar crescent
smiled shy once
Soft
and just for us

Oh
how eclipsed blushes
are wasted on the young
Drunk in sweat
They live to regret
ignoring the night
They think
gives them sophistication
Had We in OUR Youth
taken
Reflected Light
so for granted…

Ah
Our steps
slow-sexy with finesse
Delight
in the spotlight
Eons bless

Now
that the moon
has stilled

c2014 GC Cameron
Photograph of Author, by Anthony Nasella
Used with Permission

NEW POETRY: Les Douaires


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Les Douaires

The night
I heard
first thunder there
whiskers scraped
my shoulder blades
muscle-thick wet-pink
conquered my neck
tender hands gently
uncovered riches
Lightning dared not
Illuminate

I shiver now
as clouds collide here
Begging God and tide
to bring you where
Virginity
needs redefining
Lovemaking was lost
when my little town
decided to fight
Surviving

I wrap crystal
in new sheets
Awaiting the rain
Reminiscing
I became yours
the night
You let me see
how
Thunder could transform
A child
into a wife

Such are
our dowries
Poet to poet
Country to country
Breath to body
and back again
Crescendoing
Delightfully
Insatiably
Aching…wanting

C2014 GC Cameron
for Henri & Marioh

NEW POETRY: Oh Chosen One


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Oh Chosen One

I have
Loved you
as a greedy
frightened child
would
Fearing Poverty
on Christmas morn
Starting with
your marble
Skin-mottled head
I’ve sought treasures
in your
Tree of Life
from star-topped tip
to toes and roots
seeking soil

Like birds’ nests
hidden deep
for protection
I found your
Heart
beating Nurture
Fingertips tender
Seek courageously
Breeze and Light
Trusting
burns and blusterings
Will not be too severe

Old you are now
Not wreckless or shallow
Alone
Taken for granted
You don’t realize
how much you matter

It is
Remember
A simple evergreen
Where the wood came from
that cradled saviors sweet

I love you
Knowing
None is likely
to come
Is such Trust
Enough
to comfort You
Oh Chosen One?

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c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: Veiling Disbelieving


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VEILING DISBELIEVING

And then
the Rain came
Loud
but a bore
Unable to stop
The roaring aching
Scared broken heart
that beats inside We
Wants you beside Me

I flash
Your cower
I Temporary
Utter Blasphemy
You are poetry
I cannot fathom
Dare not try myself

Let me
slip under the covers
Bury my Shame
in your chest, cavernous
Plant kisses begging
on your mouth

When you stir
I will drink
Baptize
Bless me
with a wink
and a flutter
of your eyelashes
Veiling Disbelieving

Rise and Fall
Conquer and Surrender
Your topography
to me this night
I promise
I’ll be yours
Lay down
Give all
Come Dawn After

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: A’Coming Storm


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A’COMING STORM

I know
the ripples
the kind of breeze
that, staccato
gently shakes
Leaves in nearby trees
As well as I
They know the storms
A’coming
Both more fragile
than we’d like to be
Not nearly as strong
as we seem
While many
admire our bravery
We cling
to Whatever
we’ve got Handy

In my case
it is your shirt
Too small to wear
I remember still
the sleeves rolled up
upon your arms
Silver curly hair
caressing what I long
to have hold me now
Your alabaster bottom
sinking down
into my Everything
(There’s ever enough
of Everything)

Angry Atmosphere
and rain
are upon
the cedars and I now
I clutch
all I have of you
Close my eyes
Squint tight
Dream of trembling
Thunderous Us

I beg the wind take
the Horrors
That deny me
Your Touch
Love, you are
Too far
Too long
Kiss-breathe
for my lonely heart

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: For Peter in Lament


For Peter, in Lament

No more fires
I can’t start
a pilgrimage
to a land that’s parched
Open your eyes
A new day has come
This is Love
Morning,
this is Love

Dry your tears
in the Dawn sun
Drink the dew
The night has gone
Feast upon a smile
that can fill your heart
This is Love,
Darling
This is Love

I can see the pain
You so try to hide
Don’t say
She’s gone
(We both know
that she’s not)
I don’t want
to chase her away
Take her place
Have you say
You did what was just
You gave your heart
But it’s not lost
How could anyone
want you
to ache this ache
This is Love
offering you a way
to give on
This is Love,
Bigger than
You ever thought it was
This is Love

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: A Mothers’ Day


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A MOTHERS’ DAY

Softer
did Dawn come
Caressing me
more quietly
than most mornings
Typically
Enthusiastic
Bouncing buoyant

(Life and days
come to me
Historically
a lot less timidly)

I thought nothing of it
Until suddenly
Like a child feigning brave
it burst out
and rained upon me
Embarrassed and afraid

Intimate
with Fragility
I stayed
and watched
the Sad
as quickly
ease

These days will come
I’ve no doubt
with increasing
Frequency

The more I love
As a mother
who’s child
is missing
yet still seeks
Sweet
Agonizingly

c2014 GC Cameron
With Trust & Love to My Daughters

NEW POETRY: Golgotha


GOLGOTHA

I wish
you’d said
how Beautiful
my courageous friend
This blonde brilliant
Nothing to lose but Pain
Wondrous
Resilient
Cultivated blessing

Shame binds
I’m not sure I should try
to invite you to dance
beyond such a sad
perspective

Skin and bones
Fragile so
Breath and eyes
cast shadows
Isolating

Hell enough
Those intending
Cruel and rough
Why offer them
more territory?

c2014 GC Cameron

NEW POETRY: How a Poet Dies


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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
undulatingly
A lightning rod
in every thunderstorm

It’s
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
(and ALWAYS
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
Anymore
though I may join them
soon enough)

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

On the off-chance
Death
DOESNT come
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

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