Best Camden Poems
Love Letters - 2 - A Collaboration With Michael Clarke-Repost
Love Letter No. 2...Janet Camden.
My most precious darlin' love I come to you across the many miles as my heart it bleeds an undying love for you.How I miss you so sweetheart. Last night I gazed upon the vastness of the velvet heavens and the tears began to fill my brown eyes and fall down upon my ivory face as I whispered your name on the warm southerly breeze. How my heart aches each day that you are away from me my love. Each day I feel a little more of me is wasting away the longer you are away from me.How I long to be held in your loving arms again.I so need to feel the comfort of your gentle reassuring touch .The softness of your words telling me that you love me and will never leave my side and that you will always be with me. Oh, to look into your eyes once more I would gladly lay down my life to know you are safe and with my last breath I would whisper...
~ I Love you~
Love Letter No. 2...John Camden.
My beloved, i find myself more and more lost in memories of you. I never thought i could feel so alone, haunted always by your smiling face. Still, there is an aching in my heart for you and home. Every night i look into the night sky and there you are my Love, my own guardian Angel, watching out for me. I whisper my Love to you and you smile, yet tears fall from soft brown eyes. I shall be coming home to you my Love, one day i shall be there in your arms, tasting your lips and lying by you once again. Tonight i sit alone just watching the sky, seeing you in every star. I think of home , we would be sitting on the porch at this time. My heart aches so to be with you. I long to hold you in my arms again and whisper my Love to you as we lie by the bend in the river. Keep that thought in your mind always. It shall give you some solace through the lonely nights my Love. You are in my thoughts always my Love. Let us make our memories in our dreams.
My Love comes to you on a whispered breath.....I Love You.
The Scots, by God,
They drove them out,
With a single Yorkie
At their heels a' yappin'
The Hobyahs tried to fly
Their arms they were a flappin'
Some managed to take to sea
And landed in Hamptonshire,
Yes-serieee!!!
But the British Navy would have none of this,
Big battleships they did send
The Hobyahs saw their doom,
Their plans they did amend
They sailed on to American,
Landed at the New Jersey coast,
The hobyahs could find no better host!
They ate their way from Newark
All the way up to Camden
Avoiding kennels and dog warning signs
There was always people on their roast
Now, much of America
Might applaud this you see,
For most of Jersey's citizens
Were as useless as a rubber tree
Then the Jerseyites came up
With a plan,
They bribed the Hobyahs with
16 barges overfilled with McDonalds
Quarter-Pounders with Cheese-
With big sign saying-
"This Way!!"
"Free PeopleBurgers"!!!!
And Infant Limb Fries!!!!"
Now this was not within
the Hobyah's realm of understanding,
But it sure sounded good....
So on the barges they climbed,
Till each and every one of these fiends
Took to sea, gorging themselves
On what they thought was fast human food
Once out in the bay, the barges were sunk
by remote control
On shore, a Mexican Beach Police Patrolman
was heard to ask Humphery Bogart,
for his beachcomber permit...
Humphrey barked back, "What?- Don't you see the history being made here?
If you're the beach police, let's see your badges!!"
The cop sneered, "Barges?....Barges?????.....We Don't Need No Sinking
Barges!!!!"
(See "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre")
With the kind permission of Marnie Memis (Oh, I Love that name!)
The dragonflies danced in the crisp Maine air
on a draft from the ocean deep.
Their delicate wings teased the breeze
high up on Mount Battie’s Peak.
Blue-black they flew like the night time sky,
as the mica flecked granite shone,
Seeking nectar sweet from blueberries bushes
and their small white flowers’ cones.
The silvered sea was surreally framed by
a multitude of human eyes;
Dotted with miniature sailing boats
A scene full of wonder and sighs.
a black bear roams the yards
of Camden residents
was tranquilized moments ago
she had come accustomed to being fed
by the hand of humans
an accident waiting to happen
looking into that pathway
of my woods sitting from my daybed
my heart races as I
imagine her coming toward me
standing on her hind legs
front paws waving at me
as her terrifying growls
burst from her mouth
sharp teeth
breaking down my sliding glass door
to feed on my flesh
her massive beastly power scares me
into submission
as i play dead
Sophie was born with an abnormal right foot,
So when she was nine she chose amputation,
She comes from Camden then moved to Bath,
And now studies at Bath College Illustration.
In 2011 she went to a Playground to Podium,
Event at Bath University because she knew
As a junior wheelchair basketball: was good,
But she preferred individual sports - she flew.
Her debut came at the Manchester World Cup,
In 2012 just before the 2012 Paralympic games,
Which Sophie made and competed in the finals,
Of the 200m, scoring a personal best in flames.
In Lyon, France, in 2013, Sophie came fourth,
In the 100m sprint, but then in the 200m sprint,
She came third, winning her very first medal,
Internationally, which raised the roof at her print.
So Sophie participated in the Euros in 2014,
Which were held in Swansea in Wales’s land,
And also accelerated in the Worlds at Doha,
Which gave her experience to mature grand.
In dancing Rio Sophie broke the top WR speed,
In the heats of the 100m which were lastly held,
On the 17th of September 2016, on the second,
Last day of these Para games eventually weld.
Called Dianetics
Back in nineteen fifty two
Xenu is now born ~¬!¬~
Science fiction dreams
Alive in the modern world
Followers arose ~¬!¬~
Ones declaration
That aliens are earths structure
Are now believed ~¬!¬~
Progression abounds
For in Camden, New Jersey
The lure of anew ~¬!¬~
Xenu, just a dream
Church of Scientology
Cult or religion? ~¬!¬~
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/religion-or-not.php
At Camden Yards in Baltimore,
The Orioles will play,
The White Sox from Chicago
Their opponents for today.
But players will not hear the cheers
Of all their rooting fans.
For ticket holders, refunds wait,
A crimp put in their plans.
‘Cause Baltimore’s in riot mode
And so the call was made
To ban the fans but for the teams,
Their game won’t be delayed.
They’ll bat and run and steal and slide
To silent empty seats,
With no one there to cheer or boo
Or care which team defeats.
This situation’s a surprise
And many just don’t buy it,
But emptiness is better than
A predetermined riot.
What does it mean to me
New Jersey
It means smell and warmth
iI……. oops wrong sort of Jersey
Here we go start again …….
Was the home of the Lenape Indians
Till the Dutch and Swedes came their way
Followed by the British who named
It after a channel island off the UK
Was the home of many a battle
Including the American revolutionary war
Who tried to oust the British rabble
Not such an easy chore
New Jersey has many counties
21 was the latest score
Morris County was indeed a pleasant one
Rich in tradition and folk lore
THEN
Theirs Atlantic and Bergen, Burlington too
Camden, Cape May, Cumberland to name but a few
Essex, Gloucester and Hudson come next in line
Hunterdon, Mercer and Middlesex are doing just fine
Monmouth, Morris and Ocean is that enough
Pacific, Salem and Somerset I am now out of puff
Sussex, Union and Warren …….That is New Jersey
charm(ed) bracelets
and bangles
and books on
strange science
in fogs
of whatever
all sold
by the locks
as sellers
in cellars
with culture
on counters
sell lifestyles
as street food
and vinyl
as clocks.
NO SLAM
Im heart broke.
I didn't get to vote.
Is this a joke.
Now I've been provoked.
It's like Cambells in Camden,NJ
leaving the people with no hope.
It's been banned...
all the other
four letter words,
that, I understand.
I'll be slammed...
I'm contemplating,
thinking,and wondering
were you plotting and planning,
to not let us be slamming....
Our hearts are bleeding.
This is devastating,
and frustrating
Most of all
frightening
if your not liking
you should stop reading.
Now we must
stop slamming...
No worrying,
We wont be:
"diss" missing or
"diss" respecting
the "can,"
but this is so
"diss" appointing...
I was ready to be the K.I.N.G
of SLAMMING
I understand...
We've been slammed
by the "souper" slam.
I'll... be... man....-
12)Coddle- Two fish enrapt in love.
13)Mustard- A diarrhea victim who can wait no longer.
14)Jam Session- A gathering of sweet-toothed weirdos with various jams and
jellies.
15)Coffee Table- An occasional table made of stale and hard coffee beans.
16)Condom- A very stupid prisoner.
17)Confederate- An inmate who nourishes his cellmate with food he sneaks
from the mess hall.
18)Condiment- A mint left on the pillow of Condolezza Rice's hotel room bed.
19)Metaphor- The reason you met her.
20)Meteor Shower- Cleaning meteors in your shower.
21)Osmosis- A female relative of the Osmond Brothers.
22)Gradute- A successfully educated studend ingested by a cannibal.
23)Grab Bag- A purse snatcher's job.
24)Wind Instrument- A guitar lifted and tossed in a hurricane.
25)Destitute- A broke prostitute.
26)Easygoing- Being tied in a wheelchair and pushed down the steepest street
in San Francisco.
27)Castrated- Judging who belongs in what pecking order in the movie cast.
28)Animosity- Dislike of mice.
29)Barn Dance- A group of barns dancing in a hurricane.
30)Carpeting- Gently stroking an automobile you love.
31)Chirk- A Cherokee idiot.
32)Coddle- Embracing your fish prior to frying.
33)Extraterrestials- Coming from another planet, or from Camden, New Jersey.
34)Hail Mary- A religious woman bombarded in a hail storm.
35)Hair Dresser- The absurd practice of putting dresses on one's head.
36)Homely- When poor ugly Lee is home.
37)Antacid- A psychological hallucinogenic drug favoered by hippy garden
insects.
38)Moron- An overdressed person of limited intelligence with far too much
cologne on.
39)Precession- The last days leading up to an economic downturn.
40)Martial Arts- Paintings done by Western town Sheriffs.
41)Spouse- A married rodent.
42)Consort- Dividing criminals by crime categories.
43)Debaunchery- When de bunch of us Brooklyn guys goes out on de town.
44)Drag Queen- When us guys from Brooklyn beat up and haul around
somebuddy from Queens.
45)Dragoon- Da dumb guy from Queens dat we got above.
so, another shooting in
the belly of the empire…
i wonder if Charlton Heston’s
withery old cock just
sprung to life?
i wonder if Ted Nugent &
Charlton Heston are sitting in
front of the television together
stroking each other’s hard hard
members with one hand,
whilst gripping their guns in the
others?
i wonder if James Holmes grew up
in the same culture that
dwells in the belly of the beast,
the same culture that develops in the
belly of the empire like cancer spreading,
the same culture that worships
guns like it does money, like it does
“jesus,” like it does the violence that
it propels across the heads of all
who live outside its borders?
hmmm.
and the sound bite keeps pumping
like house bass in our ears
that it all happened at the premiere of the
new Batman movie---
as if it never could have happened on
opening night of “Madagascar 3,” or
“Ted,” or “Brave,” or “Ice Age:
Continental Drift”---as if Christian Bale &
Tom Hardy somehow instigated
a man to kill people in a public theater…
so was Batman playing on Sept. 5th, 1949, in
Camden, NJ? was Batman playing on Aug.
6th, 1966, at the University of Texas in
Austin? was Batman playing on Sept. 25th,
1982, in Wilkes-Barne, Pennsylvania? was
Batman playing July 18th, 1984? how about
the 16th of October in 1991? how about 4/20/99?
and 4/16/07? 3/10/09?
04/
3/
09?
11/
5/
09?
yes, america, blame Aurora on
Christopher Nolan, just like you did
Marilyn Manson for
Eric & Dylan,
then walk away with your
NRA stickers &
your fist in the air
every time a drone kills another bunch of
people in Pakistan “accidentally.”
THEY ARE ALL JUST
“ISOLATED
INCIDENTS,”
RIGHT?
Still unemployed.
traveling to fill that void.
Steady pains, no reason to complain.
Everything is so clear.
This vision is so strange.
Leading my life, heart first.
Thanks to gods grace,
I dodged my ride in the big black hurst.
Twice.
Some say my life has become cursed.
I say," I'm living life to fullest!"
That no bull...
I've made some mistakes living life to the fullest.
Shattered dreams living life to the fullest.
Completed my summer scheme living life to the fullest.
Broke a few hearts living life to the fullest.
Now I feel like,
The rudest, cruelest,foolish,
most emotionally abusive,
ruthless, truth less, useless,
clearly clueless type of guy.
That will grind smile and shine.
His way through desperate times.
Striving to do the next "right thing"
Terrible things start happening,
when my brain and heart start battling.
Hearts start shattering.
I feel like this ship is sinking.
What was i thinking?
Soon enough I will be abandoned,
empty handed, stranded, tickets in hand.
Leaving from Camden,
heading north to Maryland,
then back to Jersey.
Mr., Mr., Loverman...
The Chipped Cup
She sings a lullaby sweet
Purchased on an impulse
On Camden Street
(A leap towards the hip?)
Now her bottom is stained
Reaping the harvest of
Coffee- Noir.
The fading blooms
A pastel shade of rue.
My chipped cup laments
A bygone era. Though the future
Is aromatic still- Jasmine and rose-hip brew.
Since the days of Francis Scott Key,
this city has changed significantly.
Still standing is the historical site of Ft. McHenry.
The fifteen star flag still hangs proudly.
While Key saw the rocket’s red glare,
and the bombs bursting in air,
there were no tall office buildings anywhere.
Oriole fans are as happy as a lark,
whenever their team wins at Camden Yards Park.
The National Aquarium is something to see.
It draws so many spectators annually.
This is where Poe wrote about “Lenore”,
and the raven repeatedly saying “nevermore”.
The NFL team carries the “Ravens” name.
They meet their opponents with a formidable game.
This is an historical city on Chesapeake Bay.
Why not stop and visit it someday?