Best Cameron Poems
We suggest a v-gina's for sex
And hope the owner expects
To take a licking
And keep on ticking
Over and over like a Timex
James Cameron made it big with Avatar
Again and again he raised the bar
The film was tremendously beautiful
But the plot was unoriginal
But of course who could forget Titanic?
Lenny plus heartbreak equals a classic!
I've seen the ending, but that's not the point
My girl swears that it won't disappoint
Like or smite, have to admit you crave more
Jimmy's is where it's at whether you're
A fan of trees that store mem'ries aglow
Or Leonardo DiCaprio
Dougal Cameron 1900s
by Don Johnson
Brisbane..Australia.
Old Dougal Cameron was the man,
the cruel red desert country crossed.
Drove cattle cross the trackless plains,
out where Burke and Wills were lost.
He'd travel o'er a hundred mile ,
with bawling cattle parched with thirst.
He'd find em water bushman style,
though dry creek beds made him curse.
Little crippled Murray's' loved him best
he'd find em on a water hole.
Lost they'd perish nature's test,
yes old Dougal's heart was gold.
Fed on sugared damper with a grin,
and a drop of billy tea.
Dougal cared enough to take em with him,
got them homes with friends he'd see.
Rodger Beadmore came with Dougal,
till they found the Bollon road.
Was there adopted by old Beadmore,
and a swapped horse Dougal rode.
Many children lost to perish,
owe their lives to Dougal's care.
Many of these Boori's cherish,
one old drover who was there
Cameron's corner is in the center of Australia...Dougal had a station(ranch) Camlet west
of Bollon...Dougal found lost children and brought them with him hundreds of miles .
He used pack horses and these small children rode in the Pack saddles.
Maud Billy was one child Paddy Mellon and Roger Beadmore are some of the many names ...
David Cameron’s should stand down for his deputy to take over
He makes and validates the tax laws,
What about his character and moral fibre?
Orville C. Cameron
1889-1914
Oh, such larks indeed.
Over at the State School pond,
Way back in the tuft of Eucalyptus shade,
We swam, we yelled, and we laughed.
We, the gang from lower Painter Street,
We, the tough boys with fists of brass!
We heckled, we jumped and we cursed,
The big boys from upper Newlin Street,
Those cowards with flowers for fists.
Ha! They thought we couldn’t stand.
They thought we would run and hide,
Here in this Dorland bone yard.
But we stood our ground that day,
That donnybrook day in 1905,
Way back, way back in the tuft of cypress shade,
Over by County Road and Hadley Street.
We boys, the tough boys, with kicks of iron!
Stabs of steel!
Our finest moment while alive,
My finest memory while dead.
So, how did I die you ask?
Sorry, but no response from me.
Just ask the Big Boys from upper Newlin Street,
Those cowards with flowers for fists.
David Cameron’s been avoiding tax
He’d better pay back,
How’s he gonna make tax laws?
David Cameron and The Middle Class Lass
She was ‘ordinary’, ‘middle class’ a ‘one of us’ kind of lass
Or at least that’s how she was presented through the rose tinted glass
And the message that was there was hope for us all
That we too could go to the ball
And we watched and watched and waited and waited
And she even earned the nick-name ‘Waitie Katie’
But somehow despite this perfect vision
We weren’t allowed to hear
Because when she spoke it was loud and clear
That this middle class lass
The one we had only spied through the rose tinted glass
Was nothing of the sort
(And thinking for oneself is something that we are no longer taught)
Then the lone voice of Hilary Mantel spoke
And it seemed like the window was about to be broke
But her saviour, Mr Cameron, did not wait
Or hesitate
He knew just what to do to preserve the myth
He simply called her Princess Kate.
>Today Tuesday, 12 July 2016 a historic event took place, the Prime Minister. Rt Hon Mr D Cameron MP PM said he was standing down without any election of another leader of the Conservative party. And as that party is the ruling party in government that person would automatically become our next Prime Minister.
Well if they can have a new Prime Minister. I can have new poem, can’t I?
And here it is. I did post it on the BBC News page as well.
Thank you Mister Cameron.
Thank you Mister Cameron for what you have done for the country enjoy your semi-retirement, as I gather you are not old enough for an old age pension ! I see you have a successor already.
And I have a poem statement.
We do live in a topsy-turvy land.
And at the top, it's not so grand.
I mean the people voted to get out.
Of the EU there is no doubt.
Now who is at the top. As the PM?
A woman who voted to stay in.
And now I don't know what she will do.
Perhaps she will fight for me and you.
I will watch close as all will do.
And not comment until she do.
Leave that blinking club EU its true.
Sorry if this offends you.
It really was not meant to do.
Is just a poem cannot hurt you.
Not like the laws from the EU that do.
(The mad author)<
Form:
i know these
sleepless nights
would be
easier
if i could only
wrap myself around you.
if i could burrow
into that precious cavity
underneath your ribs
that bleeds only for me
i know that my
frenetic mind
could settle,
if only for a few
hours.
if i could roll over
and pull your arms
tight around my middle
and feel the indomitable
weight of you
at my back
i know that these
butterflies --
acrobats, anarchic artists,
apathetic mutineers causing
ruckus simply because
they can --
will settle into
warm fields of
soft pink wildflowers
and fresh mountain breezes
that pull me into
a sleep
so familiar and deep
that i am suddenly
home.
if i could entwine
our legs beneath
shared sheets
and blankets fortified
in every stitch
with the encouragement
and support
our love
is built upon
i know that
my soul
would be grounded
and my feet would
no longer ache
from the relentless urge
to run away
and live in broken solitude.
if i could lay my head down
on this pillow
right next to yours
and hear the bespoke lullaby
God plays
in your breathing
i know that my lungs
and heart
and eyes
would fill close to
spilling over
with air
and joy
and tears
and replace
the expanse of
emptiness that threatens
to take over me
daily.
and if i could
wake
in the morning
with you at my side
and your hands
warm on my waist
i know that
the day
would not feel as
wildly daunting
because anything
that halts my mind
and makes my
breathing shift into something
unbearably heavy
can be faced with images
of you
sleepy in my arms
with your eyes half lidded
and your mouth
tugged up in an idle grin
because you got to
wake up next to
me.
Loud fluttering sounds, adorn the cameron skies
Butterflies,heavens light shelterd us
Timeless petals lay on our jasmine pillows of grace
I love thee, kiss my lips
There are two angels, one of the sight, cradled lull
Lightness tenderly the voice of your gentle soul , I am she
I shall feel this with cherubs laughter, each angels sleeve
Tenderly you carry the rose to my breathe
Beneath, all rafters, I seek thee
With scented candles dancing , celeste teas
We shall kiss my winged one,Watching rippling of tides estuarine
With many woven dreams, I miss thee
"what is love?"Asked my young brother
"well, thats a good question...If it is real, it is what you live for"
"whoa!" he says, "Where can I find love?"
"Deep in your heart." I say
"How?" he inquires
"When the time is right, you just fall in love, I guess..."
"Does falling hurt?" he innocently asks
"No, Of course not. getting back up, that's a different story"
Cameron LaTerre
Form:
Hey Dave what's it like to quit
Go home and tell your family you no longer give a ****
Heard your speech this morning tears in your voice
Bet you regret your election campaign when you promised us the choice
It didn't go the way you thought so your standing down from power
There's plenty of jobs out there for you most are zero hour
Sick to death of your speeches about austerity and cuts
When it's your turn for a challenge you've proved you've got no guts
Enjoy your big fat pension watch your waist don't get too large
We've got some funny speeches to look forward to with boris and farage
I wrote this for the children of my friend Wendy and her husband. They both died this past week from Covid 19. They both had chosen not to get the vaccine which is unfortunate. They died three days apart, she was 50 and he was 60. How many more loved ones will we have to watch die before social media stops with the lies and people start listening to their doctors. Please people get your vaccine and spare your children this heartache.
Dear Katie and Cameron
Another sunset has come and gone
My heart laments from dusk till dawn
With the sunrise I’ll kneel and pray
For strength and faith to guide your way
May God’s light shine down on you
And give you peace in all you do
I know their death was premature
But with each other you will endure
Live your life and make them proud
They’ll see you both in any crowd
Just keep in mind as they depart
They both will dwell within your heart
Don’t say goodbye, it’s not the end
They’re up with God, family and friends
You’ll see them again so have no fear
Your Mom and Dad still love you dear
Show us y steel Mr Cameron
as the workers lay down their tools
and the knowledge of such,doesn't mean much
to Cameron an his Tory fools
So show us y steel Mr Cameron
as you steal the food from the mouths
of the children of England ,these great British isles
they're starving ,downtrodden, despondent and sodden
their futures being killed by your lies
Show us some steel Mr Cameron
Your using enough for your guns
and while our kids are killing each other
yours are safely locked up with their mums
We'll show you some steel Mr Cameron
when the people of Britain rise up
from the streets and the prisons,the estates an the slums
we're gonna do right,gotta stand up and fight
and take England back from you and your chums
So have a taste of our steel Mr Cameron
as you and your cronies are split
from ear to ear,you wanna feel fear
cause we've had enough of your ****
John Cameron Fogerty
gave us music of quality
with that phenomenal sound
CCR did abound