Best Camille Poems

Howling, shrieking winds
thirty foot tsunami
swallowing the land...

Hurricane Camille
Biloxi/Gulfport/Bay St. Louis, MS
August 17-18, 1969
Deaths: 259
Tidal Surge: 28 ft.
Est. Wind speed: 225+MPH (The wind instruments were destroyed...

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She was out there
out there in the dark
A brooding monster
deciding where to attack
Her fuel and her ammo:
Waters, warm Gulf waters

She attacked...
Howling, shrieking winds
Thirty feet of...

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She was out there in the dark
A brooding, angry monster
She attacked, screaming in fury
Wind gauges flattened and futile
She came to purge, to cleanse...

*Wind speed estimated...

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Her diminished and shading features 
As if shrouded within a cocoon or now masked
Graduations of colour that death was successively imposing on her motionless features
Dimming...

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Monet


Come with me, let us rekindle love –
walk with me over bridges aglow
while rivers magically glisten below.
If you hold my hand, 
perhaps, we might spy...

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NEIGHBOR’S TREE

Eye-catching in all seasons
They say talking to flowers helps them bloom resplendent
Yes    resplendent   that’s our neighbor’s tree
Perfectly shaped
So large...

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One little sidestep off the beaten track, 
Is a colorful garden of dazzling shades,
With blood red geraniums of scintillating hue
Interspersed by those of white and...

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He was coming.
He was coming fast.
He was coming to pay us a visit.
A brooding, lethal monster 30 miles out.
He was coming straight at us
and nothing...

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Not a god, rather a goddess
brooding in the dark, 30 miles out
a lethal, murderous monster
deciding where to attack
and oh yes, did she attack
howling in fury,...

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Emotional tension fills the air...
 Lights and laughter everywhere

 A fiesta audience waits eagerly for a night of passion.

 The dance of Spain and a...

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I nestled her… dear January child
My arms her manger on a night beguiled.
Those pink fingers twitching to feel new dawn
As long hours of labor seemed...

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I am from

I am from my mom’s jean jacket with leather lining, from levi’s and converse. 
I am from the cracked blue painted walls and...

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PUNK FLOYD
So here you come, our back's against THE WALL,
and UMMAGUMMA,  you're the worst we've seen,
you'll  MEDDLE in our lives, that says it...

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Hark there kind sir, what brings you here?
A message for my lady, from Sir Lyle Gere
He penned these lines, for her gentle ear
Would you have...

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They met a few years ago
On a Texas Hold'em site
Cautious to exchange info

Wanted a few hours of fun
Play cards, laughter and flirting
Profiles had lives of...

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