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Camille
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 at 200 mph) Imagine an F-5 tornado reaching across most of the Mississippi Gulf Coast...Add a 28 ft. tidal wave...

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Categories: camille, nature, weather,
Form: Haiku
Camille
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 churning sea
A thirty foot tidal wave
A thirty foot Tsunami
swallowing the land...

Sent to purge?
Sent to cleanse?
Sent to teach?
God only knows
God and...

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Categories: camille, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Personification
Camille
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 at 230 MPH 
Sumitted for: Black Eyed Susan's contest...

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Categories: camille, god, nature,
Form: Narrative

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Camille On Her Deathbed
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 her bouquet of red flowers that seem to float away from her...

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© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: camille, art
Form:
Camille
Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now...

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Categories: camille, angst, animals, caregiving, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Camille Desmoulins Fall of the Bastille
Camille Desmoulins was a poet at the time of the French Revolution,
his enthusiastic speeches were practically the trigger for
the inspiring Revolution of other revolutions ... he acted together
to his inseparable friend DANTON in l789:

Every revolution has its day,
every change has its time,
the eld leaves, it...

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Categories: camille, allusion, history, literature, metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry



Camille
Jealous of the land,
howling and screaming with rage
She came in the night...

***Mississippi Gulf Coast - August, 1969
Estimated wind speed: 200 MPH...

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Categories: camille, nature,
Form: Senryu
Camille Sitting On the Garden Bench
A girl so lovely 
She never knew my adoration and desire
Circumstance and shyness did deny me more
My young heart...

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© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: camille, love
Form: Free verse
That Camille Appeal
She will let you have it
The truth that is
She will do it with humor
When necessary
But do not get it twisted
Truth is her game
She does not mince words
She’ll say what needs to be said
So before you run for cover,
Listen to what she has to say
She will...

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Categories: camille, art, best friend, black
Form: Free verse
My Lost Camille
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 her bouquet
of red flowers that
seem to float away
from her...

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© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: camille, loss, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
Camille
Pigeon streets,
Meander through
An ancient town,
The summer heat
Brings them down.
Pay attention,
Watch them thrive,
Enough for all
To go around,
Addict town,
They rarely sing
Or spread their wings.

Oh Camille, soft and real,
who are you, what do you feel?...

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Categories: camille, society,
Form: Sonnet
Camille
I dress like her and listen to music I think she might like just so i don’t feel completely alone. 

She wasn’t even that kind. Or thoughtful. She was just hurt. And I like to think she would understand me. So I keep her in...

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Categories: camille, best friend, death of
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things