Cam Poems - Poems about Cam

Lord Cam Was Here. I had and spent a great time here. The end is not far away. I turned 65 in May of this year 2024. I am on my way out. Headinng up to heaven. I helped a lot of people. Many turned ungrateful. But it's all ok. I did it for Love. I was victimised and ostrasised at Times, Repaid...

Continue reading...

JAM CAM I’m sitting here still and aloof Held up in traffic of a morning We are all told to stay in lane And who are we to complain But cutting in without warning The blue light goes on the roof ...

Continue reading...

A tiny white kitty was born on a rainy day. His mommy hugged him, and I heard her say, "Your fur is as white as a cute baby lamb. I think a good name for you will be Cam." Cam lived in a home with three little boys. He was happy and had his own kitten toys. He slept in...

Continue reading...

This was a very personal poem for me. For 3 years I've been dreaming, Of different time periods Ancient Rome, King Arthur, Leonardo Di Vinci, 1800 West and Pearl Harbor. The only, Constant is Her, Cam. Dreams, no I think they are past lives. That's how I am going to identify them. Knowing the past will always, Bring us to the future. True most...

Continue reading...

Dreams are thoughts in our head, That invade our nights creating stories. These places we've been unable to, Remember causes our bodies to, Protect us from those memories. Those memories can be good or bad, Yet can predict our futures or remind, Us of the past. I see this woman in my dreams, She's always in the past. She's unlike anyone I have ever known. She's...

Continue reading...

fee- foo she wanna groove give her space so she can move caught the beat cause the beat is funky drop down like ah funky monkey study bouis to pass yo' test caught the groove when the beat is fresh dance a little shang ah ling come on baby won't you do yo' thang skop woop dee- dah dough nappy headed afro stringy hair kinky too gelled back and plaited-up crew getting it in cause ya...

Continue reading...

I came to take you with me Away from shame, away jealousy; I’m your life and shadow too Come out of your standing grave—it is earthy. Fairly, I’ve come this way, only for you Following the breeze, before the advent of dew; Is it your woo, neither band nor song Or is it your love or virtue? For without you, my sore widened...

Continue reading...

Sam Cam what did you do? Baked cakes on the telly Made the tea (once) At election time Tell us your husband was great Made sure you wore designer clothes On every date Fronted up a business so Your husband could tell us the Economy had not laid waste You never spoke (bit like ‘Princess Kate’) Never cared About those who are struggling...

Continue reading...