John Cameron Fogerty
gave us music of quality
with that phenomenal sound
CCR did abound
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
The air, warm, unmoved, clings to our bodies
Like an old, familiar blanket.
From the west, the light,
A warm amber brew, pours down
And is strained through the leaves of the nearby gums
It fills the veranda and spills through the shuttered windows
In a gentle rippling stream,
To settle thickly on the timber floor.
A lone cicada breaks the stillness
In the drawing room
We sit and chat,
She and I and tea
Passing pleasantries with the milk and sugar.
She rests, motionless, amongst the ornaments
Reflecting the soft glow of late afternoon
An image of her mother’s mother, sepia gold,
Smiling from the sideboard
Fifty years, trapped by the glass
Fifty years cornered by a silver square.
Alive once more, she sits before me
Talking of Mossvale and Mulberries.
Beyond the window, the air,
Dusty with the incense of dry bark,
Hangs lifeless from the branches of the gums,
Where a solitary cicada sings to the setting sun.
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.
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
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?
David Cameron’s been avoiding tax
He’d better pay back,
How’s he gonna make tax laws?
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 ****
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.
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
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