Short Camden Poems

Henry Taylor-Lamb of renown
in a group labelled Camden Town
Noted for his portraits unusual
elongated& so 'personel'...

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charm(ed) bracelets 
and bangles
and books on 
strange science
in fogs
of whatever
all sold 
by the locks

as sellers 
and cellars
with culture 
on counters
sell lifestyles 
as street food
and vinyl
as clocks....

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The Chipped Cup
She sings a lullaby sweet
Purchased on an impulse
On Camden Street
(A leap towards the hip?)

Now her bottom is stained
Reaping the harvest of
Coffee- Noir. 
The fading blooms  
A pastel shade of rue.
My chipped cup laments
A bygone era. Though the future
Is aromatic still- Jasmine and rose-hip brew....

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You were considered prolific with poetic verse.
The subjects you covered were quite diverse.
Who else would write about prostitutes and nudity?
With your quill pen over the years, you kept yourself busy.
A favorite son you became in Camden, New Jersey.
If I continued to write the way you did, what would happen to me?
Perhaps in the future, they will name a bridge after me!
...

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Called Dianetics
Back in nineteen fifty two
Xenu is now born ~¬!¬~

Science fiction dreams
Alive in the modern world
Followers arose ~¬!¬~

Ones declaration
That aliens are earths structure
Are now believed ~¬!¬~

Progression abounds
For in Camden, New Jersey
The lure of anew ~¬!¬~

Xenu, just a dream
Church of Scientology
Cult or religion? ~¬!¬~








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/religion-or-not.php...

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The dragonflies danced in the crisp Maine air
on a draft from the ocean deep.
Their delicate wings teased the breeze
high up on Mount Battie’s Peak.

Blue-black they flew like the night time sky,
as the mica flecked granite shone,
Seeking nectar sweet from blueberries bushes
and their small white flowers’ cones.

The silvered sea was surreally framed by
a multitude of human eyes;
Dotted with miniature sailing boats
A scene full of wonder and sighs....

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