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Barbara Cameron Poem
Sprawled across the track
it lay like some stranded whale,
the dead tree,
centuries old, finally fallen.
No more summer breeze or winter winds,
Just so much wood to be dismembered,
gross, dead, silent and rotten.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2009
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Barbara Cameron Poem
Appleby Fair
Don't go to Appleby fair
you'll be upset at what you see there,
young ponies in harness
driven hard up the road,
men ignorant of horses
and their welfare.
crowds at the riverside
watch plunging horse
being driven to exhaustion
by rough young boys.
Yearlings in harness
needing a rest - coloured
ponies put to the test,
"horse down" someone shouts
as pony in harness lies exhausted,
"don't cut my new traces" the big man says,
so they try to untangle the mare,
who would go to the horse fair
and seebullying and ignorance there.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2010
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Barbara Cameron Poem
mentally battered limp and torn,
stuffing ripped out - self esteem gone,
verbally punched my spirit is low,
I.ll stitch myself together and find a new home.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2009
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Barbara Cameron Poem
I feel lonely - abandoned
this solitude is hard to bear,
no one knows how I feel
my love for you is not returned!
every word you spoke - a knife
that bled my heart.
I thought we were in harmony
and now are miles apart.
You will not find a kinder heart
that beats for you and no one else,
I was yours and always would be
Ifyou had loved me half as much
as the love I had for you.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2011
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Barbara Cameron Poem
rubbish to some
I am an old lady and sorry to say
the powers that be are coming today
and bringing a skip to take my rubbish away.
i sit hear alone in my rubbish strewn house
my cat quite happy to catch the odd mouse
old dog Bess doesn't mind the mess,
papers are warm and keep out the cold.
My life all round meupset and strewn
the carpet stinks what a smell in the room
old books piled high and ornaments rare
expensive clothes lying on chairs,
no one comes near I'm sad to say
I try to wash and put things away
but I struggle with no one to help
the problem is I wont let them in.
I'm ashamed of the dirt and the mess I am In
so their coming today to take my treasures away
If they throw ME in the skip I wont mind a bit.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2009
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Barbara Cameron Poem
"what do you mean by that? " he said
in rather a threatening manner,
I blushed - my face turned red,
all the joy in the day was marred.
His anger changed my view of him
his witty turn of phrase now jarred,
his caustic comments left me cold,
all the joy in the day was marred.
Before I speak I'll think quite hard
and just stay in my own back yard,
curl up in a ball in the corner
for all the joys in all my days are marred,
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2009
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Barbara Cameron Poem
dear Lord save me from evil men
the bullet bait and snare,
save me from being caged
or confined for men to stare.
save me from the abattoir
or from the skinners knife,
and the plunging dagger
that would take away my life.
They takeaway my habitat
and hunt me when they can,
they destroy my offspring,
and take pleasure in the hunt.
and still they kill each other
with rocket bomb and shell,
send them retribution lord
and let them rot in hell.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2009
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Barbara Cameron Poem
Your no use to me I told you so
you irritate and annoy me
but where will you go?
your a nasty quarrelsome type
I know what you are
and I'm always right
and by the way
your sexless in bed
dont know whats going on
in your head!
I've shouted at you I know it's true
cant you see what you do to me,
just be quiet and dont be cold
and I might let you keep
that band of gold!.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2009
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future society looking bleak,
feral children on the street
their rioting and running wild
blame the parent not the child.
Scumbag parents - do they care?
feral children everywhere.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2011
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Barbara Cameron Poem
Don't take my happiness away
just when things are going my way,
Don't crush my spirit into the ground.
I'm really not happy when I'm with you,
you do your best to make me feel blue,
and are never pleased with what I do.
no laughter, love, cuddle or kiss,
can I stand much more of this!,
a loving look would be a treat.
you loved me once a long time ago,
least I thought you did - now I'm not sure,
I'm never on a pedestal, but bottom of the heap.
Copyright © Barbara Cameron | Year Posted 2009
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