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Moira Cameron Poem
There was a time in Scotland when
Three hundred years before,
The English laws sought to condemn
The Scots for what they wore.
The sporran, kilt and tartan shawl,
One each for every clan,
Steeped in tradition, symbols all -
The culture of a land.
The laws unleashed by English King
They Scottish rights denied
Intent upon dismantling
Their power and their pride.
"For national security" -
A lie to justify
Oppression and state bigotry,
To which most do comply.
The past is past, you well might say,
Now Scots their colours don -
But now new laws proposed today
Cast doubt on freedoms won.
That same old lie, "Security"
Has stirred up hate and fear
Towards Muslims in our country
Now marked for what they wear.
In all this time, what have we learned?
Are we condemned to see
The same old fear and hate return
For all of history?
October 15, 2015
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Moira Cameron Poem
Hateful words ring out, attacking,
Full of malice, piggybacking
On the wings of dire dogma that is narrow to the core.
And the people who are screeching
To the heavens, say their preaching
Is protected and reflected in the nation's guarantor:
'Free Speech'.
Words of hate are links of chains
That bind and burden freedom's gains;
Wrapped around a people's progress, dragging them into the mire.
Stunted in the mud encumbered,
Mankind's days are surely numbered;
Lest he can but break the bondage: to true liberty aspire -
FREE Speech!
Free all words from racist bent
To free ourselves from impairment.
For speech that is most truly free
Emancipates society.
February 29, 2016
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Moira Cameron Poem
A tale I'll tell in happy rhyme
Of Old town geezer, Uncle Buck,
His ugly mutt, well past its prime,
And of his ugly, rusty truck.
The people of the town, in jest,
And seeking winter blues to ban,
Devised a bold and fun contest -
A uniquely entertaining plan.
'Whosoever claims he owns
The most unsightly dog and truck
Will have the right to claim the throne'
A worthy prize, thought Uncle Buck.
A fair was held in early spring
On downtown lake of frozen ice
Where men from near and far did bring
Their trucks and canids to the site.
A parade ensued of vision foul
Each sight more awful to behold.
But when they saw Old Buck's they howled
'That is the ugliest one all told! '
And so, the challenge it was won -
Of all contestants, Uncle Buck
Would prove he could not be outdone
He owned the ugliest dog and truck.
July 13, 2015
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Moira Cameron Poem
Felis Maximus -
Oh so male with fiery fur,
And sometimes with a matching temper,
You show cuteness that deceives
Those humankind who fail to please.
For one misguided fool who dares
Invade your realm unawares
Will likely meet with warning hiss,
And not some softly planted kiss -
A hiss indeed, and sharpened claws
Delivered by two well aimed paws.
But if, perchance, your trust is won,
The truest friendship has begun.
We few are blessed, who have your trust,
And love you, Felis Maximus.
June 2015
For my friends' cat
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Sadness Looming, darkness brewing,
Spirit heaviness ensuing
In preparation, anticipation
Of my annual day of mourning.
Time may pass but memories last
And though the gathering years go fast,
Still I hear you; still I see you;
Towards you still my thoughts are cast.
I miss you so, and even though
You are not here, and on I go
There'll always be a part of me
That keeps you near and holds you close.
July 31, 2015
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I read the words you've posted on my screen;
I lurk inside the Ethernet unseen;
A token touch - all hesitant and new:
My thoughts are reaching out from me to you.
A digital discovery is formed.
Two lonely lives, a linking now performed.
It isn't much - but smallest steps can do
Most wondrous things if we believe it true.
I do believe, and so open my heart;
Put it on line, as online each impart
Ideas with such soft sentimental words
That touch the core, strike harmonizing chords.
But how I dream - a craving clawing clutch -
To truly feel the realness of his touch!
February 27, 2016
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Moira Cameron Poem
A river dividing two disparate lands,
Perspectives so contrasting, separate they stand:
A physical land, full of logic and sense,
And one metaphysically deep and intense.
The domain of one, with logic infused,
Acknowledges facts scientifically proved.
The world thus supported is solid and sure
Enriching, evolving a knowledge most pure.
The thrill and excitement in life there is found
By knowing and seeing the patterns around
And fitting them into a construct ideal
Distinguishing all that is not and is real.
The other domain, of a mystical bent,
Extols the abstract as its highest intent.
A more philosophical view of the world
Ensures that the mind is unfettered, unfurled.
Thus freed, the emotions and spirit can range,
Imagining concepts most vibrant and strange
Excitement is born from the boundless belief
Existence is wondrous in Magic's fair fief.
The people who live in these lands so distinct
Are often unable to see how they're linked,
So rooted are their antithetical views
They scorn one another, their notions eschew.
But twining and winding the great river flows
Unmindfully carving its route as it goes,
Eroding the banks just a little each day,
Transporting a part of each realm away.
True wisdom is carried in currents downstream -
The best of both worlds: of science, of dream -
Where magic and logic can both coincide
And joyful existence from both is supplied.
August 2015
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Fragile is the border between two competing loves -
The one avowing friendship and the one consisting of
A passion deep, abiding, filled with longing for a dream
Which sadly is one-sided; or so that it would seem.
The offer of a friendship in replace of love repressed
Is at first a consolation, meant to ease a heart depressed.
But a friendship's only pure if the border is maintained;
If platonic love thus offered is not by the other stained.
Two types of love entangled must in one outcome result -
In the compromise of boundaries, making trusting difficult.
To keep a friendship healthy, filled with trust and joy also,
Honour both the love and border - let one be, the other grow!
February 2016
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An aged lady, sitting resplendent
Adorned in shades of lilac, elegant
And poised portrait divine! Transcendent!
A women walks with bended arm that holds
A draping robe of regal reds and golds -
Her body's motions flowing in the folds.
A youthful form of psychedelic hues,
Mosaic blends of oranges and blues
On fabric splashed; on skin, tinted tattoos.
These colours multifarious, sublime,
With which we decorate ourselves outshine
Whatever other colours us define.
February 2016
For World Women of Colour Day
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Moira Cameron Poem
There once was a person poetical
Whose writing was quite theoretical.
With words so abstract
They were sure to attract
A following of friends hypothetical.
March 2016
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