Bill Kamen Poems

Strapped to a chair,
Trapped by my own mind,
Looking at the open entryway
With demons dancing in my head
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It was a warm summer night in LA, August '69,
A single night of infamy and psychic darkness for mankind.
Sharon Tate was close to fulfilling her empty outcries,
when the night burned its cloak in the sunrise.
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All alone in the darkness, feeling empty
where the land meets the sea.
I look back on a memory
of that summer place
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Killin' time, sipping' whiskey
sittin' at a bar on the boardwalk by the sea
the jukebox keeps on playin' the image of love
and it takes me back to when I first saw you
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In the distance, by the lake's edge,
beneath the day's twilight, the water
echoes a calm feeling.
The cob and his pen float in rhythm,
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The seabirds circle above the darkened water,
beholding the water's repelling betrayal.
The flightless penguins without sweaters
struggle for survival,
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The oasis held their cravings,
escaping from the clamor and bustle
of the heartless reality.
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Standing in silence,
where land meets the sea,
I have come to talk to you again,
with unspoken words of love,
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Waiting, longing for love, slowed time.
Quietly sitting dormant like a volcano,
the slow pace of time tormented my soul.
I failed to see the signs appearing before my eyes.
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A virtuous love she once had,
Lost, like footprints in a changing tide,
on an avenue of conflicting emotions,
reflecting the vulnerability of her heart.
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