Jeffrey McCambridge was born in Grand Rapids Michigan at 3: 30 in the morning as stars shot overhead, and has since then been on a quest to find the greatest light known to man through poetry and words. more »
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Jeffrey McCambridge Poems
Dance of Dreams
We dance with the rhythm Of leaves and grass Wind in the trees And lakes of grass.
We wear black to remember A day we rather forget; We lost one of our own The unsuspecting target.
I He sits upon his thrown Free of metaphor and myth
Now i'm afraid my dear The end of the party is near And It is time for the guests To depart to with the rest
Who is this that Holds the pen, giving shape To words, and color to sound? I have seen him before,
Los Flores de la Luna
No one in the world Be quite like you With honeysuckle eyes
Door of no Return
I stare at the door of no return Leading to the path of Free Fred Steel pulsing through my veins
MUSINGS ON FREE FRED
Welcome to the tragedy Between broken dreams And bottles of lightning Broken children and screams
I AM MY DEEN
I am the Half-way point Between yes and no Your green light
The Magic of Numbers (Ten Fingers)
What type of magic Is there in the names We give numbers?
In Loving Memory (Sean Bell)
When the sky matches the day And things seem to be in balance Because the heavens are a dark gray Our hearts are weighted down
Los Bebos Anaranjados
The wheels have been stopped And the machinery no longer works Like it once had, in the days of gold, Long since gone by.
Lilies in the Field
The ink is long since dry And the pens are all gone The eyes have stopped looking It’s been written so long.
Blossoms of Heaven
I tread ashes and amber flowers Lilly hills, and melancholy truths As the ritual of my legs Is preformed with fatal accuracy
Comments about Jeffrey McCambridge
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Dance of Dreams
We dance with the rhythm
Of leaves and grass
Wind in the trees
And lakes of grass.
Flow like the breeze
On a cool summers day
Tall like mountains
Deep like the valley.
Now that I’ve found it
Together we dance
Through the trees, greens
And mounds of ants;
Until the day
The wind blows you away
Or the rivers flow
Takes you out to sea;
In another world
How perfect it would seem
In more than my dream.