Biography of Cambridge Keenan
Good day Poets, I am from London, Ontario... I have been writing stories, poems, songs and scripts since I was a wee girl...I did not really take those things seriously...except for my stories and scripts as I am a Family & Children's Entertainer / writer, director, performer...I sang in a chorus...I belly dance and waltz, etc...I am 59, female, single...I have become more serous about poetry recently, a blessing from a great friend, and published author. He has been most encouraging, loving and generous...ever a special man and a true treasure to my heart forever.
I am so grateful for this site, reading so many poems and learning so much more.
Cambridge Keenan's Works:
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Cambridge Keenan Poems
For All My Chidren
Perhaps if things were different, If I planned another life,
Beauty For Ashes
My Beloved, my every waking moment is filled with thoughts of you, I fall asleep in your arms, so content and filled with abundant love.
A Heart On Ice
My heart is as land locked as the Artic ocean, The brokeness of a lost love is the age of a new dawining A shift in the current of age and time, Major factors formed before the foundations of the world was set,
Come To Me Winter Grace
Come to me, my ever mindful, winter grace, I am wanton for you, Bring blizzards and buzzards for, I need your icy touch,
Kissed By God
Lord God, thou hast kissed me! !
Dear Gramma, Gramma can I come and stay? My mommy got hurt when she tried to play, A horsie threw her off its back,
Six years of angst, since you spew me out of your mouth, And how many more whereby you blew lies, naked to the wind of the world.
Riveting Ruckus, Wonder of the night, Darling by day, My True delight, Maestro of Words, Weaver of dreams, Pregnant with majesty, Birthing my screams.
It's Not Raining
'Hi there, it is cloudy here and raining', he said. 'What's it like where you are? ' he inquired. ' It is not raining was my reply, ' ' The earth is weeping I tried to explain, '
Dreamy, steamy, retro raunch encounters, Propositions with intentions superbly erotic, Conjoined pleasures sweltering in the heat, Bodies raging and rowdy with heavenly lust,
Riveting Ruckus, Wonder of the night, Darling by day, My True delight,
Maestro of Words, Weaver of dreams, Pregnant with majesty, Birthing my screams.
Riding it high, Gallant with speed, Pulsing and throbbing, Poured forth on bronze steed.
Sword in hand, You paving the path, At Thundering waters, You'll Toss your wrath.
A penny a thought, Two cents perhaps? Writing a storyOf time now gone lapse?