Jeffrey McCambridge Poems

We dance with the rhythm
Of leaves and grass
Wind in the trees
And lakes of grass.
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I am the
Half-way point
Between yes and no
Your green light
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We wear black to remember
A day we rather forget;
We lost one of our own
The unsuspecting target.
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Who is this that
Holds the pen, giving shape
To words, and color to sound?
I have seen him before,
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I

He sits upon his thrown
Free of metaphor and myth
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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
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No one in the world
Be quite like you
With honeysuckle eyes
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Some will tell you
That love is blind,
It is a shame so many
Would be so kind.
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Clouds of apprehension and
oppression blot out the sun.
The world is made a colder place
by her absence as scattered beams
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The pen diverts my pain,
Softening it like meadows
Bringing seven ounces of sunlight
To the consuming darkness.
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