Poem ME think outside the box by Lorna Cameron

M.E think outside the box

One minute I’m here
The next I am not
Cold as an ice cube
Thereafter I’m hot.

Floating above me.
Pain so severe
No one can see it
Disbelieving it’s real.

Noises get louder.
Can’t stand the light.
Body’s immobile.
Brain rigid with fright.

Can’t read a letter.
Can’t write a note.
Neurones exploding
It all sticks in your throat.

Thinking ‘bout something
Next second it’s gone
Frustrations are prominent
New brain cells are born.

Shaking and trembling.
Transforming your life.
Tears come in buckets.
Heart slashed with knives.

Psyche exhausted.
Wearied to the bone.
Dispose of the rubbish.
Find your way home!

How to recover?
If only you knew!
‘Explore and discover’
Walk in new shoes.

Compassion or judgement!
Which do you choose?
Empathetic in nature
Exemplary of course!

When you find love
Treasure it so dear
Admire it, respect it
There’s nothing to fear.

By Lorna Cameron

Poem No such word as can't by Lorna Cameron

No such word as can’t

If you can’t say it, write it
If you can’t defend it, fight it.
If you can’t feel it, try to
If you can’t conquer it, want to!

If you can’t see it, hear it
If you can’t listen, want to
If you want to feel it, touch it!
If you want to have it, try to.

Take time to see
Take time to be
Take time to listen
Look at you glisten!

‘I see it’ she says
‘Do you?’ He mutters
‘Can’t you?’ She enquires
‘Mine isn’t yours’ he whispers
Of course not… she smiles
‘What made you think…I thought that?’

Loving is easy
It’s life that’s a struggle
Make it easier on yourself
And those you love

The last layer
The biggest obstacle
The final answer
To the light of creation
And all that is real
Natural and true.

By Lorna Cameron

Poem Should we Simplify Love by Lorna Cameron

Should we Simplify Love

What is that heart-pounding thing?
That delicacy that makes us sing.
Some folks jump into the fiery ring
Oblivious of that incredulous sting!

Is love really about ourselves?
Are we afraid to be left on the shelf.
Isn’t love confusing?
And sometimes quite amusing

Can we simplify love?
Should it be as peaceful as a dove.
Is it possible to define it?
Should we even refine it?

What happens when love runs out?
Is cupid mad to scream and shout!
Could the answer be in loving oneself?
Are we the only ones on the shelf?

In posing these questions
I wanted to see.
Is there anyone out there who feels like me?
Isn’t LOVE what you want it to be!

By Lorna Cameron

Poem The Queen of Pandora by Lorna Cameron

The Queen of Pandora

The Queen of Pandora
Knew from birth
The road she would travel
And what she was worth.

The forest she travelled
Whilst on her way
Was frightful with shadows
Ghosts of yesterday.

Goblins and gremlins.
Dragons and bears.
Quicksand and marshes.
Monsters in pairs!

Bows with their arrows.
Ripping her clothes.
Spears in their dozens.
Tigers in rows!

The prince came to save her
As the spear hit her heart
He bathed her and soothed her
He gave her, his heart.

For that she was grateful
And for all that he is
Her quest had been fateful
But she still had her wish.

For sure he was close
Much closer than most.
But something was missing
She wasn’t quite glistening.

Her wish was within her
Though the form was not clear.
She imagined it happening
sometime this year.

Her head filled with writing
Her heart filled with song
Soulful melody’s inviting
Fulfilments not long.

By Lorna Cameron

Bespoke Frames for poetry/photos (G) by Lorna Cameron

Honest and true

To die and not know
To live and not grow.

The fears that we face
To get to that place.

The core of existence
Transcend the resistance.

Look to the light
Take rest with the night.

Eyes talk with sparkle
As spirits intact.

Listening to the wise ones
Whilst considering the facts.

Thoughts are more peaceful
Sleep is so restful.

Soul is much calmer
And body is warmer.

Could all go tomorrow
Consider that too.

Your heart you should follow
Be honest and true.

By Lorna Cameron

Poem Celebrate the dance by Lorna Cameron

Celebrate the dance

The nightingale who sings

Spreads her silken wings

Anticipates the flight

To soar with all her might

Will she celebrate the dance?

The robots now look small

So proud, the bird soars tall

Swooning and swaying

Dancing, then gliding.

As she celebrates the dance!

The unicorns appear

Free will is always near

Parading a glorious flight

Round moon and stars so bright

Will you celebrate the dance?

Inhale the forceful wind

With each breath, and positive mind

As their spirits become one

Their souls join in the fun

Come, celebrate the dance!

The fairy dust scatters

As the Emerald one gathers

A fanfare in the sky

It sparkles from their eye

As they celebrate the dance!

by Lorna Cameron

Poem Master Peace by Lorna Cameron

Master…Peace

God sculpted the rainbow, that day.

As I lay

Disenchanted

Disempowered

Disappointed

It beckoned me

From my feather down, where I lay

eye to the sky

And lit my solitary spirit

for almost a second.

Once again the master

makes good use of sun and rain.

Merging them for that glorious peace.

How does he know of my pain?

Producing this fine work of art!

Not only for my pleasure

At this time

But for all to see

Fundamental reminders, that

Love heals pain naturally.

The rainbow lights me from within

Although I cannot ingest it

It helps me retain faith

Continuous explorations

Of my depth of colour

Uniqueness

That harmonious balance

Miles from black or white

Who else could paint

A finer work of art?

Humbled to know

there is no price

To reflect the rainbow

Only a belief

An understanding

A smile

Perhaps a twinkle

A Willingness to progress, somehow

sculpting your own art

Concluding that the masterpiece; is the peace!

By Lorna Cameron

Poem Fairy and Goblin Dance by Lorna Cameron

Fairy and Goblin Dance

One night
with the fairies and goblins I met.
We danced in the rain
‘till our bones were all wet.

We sang and we ran…
….and laughed ‘till we split!
Sliding down toadstools!
Brimming with wit.
Spinning round rainbows
Wings made of silk.
Naughty goblins had drunk all the milk!

Thirsty for something
We stopped at the well.
What are your wishes?
Make my heart swell!

by Lorna Cameron

poem nothings impossible sea ~life mirror by Lorna Cameron

Expressions Sea~life mirror


~Unique Handmade mirror~

~with~

~handmade clay sea~life creatures~

Nothings Impossible

Looking at the reflection before me

Shape, form, contours,

Shades of yesterday

Of a face I’ve seen before, but what do I see?

Look into the eyes I hear

Deep, dark bottomless pools of mystery

Soul haunted by the terror of history.

Breaking free is always, so hard

Cut the cord! Feel it, own it, of course!

See what you really want to see!

Feel what you really want to feel!

Always be who you really want to be.

Mountains to climb and stars to touch.

Not imagining it’s ever too much

To see the light of day again

And the loving feeling, of being your own friend

Moving on to a more peaceful place

Avoiding the turbulent, manic, rat race

D.N.A filtering makes it all sing

Ultimately helping me do the right thing

So pride filled ego, I cast you away

To sabotage these things would make your day.

Fiery arrows, warriors spears

Casting away all those fears.

Fire south with the dragon!

To a red hot summer

Imagination, dedication

Motivation and faith

Determination, inspiration

With courage and love.

Hope intuitively sized, like a hand sewn silk glove.

Pregnant with ideas to create and explore

Plenty of signs we cannot ignore

Do you feel happy when on your own?

Believe in yourself, make it your home!

In the right environment, nothings impossible!

At the right time, nothings impossible!

With the right intention, nothings impossible!

By Lorna Cameron

Poem His Eyes by Lorna Cameron

His Eyes


His eyes

Dancing with the flight of the eagle
Yet so tender, so gentle.
But filled with a passion, unrivalled
A lust, unreserved.
A love, unmeasured.
So pure…and true Priceless today
in the humdrum of fast grab media love!

His eyes Swinging with the flight of the monkey
From tree to tree
Stronger that ten of the same size.
Mischievous.
But honest, his eyes
Never jaded; except from loss
Occasionally
but always Bright blue, with determination.

Alive are his eyes!
Quite rare today
In the shuteye, of the blind!
Comfort springs from the well of his positivity
Coiled round kindness.
A prince.
A soldier.
A man of distinction!

By Lorna Cameron

Poem La Vie En Rose by Lorna Cameron

La Vie En Rose

Velvet butterflies waltzing in the summer breeze
Kicking, dancing, flying with the falling leaves
The fresh crisp smell of autumn morning
Pungent, earthy
Awakening in its dawning.

Cherry blossom frills, Oak, cedar and willow.
Sparkle with fun
Feathers surround
Majestic with halo!
Sun and rain Painting the rainbow!
Magical unicorns play in the snow.

Waves crashing, frothing, bubbles popping
Mermaids race seahorses
Seashells for shopping!

Pirates with treasure drank too much rum!
Dancing and singing with mulberry and plum
Belly dancers surround the glow of the fire
Senoritas with passion and much to admire!

Rosy with me
Eyes full of glee!
All senses sing
To the breath of the sea…..

By Lorna Cameron

Poem Anger by Lorna Cameron

Anger


Thrashing and stropping

in bed all night long

Fists white with clenching

Something is wrong!

Bubbling and boiling

Who’s getting to you now?

Shouting and screaming!

Whilst raising your brow.

Tension and friction

Roaring like the lion

Fiery the kitchen!

Scorching like the iron.

Exploding with vigour!

Banging the drum

Meditation and yoga

Should calm it all down.

Calmer the notion.

Assertiveness prevails

Deal with the motion!

Stop hammering those nails!

Now when it’s over.

Exhausted by fear.

Rest to recover.

Calm waters are near….

By Lorna Cameron


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Robert Burns Scotland

Burns Night is coming on the 25th January.

To a Mouse

Oh, tiny timorous forlorn beast,
Oh why the panic in your breast ?
You need not dart away in haste
To some corn-rick
I'd never run and chase thee,
With murdering stick.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken nature's social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor earth-born companion,
And fellow mortal.

I do not doubt you have to thieve;
What then? Poor beastie you must live;
One ear of corn that's scarcely missed
Is small enough:
I'll share with you all this year's grist,
Without rebuff.

Thy wee bit housie too in ruin,
Its fragile walls the winds have strewn,
And you've nothing new to build a new one,
Of grasses green;
And bleak December winds ensuing,
Both cold and keen.

You saw the fields laid bare and waste,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cosy there beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash; the cruel ploughman crushed
Thy little cell.

Your wee bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Had cost thee many a weary nibble.
Now you're turned out for all thy trouble
Of house and home
To bear the winter's sleety drizzle,
And hoar frost cold.

But, mousie, thou art not alane,
In proving foresight may be in vain,
The best laid schemes of mice and men,
Go oft astray,
And leave us nought but grief and pain,
To rend our day.

Still thou art blessed, compared with me!
The present only touches thee,
But, oh, I backward cast my eye
On prospects drear,
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear.

Robert Burns

The Official Burns site