| QUOTE (Camac @ 22-Apr-2008, 09:14 AM) |
| I was saying to some of our fellowship that I was going to take a break from writing poetry but I find myself unable to put the pen down can't bide an idle brain. Camac. |
I thought so...
LOA
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| Posted by: Camac 21-Apr-2008, 04:32 PM |
| Many times did I love But no one like you None as deep None as true It ended one day For we drifted apart Each to go separate Two broken Hearts Each in our hurt Lashed out to cause pain Widening the gap Never touching again And now as life closes I dream of those days The long loving nights The laughter the tears The birth of our Daughters The pleasures, the fears, The sadness of partings The joy of returning The warmth of your touch The Love ever burning "Tis memories now As the sands trickle down The hourglass nigh empty And the dreams start to fade I loved you then And Love you I do No other so deep No other so True. |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 21-Apr-2008, 05:20 PM |
| Camac, I wish I could be near you and strong enough and give you a hug so big (without cracking your ribs of course) that it could take away the sorrow in your heart. But I know some deep wounds just can't heal no matter what. And on the spur of the moment things happens and sadly realize it when too late. Thank you for sharing that beautiful poem of deep love and sorrow. LOA |
| Posted by: Camac 21-Apr-2008, 05:39 PM |
| My lady of Avalon; Thank you for the heartfelt response. It has been 25 years this month that my marriage ended. Neither one of us got a divorce, maybe we should have because the pain would not have lasted this long. It is strange but we have both tried to move on and had other partners but it never seems to last. Thank you again. Camac. |
| Posted by: John Clements 22-Apr-2008, 06:35 AM | ||
Dear Camac, divorce is certainly something not to be made light of, but if you do ever get one, (I’ll marry you myself). Just kidding of course, but not about the poem, it’s both said and lovely rolled into one. Thanks, JC |
| Posted by: Camac 22-Apr-2008, 07:14 AM |
| JC. Thanks for the offer. Next time around if I'm recycled as a woman I'll take you up on it. I was saying to some of our fellowship that I was going to take a break from writing poetry but I find myself unable to put the pen down can't bide an idle brain. Camac. |
| Posted by: valpal 59 22-Apr-2008, 07:20 AM |
| That was so beautiful. Thank-you for sharing it with us. |
| Posted by: UlsterScotNutt 22-Apr-2008, 09:32 AM |
| dang, such a longtime to have longings. Thx Camac again for sharing |
| Posted by: Rindy 22-Apr-2008, 12:39 PM |
| Thanks for sharing this poem. You can tell it is from the heart. Slainte |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 22-Apr-2008, 05:51 PM | ||
I thought so... LOA |
| Posted by: Camac 23-Apr-2008, 10:00 AM |
| LOA; I was talking to my Aunt and it seems she has kept some of my poems from back when. Also my oldest Paula says she thinks she has some. If both are correct I will see what they have and if any good will post them. Some are from back in the 60s' and 70s' Camac. |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 23-Apr-2008, 08:02 PM |
| Camac, I think I've awakened something that was sleeping eh! And that's great you know. I think when sorrow or loneliness or happiness, any mood for that matter, need to be express somehow there is nothing better than putting it into words. I do so just for the release of physical pain mostly. But for somebody else it could be freedom of speach or for you it's the longing of your beloved birth country. Well I'm off to bed now for I have two hard days work ahead waiting for me. Can't wait to hear more from you.Thanks,LOA |
| Posted by: Camac 24-Apr-2008, 01:23 PM |
| LOA After considerable inner debate I have decided to take a hiatus from writing poetry and concentrate on writing a History of my family at the request of a cousin in Scotland. I will offer the occasional poem now and then but the history will have priority as she is compiling the same from her side. I have promised to have most of it completed by the beginning of August. Fear not Dear Lady I will not let my number one fan down. Camac.  |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 24-Apr-2008, 06:00 PM |
| Hi Camac, What an interesting endeavor.I am sure it'll be quite the challenge for you to write the history of your family. LOA |
| Posted by: Camac 27-Apr-2008, 08:34 AM |
| LOA; I wrote this in Oct. 70 a few days after my oldest was born. Thought it had been lost but it seems my ex kept it and some others gave them to Paula and Shannon. Paula Hello little one With the deep blue eyes Scrunched up face And tiny nose. You lay there before me All bundled in pink A stealer of Hearts A Rascal I think. I stand there looking All proud and aglow That's my daughter I boast so others will know You lay there and take it All in with a grin I've hooked him now I'll just reel him in He'll struggle and fight But he knows he has lost When it comes to his Heart I'll be the Boss. A front he'll put up All stern and abrupt But I'll just smile a smile And laugh when he jumps. Well little one I just read your mind I'm on to you now and I know your kind. Your Father I am And always will be So be done with your tricks They won't work on me. Camac. |
| Posted by: UlsterScotNutt 28-Apr-2008, 01:08 PM |
So who was forewarned and forearmed here, daughter or dad!!??!!  |
| Posted by: Camac 28-Apr-2008, 01:30 PM |
| USN ; I'll put it this way she has been walking around for 37 years with a piece of my heart clutched tightly in her hand. Camac.   |
| Posted by: John Clements 28-Apr-2008, 02:14 PM | ||
Sorry Camac, but there are some tricks that Dads fall for all the time, and daughters are one of them. Believe me I know. Good stuff as usual, JC |
| Posted by: Camac 28-Apr-2008, 03:00 PM |
| JC Me to> I have two of them one 37 thother 32 and believe me its a miracle that I still have some heart left to pump blood. They are definately Caridiac Thieves. Camac. |
| Posted by: John Clements 28-Apr-2008, 05:57 PM | ||
Camac, talking about daughters, check out something I wrote called: I’m Gonna Miss You When I’m Gone, (that’s if you haven’t seen it already)? It’s posted over on page 2 of Celtic Hearts, if you interested. Does anyone remember what this thread is about? Later JC |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 28-Apr-2008, 06:19 PM | ||
Hi Camac, Sorry I just read your poem today, been sick again. Don't know what's going on with me lately. It's rough. I must say you have a big heart and you are a family man there is no doubt about it. It looks to me that Daddy wanted to be tough but little darling had him all wrap up around her little finger and the story continues as I see it. Well that's the secret love between daughters and fathers I guess. That's call the female wiles. They must be charmers those two specially with Daddy. You must be a very proud man. Altough I don't have kids, I do have what I call little friends here and one of them is a little chipmunk (Picolo) that's been living with us for 7 years now. And I wrote a piece about him. My friend Picolo What a little devil he is Busy like a million bees All day on the go That small creature From God's own nature Always bring a smile on my face He knows my home is his place He looks at me with his face full of dirt That gives him an air like a smirk In summer he keeps me company He likes it when I tickle his belly What a wonder for this tiny fellow Who give me his complete trust Could be gone in dust And I would grieve so for my friend Picolo. That little devil can do as he likes around here. he comes in my house for peanuts and he just sits there waiting for me. Not even afraid of me. He's quite a fellow. Maybe you'll ask how come I know it's him? He has a scar on the side of his head and the fur on his back has grey in it.  LOA |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 28-Apr-2008, 07:19 PM | ||||
Hi John, I've read your poem about your daughter and I must say it is quite touching. Sometimes as kids we do and say things to our parents without any knowledge of consequences until we get to adulthood. Or sometimes too proud to admit it. So that's when the ultimate "sacrifice" happens. As for remembering what this thread is all about. Well I would say it's about poems. Anyone who wants to posts a new poem can do so I guess. It's been a while since I've read something from you. Although you crack good arguments in the "politics" thread I think you're better in poems sir. LOA |
| Posted by: Camac 29-Apr-2008, 07:00 AM |
| Camac. [/QUOTE] Camac, talking about daughters, check out something I wrote called: I’m Gonna Miss You When I’m Gone, (that’s if you haven’t seen it already)? It’s posted over on page 2 of Celtic Hearts, if you interested. Does anyone remember what this thread is about? Later JC JC. I read your poem/song and I can relate to it. Never had any problems with the oldest but my young one use to drive me to tears at times. Camac. |
| Posted by: Camac 29-Apr-2008, 07:06 AM |
| LOA; I read about Picolo. Its good. I always thought chipmonks were cute little guys. Camac. PS. I finished Culloden. Let me know what you think. |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 30-Apr-2008, 05:27 PM |
| Hi Camac, I reread Culloden and I do prefer this modify end because it depict more what the initial cause was all about The Land of Scots being Free from English power. And you know I think if all those great warriors who gave their lives then would see that Scotland is on it's way to freedom today what do you think they would have to say about it? LOA |
| Posted by: Leelee 30-Apr-2008, 08:48 PM |
| Ye are truely a talented lad, Camac...ye brought tears to my eyes. Ye know how to write from the heart & it is to let it out. |
| Posted by: Camac 02-May-2008, 07:14 AM | ||
My Lady of Avalon; I think all of them would be drunk with pleasure but also a bit disappointed as it will be a peaceful process and they ",woudnae be allowed tae bash the Bluidy English". Camac. |
| Posted by: Patch 05-May-2008, 08:31 AM |
| I used to think that growing old was reckoned just in years, But who can name the very date when weariness appears? I find no stated time when man, obedient to a law, Must settle in an easy chair and from the world withdraw. Old Age is rather curious, or so it seems to me. I know old men at forty and young men at seventy-three. I'm done with counting life by years or temples turning gray. No man is old who wakes with joy to greet another day. What if the body cannot dance with youth's elastic spring? There's many a vibrant interest to which the mind can cling. 'Tis in the spirit Age must dwell, or this would never be: I know old men at forty and young men at seventy-three. Some men keep all their friendships warm, and welcome friendships new, They have no time to sit and mourn the things they used to do. This changing world they greet with joy and never bow to late; On every fresh adventure they set out with hearts elate From chilling fear and bitter dread they keep their spirits free While some seem old at forty they stay young at seventy-three. So much to do, so much to learn, so much in which to share! With twinkling eyes and minds alert some brave both time and care. And this I've learned from other men, that only they are old Who think with something that has passed the tale of life is told. For Age is not alone of time, or we should never see Men old and bent at forty and men young at seventy-three. ~"Old Age" By Edgar Guest~ |