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Sunday Poem – No. 1 ‘The Struggle’

I shall compare thee to a pain in the head
Killing silently, softly, be it day or night
You’re everywhere, filling the world with dread
So small and lethal, hiding in plain sight

It’s life and death, as we struggle to move
Taking great strain for us just to be
Chemists and scientists at work to prove
Your days are numbered, soon you’ll see

The spirit is strong and wanting to stay
So much trouble now making it fierce
The sunlight is rising and coming your way
When we will finally, your web to pierce

We will overcome the dark and fatal sting
Beating you the pest and comfort bring

Don Cameron 2020

 

Into the light...

Into the light…

 

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Southern Rocks

Killiney Beach

Killiney Beach

A walk on Killiney Beach is always welcome, and as I descended the steep steps the breeze blowing in from the sea was warm and infused with a familiar saltiness. With the sun high in the blue sky it was ‘the place to be’.
As I made my way along the beach I noticed small piles of stones close to the cliff and wondered how did they get there? On closer inspection I saw that they had been created by previous visitors and many of the stones had indeed been painted. It was the same with each of the piles, and I noted names written on some, colourful images, drawings and quotations on others. There was even a nicely painted image of a local rock star, who I’m sure would be delighted to know that he’s finally ‘made it to Killiney Beach’. Although I did not see anybody painting stones while I was there, I suspect that with the good weather and more visitors on the beach this local attraction, the original ‘open-air gallery’, will continue to grow and entertain. Well done to all those rock artists – rock on!

Bono - 'because he's a ROCKer'

Bono – ‘because he’s a ROCKer’

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 60

A little piece, written in strange times. My daily limericks were written in response to Covid-19, the restrictions put in place and their effect on everyday life. Now, as the restrictions have  been relaxed I feel today’s poem will be the last in the series. Many thanks to all of you  who have read them and offered such warm encouragement, something for which I will be forever grateful. Stay Safe!


Music, lovely music has been a friend
In these strange days, without an end
Listen and ponder
Of what lies yonder
Better times with, no need to pretend

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Limerick – what’s it all about?

It’s only five lines, no words to waste
So let’s begin, as we must make haste
The idea to rhyme
Time after time
The rhythm is good, a limerick’s fine taste

Don Cameron 2020

 

Food for thought...

Food for thought…

 

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 59

A little piece, written in strange times


‘TV is nothing, there’s no sport to see’
Said a friend isolating, unhappy to be
No ‘Match of the Day’
No decisions to sway
Reopening a blessing, for him and me

Don Cameron 2020

Front row seat....

Front row seat….

 

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 58

A little piece, written in strange times


Mowers, strimmers, in the gardens abuzz
A change from the silence, it certainly does
No haircut since Lent
Its state I repent
Must get my barber, to deal with this fuzz

Don Cameron 2020

Out of control...

Out of control…

 

 

 

 

 

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 57

A little piece, written in strange times


A gentle breeze, blew in from the sea
Its cool air tangy, filling with glee
A coffee is fine
Just like old time
B’fore a big ice cream, was handed to me

Don Cameron 2020

Now, that's a big ice cream

Now, that’s a big ice cream

 

 

 

 

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Limerick-a-Day: No. 56

A little piece, written in strange times


Eight weeks is not long, but it felt like forever
Missing family and friends, a painful sever
We’ll meet real soon
Hey, make it High Noon
When we can chat about, our lockdown endeavour

Don Cameron 2020

 

Unused...for too long

Empty…for too long

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