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Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

Holding a Mirror

There are those
So full of life that
Even my cynicism
cannot be matched
You are such, and
Such perfect joy
And caring with
Smiles so genuine
And pure how can I
Not smile in return?
You are always
A reminder of the
Joys of living,
And your friendship
Is crystal, reflecting
Beautiful Light into
The darkest of moments
I will ever be there to
Hold a mirror for you,
If you feel yourself
lost in the dark

Altre opere di Johnny Cammish...
Coffee

Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
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Tabletop

A table, covered in bills and book… A bowl of cereal scattered cables And mugs of tea, coffee and I’m out of orange juice Missing screws and balancing badly
The Woods

These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
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Lakeside

Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
Just a dance

I dreamt, vivid, I asked your han… conscious uncaring we whirl togeth… Is it too much to ask for such a c… I know I have asked, and you said… But it’s not easy to drop affectio…
Tea

I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
Prometheus

Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
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Handprints

On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
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Air

Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
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Chains

I know your nightmare; nothing is… In life you linger, lost in dreams… You project pain far, poison what… All betray your best, banish what… So, wounded within, who can lift t…
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Blossom

Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
Dynamite

Seemed I danced To a short fuse And lit another And now it’s all gone Blown sky high
Flint

I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
Moulding

I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more
Bubbles

It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
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