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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

Otras obras de Johnny Cammish...
Love by Degrees

Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
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Candles

Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
Aluminium Cans

A strange thought in actuality two aluminium cans in a bin mass produced liquid in throw away… can somehow represent us, you and… filled with hope and yearning to b…
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General Announcement

Could I have my heart back please… I’m making this a general announce… As i’ve lost track of where it is Or whoever has it right now I can’t tell if it’s getting passe…
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Cupping

Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
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Waiting

Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
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Crushed Flowers

The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
Flowers

Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
Bubbles

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

As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
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Lips

Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…
To Pestering

Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
'tis the little things

I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
Dynamite

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



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