MEET THE OCTOBER POET OF THE MONTH FOR LOVE POETRY
COLIN CAMERON
He lives in Connahs Quay, Flintshire, United Kingdom!
What an interesting interview with this wonderful Poet… I hope he publishes soon so I can buy his book!
ON WITH THE INTERVIEW!!!
“Hi Colin, what are some of your favorite genres to read and to write?”
“Debbie, I love sci-fi books, fantasies,
Tolkien and Stephen R. Donaldson.
Also, I love books reflecting historical facts and Jean Auel’s “Earth Children.”
With regards to writing I’ve become addicted to my “Soldiers Anthology” which started out as a trilogy, but has grown massively. I’m up to number 39 at the moment.
I also like to write lascivious material that usually holds a sting in the tail, although I vary my content and genre massively.
“Wow Colin, how awesome is that. What is your inspiration with your writing?”
“Debbie, I’ve something to say to get off my chest; some anger, some pride and dare I say, hatred as well as love.
I absolutely hate judgementality and fight with it permanently. I challenge the man in the mirror and I’m a very deep self reflective…”
“Colin, are you a published Author and if not do you plan on being?”
“Debbie, I have recently had a number of poems published in an anthology, “Voices Of Humanity.” And yes, I’d love to publish some of my works. I’m in contact with an illustrator to hopefully bring imagery to some of our work.”
https://www.amazon.com/Voices-Humanity-1-Various-Authors/dp/1537101153/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1474072812&sr=1-2&keywords=Voices+of+humanity+volume+1
https://www.amazon.com/Voices-Humanity-2-Assorted-Authors-ebook/dp/B01KYNXYG4/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1474073289&sr=1-2&keywords=Voices+of+humanity+volume+2#nav-subnav
“Colin, what has been your greatest criticism?”
“Well Debbie, I’m always writing and I’m too intense.”
“Colin, what has been your greatest compliment?”
“Debbie, the love and support of my family and friends for oh, so long. But more so this year which has been a bit of a bitch healthwise.”
“Oh Colin, I am so sorry to hear that. You need to take care of yourself. We need you to keep writing. When you sit down to write, do you do it the old-fashion way with pen and paper or do you use a computer?”
“You see Debbie, I do it on my I-phone.
I don’t have a computer.”
“Are you serious Colin? Wow, that is amazing. What do you do when you are not writing?”
“Debbie, I work, rest and play. I have two dogs, two daughters, a step-son, nine grandkids and an overdraft at Christmas.”
“Oh wow, Colin I completely understand… lol. Compared to when you first started writing, have you noticed any big changes in your writing style or how you write compared from then to now?”
“Debbie, I do have trouble varying my style. I think I have what I would call a generic rhythm. When I do vary, it’s hard work but has paid dividends.”
“Colin, what do you look for in a book when you sit down to read for fun?”
“Debbie, I have found culture clash,
believable hero or anti hero, pure fantasy
pure fact, consistency, surprises and
everything in between around these topics.”
“Colin, that is amazing. I love your mind… What has been your favorite part about being a poet?”
“Debbie, venting emotional stress,
holding conversations with myself, being able to share the product of my work with maybe vanity and ego. We’ve all got them and they do need feeding.”
“Wow, how true that is, Colin. When you walk into a bookstore where do you head to first? Why?”
” Debbie, I head straight to the customer services to check up on release dates and
then the classics. Then I’m like a kiddy in a sweet shop.”
“Colin, I understand perfectly. Did you get to quit your day job and become a writer and/or author or do you still have a day job with writing being something you do for fun? If you still have a day job, what is it?”
“Debbie, I work for the chemical industry in work management. I write in my spare time and when I’m not writing I’m thinking my OCD.”
“Colin, what has been the strangest thing a reader has asked you?”
“Debbie, I can’t think of anything. I think we only find things strange when we wear blinkers and the question is beyond our normal parameters. What is the difference between the real and surreal? Only subjectivity will prevail in that discussion.”
“Colin, besides writing and reading, what is your most favorite thing to do?”
“Debbie, my wife would be embarrassed if I answered this one.”
“Ha ha, Colin. Ok then we won’t go there. We all have our little things when it comes to reading. Is there anything that bugs you when you read a novel? What is it?”
“Debbie, I’ve only not finished one book. Its style was dreary and uninteresting. I persevered for too long and it ended up in the bin. It’s the only one I’ve ever thrown away. It also cliched predictability.”
“Colin, what do you listen to when you write? Do you find one type of music over another that inspires you to write? Why?”
“Debbie, silence…”
“Colin, what genre are you looking forward to exploring during your writing career? Why?”
“Debbie, that’s easy; humour…😈 And I’ll know it when I feel it.”
“Colin, what are you currently reading?”
“Debbie, “The Plantaginates” and “The Tudors.”
“Colin, who are your favorite authors?”
“Debbie, Tolkien, Donaldson, Auel’s “Ovid,” Plato, Josephus plus the ancient classics.”
“Colin,What seven words would you use to describe yourself?”
“Debbie, I am a deep thinker who is obsessive, passionate, loyal, honest, supportive and offensive. I’m also a granddad, husband, father and a thoroughly nice chap.”
“Colin, thank you for the wonderful interview. Is there anything else that you would like to share or say to those who will read this interview?”
“Debbie, I have so many that regularly comment who appreciate my writing that I often can’t thank them all enough for their support and critiques. Thank you all
and thank you for this wonderful honour, Debbie…”
“Love you more than my next wife (Cliche-Man)”
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POEMS BY COLIN
This is my mum………
This is my poem…….
She lay in my arms
My one true lover
Near eighty years old
My aged mother
In innocence she raised me
To understand of life
In honesty, purity, take one for life
I did, it failed, I’m trying again
Since the loss of my mother, known nought but pain
Swimming uphill, and against the tide
Life’s a wild bull, I sit astride
Where is my wisdom, oh where is courage
Where is the easy ride in gilded carraige
Lost to this world, now reigns supreme
In her world celestial, where she has nought to redeem
But her guidance, example, her angelic wings still protect me
Even now as she sits on her good lord’s knee
When I look back, she was as solid as a rock
On her own, four boys, and another in frock
She sacrificed much, for our greater good
She would, if she could, and we all knew she would
She used to knit fresh air, to form a three course meal
She’d mop our brows, our ills to heal
She was always there, for a cuppa in the morn
She’d be tidying her home, til dusk, from dawn
I’d find her crying, for things she’d lost
Put my arms around mum, her eyes tear glossed
Yes she was old, in my arms now old
She was light as a feather, though huge heart made of gold
She’d made it thus far, I wonder, did she know just how well she’d done
Raising her daughter, and four demanding sons
She left shortly after, just a short journey, was nought to fear
All of her losses, their spirits at her new frontier
Come with us, they’ll be alright
You’ve taught them well, life’s truly a fight
They’ll never forget you, they’ll recite your legend at length
Your example to them, will give them their strength
Colin Camern@
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Justice served
Military parade at dawn
Blindfold man, oath foresworn
One each side, for support
Days before, as brothers fought
A lion led by donkeys, condemned his soul
Found quivering in shell hole
He’d done his yards, dodged the lead
All about him, brothers, dead
He’d gone the distance, hand to hand
Him and Tommy, crossed no man’s land
Bayonet delivered, flesh and bone
Eyes once sharp, no longer honed
One, two, three then four
Foul Hun sent to heavens door
Barrage ceased just twenty minutes ago
No man’s land, lead and poppies sow
Ten percent, then thirty percent
No military training can replace common sense
Sixty percent, died in that charge
Coal men, miners, captains of canal barge
Sportsmen, fathers, underage sons
Unrecognisable, fell, to the enemies guns
No flags are seen, no black cross nor white
Innocent antagonists, for fear and fealty fight
Destined to fail, but military pride
By donkeys blamed those brave who died
How could we get it so wrong as to fail
We’ll get our scapegoats, put them in jail
Courts Martial regarding cowardice
Not even rigged, malintended propagandist
Tommy, shot, the day before
Military circus, settling scores
Blindfold man, at his post
Some guy with water and his Holy Ghost
Ten in line, nine live rounds
Early dawn chorus, melodic sounds
Order comes, as many times before
Chinless wonders, played the Devils whore
Captain delivers single shot
He won’t rise, corpse now to rot
Squad marches off, tears in eyes
So it is, when their brother dies
But what was settled, that cold spring morn
Nothing at all, but more military scorn
How can the generals, donkeys, brigadiers,
Cast aside their lions, in their own pride so severe
Another soul, another life
Denied the chance of family and wife
They fought for freedom, swore oath to the realm
Lions led by donkeys, at the helm
Too many broken, too many died
Nought to do with oath, but donkeys pride
Colin Cameron@
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