August Poems

Cruising these residential Sunday
streets in dry August sunlight:
what offends us is
the sanities:
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Broad sun-stoned beaches.

White heat.
A green river.
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Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
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I.

No one's serious at seventeen.
--On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
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When I were schooled english wernt my thing.
My scores in English lurning no bells done ring.
Yea I grajaded but ain't english smart ….no lie!
Come end a school year the teach said 'By Bri.'
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I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop
in August when the sun was hot.

Under the shade of his big straw hat
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Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
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I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
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So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky
of this black August. My sister, the sun,
broods in her yellow room and won't come out.
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The dayseye hugging the earth
in August, ha! Spring is
gone down in purple,
weeds stand high in the corn,
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Inspired by The Lord
(Psalm 133: 3)

How pleasant to live in harmony
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The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...
No kitchens on the run, no striking camp...
We moved quick and sudden in our own country.
The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp.
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Brother, today I sit on the brick bench of the house,
where you make a bottomless emptiness.
I remember we used to play at this hour, and mama
caressed us: "But, sons..."
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Married villages emptied to the call.
Young single men from well-worn towns
Changed from suits and flat caps to khaki.
They changed their hob nailed working boots
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In the mid August, in the second year
of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter
almost upon us, Kantiuk and I
attempted to dash the sledge
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His awful skin
stretched out by some tradesman
is like my skin, here between my fingers,
a kind of webbing, a kind of frog.
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I

In a solitude of the sea
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Exactly living or not don’t know….
Rats are taunting…..
Human alike rat…
Desirous day night…
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August is coming
and the goose, I'm afraid,
is getting fat.
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Wednesday morning, August 28, 2024 at 6: 34 a.m.; Tuesday morning, August 27, 2024 at 10: 20 a.m.; Tuesday morning, August 20, 2024 at 11: 28 a.m. and 11: 50 a.m.; once again, Poem Hunter is delaying publication, the time now being 12: 17 p.m. and this poem still not appearing in the 'New Poems' listing twenty-seven (27) minutes after its publication …

And I'd fight for you though I wonder out loud
at times, 'Is it really worth it to me? ' I've grown
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Monday morning, August 12, 2024 at 10: 42 a.m.; Wednesday morning, August 14, 2024 at 7: 02 a.m.; and Sunday morning, August 18, 2024, verse/diction revisions begun at 9: 26 a.m.

'No, Mummy, I shan't eat of it! ' Amelie screamed.
'No mange! I hate it! Shepherd's Pie. It's so no,
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With August all festivals comes and goes one after the other;
The whole goes fast and comes to an end for next year to start;
Independence day, birthdays and all functions we face in joy;
That its the typicality of August every year of life in the world!
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August, a symphony of heat and haze,
Where summer's fervor continues its blaze.
With days of gold and skies of blue,
August whispers secrets old and new.
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Ode to August's Splendor
Oh, August, thou art a radiant gem,
When summer's sun doth warmly caress the land,
A time of plenty in each fertile stem,
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Thursday morning, August 17, 2023, begun at 9: 34 a.m. and finished at 9: 43 a.m.; continued Friday morning, August 18, 2023, begun at 9: 07 a.m. and concluded at 9: 20 a.m.; Saturday morning, August 26, 2023, begun at 7: 50 a.m. and finished at 8: 09 a.m.

—this poem is dedicated to Sarah in the hope that we can work out our differences and remain friends. What follows is the present state of the "friendship" as I see it.
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Sunday morning, August 13, 2023 at 8: 17 a.m.; poem finished at 8: 55 a.m.; Tuesday afternoon, August 15,2023 at 5: 06 p.m.;
Wednesday morning, August 16, 2023, begun at 7: 56 a.m. and finished at 8: 36 a.m.; Thursday morning, August 24, 2023, begun at 7: 57 a.m. and finished at 8: 21 a.m.

—this poem is for Sarah J, who has gone silent, neither responding nor reciprocating for these past two weeks as of
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Friday morning, August 11, 2023, begun at 9: 08 a.m. and concluded at 9: 18 a.m.; Monday morning, August 14, 2023, begun at 9: 01 a.m. and concluded at 9: 26 a.m., and again at 9: 41 a.m.; Thursday morning, August 24, 2023, begun at 8: 24 a.m. and finished at 8: 27 a.m.

—this poem was inspired by Sarah J, and is dedicated to her
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The veil of heat deepens
Deepens
it be August!
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Friday morning, August 4, 2023 at 10: 55 a.m.; Saturday morning, August 5, 2023 at 5: 19 a.m.,5: 32 a.m. and 5: 34 a.m.; Tuesday morning, August 8, 2023, begun at 5: 30 a.m. and concluded at 5: 45 a.m.

At one point, I thought I had life, it's meaning, purpose
figured out. (Don't ask me why.) At one point, deep in
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