August Poems

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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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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No one's serious at seventeen.
--On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
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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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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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The dayseye hugging the earth
in August, ha! Spring is
gone down in purple,
weeds stand high in the corn,
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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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Inspired by The Lord
(Psalm 133: 3)

How pleasant to live in harmony
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(For Aline)

Monsignore,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
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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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I am poor and old and blind;
The sun burns me, and the wind
Blows through the city gate
And covers me with dust
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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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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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Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,
Why were you so sad on porches, whispering?
What great melancholies were loosed among our swings!
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By the first of August
the invisible beetles began
to snore and the grass was
as tough as hemp and was
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Look at this (the comments left on some of my more recently submitted ' Showcases '; I've NOT included comments left by me) :

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Bri's Second October '22 Showcase, This One Built With Poems, Not Bri's Notes....[ Submitted In October, Not September This Time ] Comments
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Milestones tons four years and three months old this August, mom speechless Nawa spewing out insights astounding, quick to grasp digest apply whatever is on life's plate, manipulates his potential to the fullest amazing being, , appetite for knowledge insatiable these eyes say it all, doesn't miss a thing storing ability coupled with agility, full of wisdom little chap delightful always grateful, appreciative more than ever delivering with admirable velocity, Nawa the sailor always on the move tirelessly, watching cartoon this minute running to kitchen to fetch, barging in brothers disrupting scream at him helplessly, conversing with mom leaving her convulsed in laughter as such, New Year drawing near rainy season over KG scholar, endless fun session about to lessen back to school hear hear
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August hat gegangen. Verschiedene Beispiele, viel Spass wie zu haben. Niemand zu sprechen, niemand zu sagen. Wie erklaerst du diese Aufagabe? August hat mehr Zeit fur uns gebringen. Was brauchen wir noch? Mehr Zeit den besten Welt zu denken. Mehr Zeit den besten Welt zu denken. Danke der Sonne, wir lIeben dich so viel. Ich erwarte die Reise an der Schule mir das Beste zu sein.
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Saturday evening, August 20,2022 at 7: 10 p.m.; Sunday morning, August 21 at 7: 49 a.m.; Monday morning, August 22, at 7: 52 a.m.; Sunday afternoon, August 28 at 1: 04 p.m.

--This poem is dedicated to Joanna Scott, novelist, writer of short stories, imaginative literature; Professor of English at the University of Rochester, Rochester, New York
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It's only August [a month named after royalty], ... but I have
the time to compose,
so I'll write my introductory poem to this showcase. Some
may read; who knows?
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Kitana accha lagata hi
Gandhiji ki murti dekhana
15 August ki purva sandhya pe!
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If you were born in the month of August
Be cool, be calm, be wise and be robust
Summertime is almost over
And autumn is around the corner
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8-15 Tuesday morning
A burning flash dissolved the skies,
Death reigned without warning…
August 6th, '45.
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"The Lord is good a stronghold in the day of trouble, and Heknows those who trust him." Nahum 1: 7."***

Trouble can come in all shapes and in all sizes. Including the recent lost of my older sister, Lynn Ellen Dubarry. She was born August 25,2020 and went home to be with the Lord on August 17,2020. Just a few days before her sixty eighth birthday. She died of an aggressive form of Leukemia! (a cancer affecting her blood cells.)
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August Full Sturgeon Moon, PLease pay attention to the appearance of this moon at the night sky Beautiful Red Moon....

Please Pay Attention To This Beauty….(2)
Repeating the text from previous story:
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