August Poems

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

White heat.
A green river.
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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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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

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

How pleasant to live in harmony
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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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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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We passed each other, turned and stopped for half an hour, then went our way,
I who make other women smile did not make you--
But no man can move mountains in a day.
So this hard thing is yet to do.
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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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August is coming
and the goose, I'm afraid,
is getting fat.
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I

In a solitude of the sea
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Dear old dead July, now it's August.
You make me want to die—
Seasonal depressions: they're here again.
They're here all over again.
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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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The veil of heat deepens
Deepens
it be August!
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August evening,
And Shes lost in the moon,
As the rain,
Is lost in the clouds,
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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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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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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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