July Poems

Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated,
so why does a light shine ahead?
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Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
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The moon whispered to the sea,
'Tell me your deepest secrets.'
And the sea, with its waves dancing,
Revealed tales of lost ships,
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A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
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Give me some letters
I'll make words
Give me some words
I'll make sentence
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A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --

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I saw thee once- once only- years ago:
I must not say how many- but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
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The rising sun has yet to glow
In his resplendent glory,
The moon has not even begun her descent
But I’m here on the shore,
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And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
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Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.
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In the flashes and black shadows
of July
the days, locked in each other's arms,
seem still
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She walks as lightly as the fly
Skates on the water in July.

To hear her moving petticoat
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i love the river between the banks
beshrew a drinker who doesn't give thanks

i love the breeze hitting my face
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Whatever the poet's eyes see,
And his mind imagines,
And his pen elaborates,
Or whatever is written,
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I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
I give it to the true friend
Who offers his frank hand to me.
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Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes.

Every moment and every age,
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Many ways to say good night.

Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July
spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes.
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”Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, -and done a hundred things
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~ DELIGHT UNALLOYED ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
26 July 26,2010
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again, Thursday morning, October 31, 2024, begun at 9: 41 a.m. and continued at 9: 57 a.m. and at 10: 12 a.m.; completed and published at 10: 24 a.m.; it is now 10: 42 a.m., and counting; and now 10: 54 a.m., and counting; and now 11: 10 a.m. and counting, this poem not yet appearing in Poem Hunter's 'New Poems' listing as it should do immediately post-publication …

RE: 'I Was Attacked Violently In Cary Last Night, Across The Street From Harris Teeter Supermarket #430, Soon After My Purchase There At 5: 29 P.M.'
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July was the longest month of the year
While we were fighting against the tyrant.
Like a monstress, she was devouring our young children.
Her belly turned into an inflated ballon.
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Abeyance

Raging
against the machine
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dublin st history commission july 27,2024 nps in concord ma ranger there took musket out of an encasement in the wall with glass in front clear beside the store at the Minuteman nps mansion and showed me how to shoot the musket - he demonstrated put one round pellet in the musket at a time, , , Go to Concord Ma where the stars came together.... abigail Alcott - Sleepy Hollow French frieze of 3 civil War brothers and so forth... Gayle Sweeney Doherty July 27 2024.... +
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by Gayle Sweeney the sun rise is a color world - a Christmas surprise. I love Appaloosas painted in the sun and running wild - native - and freedom in the sun. Nakota is the code word for good intelligence then think Nakota.........the poetic answer is wild. Freedom by Gayle Sweeney was at Camp Stella Maris and i dont no where it is now.. Camp Stella Maris WEst Gloucester I think Wingersheek Beach is the information i was given = a Nazi military camp supposedly Catholic..... no privacy dressing in a large room of 13 year olds like me and they were strangers. I was molested there by a girl in the all girl cabin of strangers...this stranger reached around to my front and touched me at my breast area which i didnot - at 13 did not have - breasts as a grown woman does or even on the way to being a grown women can have or other..... Gayle Sweeney July 20,2024 she reached around from the back to my front mother just said (on divine intervention I am St Peter opened up) briefly.....this wierdo reached around from the back to the front on my right side....and i was told we were taken to the Salam Witch Museum and i remember an inlet and still water looking away from the land the blue water opening up... there were shrunken heads in a glass curio like thing in the middle of the room Gayle Sweeney JUly 20,2024


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Cucumbers i have heard have been used to soothe the eyes. I tried one slice on each eye tonight July 12,2024. I get severe dry eye sometimes. I put the cucumber slices on my eyes with my eyes closed and squeezed the slices a little so a little juice of them came out. The result was a not thin liquid in and around each of my eyes and the liquid was just short of gel like so it was affective in soothing my eyes more than the slices put on only.. can cucumber reduce or prevent dry eye? ....coffee pot of coffee coffee used to clean between toes and fingers under nails as needed..... are there antiseptic properties in coffee and cucumbers? signed, Gayle Sweeney Doherty July 12,2024 to Bub's i added a dried marigold flower St Peter said is okay + and a single package about of salt.....G.S.2024
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July, when monsoon's gentle roar,
Brings life to lands parched and sore.
With clouds that gather, dark and deep,
July awakens the earth from its sleep.
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Willie Wonka who'd have thought it!
Dark chocolate assists heart health
It lowers blood pressure, lessons clotting
It fights diabetes, welfare wealth
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In July's embrace, the world comes alive,
A month of splendor, as our spirits thrive.
Beneath the sun's warm, golden canopy,
We celebrate you, dear July, so free.
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Introductory Poem (by bri edwards) :

I'll not complain (much) about the heat we are feeling....
down South,
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