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July Is Here by anne, fonda
July 10th by Mo, Boipelo
Drought In July by Urbaniak, Laura
July In the Porch Swing in Kansas by Bdosa, Vee
Why July by Johnson, Joyce
July 25th Day of Time Out by Brake, Mel
Christmas in July by bauer, ilene
Lollipop Day, July 20, 2015 by Rylaarsdam, Merwin
18th July - Tribute To The Departed Soul Of My Mother On Her 10th Death Anniversary by Basu, Manimala
The Thirteenth Day Of July by johnson, randy

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I was talking to my
therapist about things I can't seem
to understand
and I realized
I was always talking about you-

those calm words you told me
that 2 am I cannot seem to forget
'kiss me hard before you go'
I selfishly agreed
when those rough lips touched my soft ones
I know I am deeply in love

does it bother you?

but I still chose to go
call me a coward, dear
you deserve so much happiness
than to be with a mess like me
but as I slowly walk away
I can feel the lump on my throat

I don't want to leave--

but as I turned around, it was too late
you have already forsaken me.

Copyright © whispering plants

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Helga Deen ,1925-1943

Helga Deen  (1925-1943)   (Sentanka)

Mit achtzehn ermordet
Helga Deen im KZ Sobibór
Nur Tagebuch und Briefe

War alles was von ihr blieb
Ihr Andenken aber bleibt 

Murdered at eighteen
Helga Deen at Sobibór 
Only letters and diary

Was all that remained of her
But her memory remains

Helga Deen en Sobibor
Asesinado a dieciocho años
Sólo cartas y un diario

Fue todo lo que quedaba 
Pero su memoria sigue siendo

Note: Helga Deen, born in 1925 in Stettin moved with her parents in 1933 to Tilburg in the
Netherlands. She was a talented young woman not only in writing but also in drawing. Her
mother was a German Jewish doctor and her father-Willy Deen- a Dutch chemist. Helga Denn
had a brother -Klaus- and both visited school in Tilburg. The family had to move from
their house and Helga an her brother had to leave school together with other ten Jewish
pupils. In July 1943 all were deported to the Vugh concentration camp. From there they
were transpoted to Westerbork concentration camp and from there on July 13th  to Sobibór
(Poland) concentration camp. She died from gas there on July 16th 1943.

Copyright © Gert W. Knop

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Walking through gardens
Feeling your presence beside me
Strangers passing by, lost in the darkness
I see the reflection of the city lights in your eyes like stars so near
The icy july wind carries your perfume to me
Your voice echoes through the winter air and your smile, my God your smile...
My hands are cold but i am calm, serene and happy

Where are we going?
Someone once told me that what matters is the journey not the destination
I forget the past, don´t worry about the future, only the present matters
And gradually the twilight turns into night
I look at the sky and I find the moon smiling timidly starting its journey
I want to touch, surround you and drown in your hair
But I do nothing, afraid of ruining everything

Strange... Nothing and Everything
All the while the sound of waves crashing on the sand accompanies us
A familiar sound to me, after all this is my city
The surprise hits me for I am not blind to the world, on the contrary
Everything looks sharper, brighter
And time has not stopped as the old love poems tell us
It goes faster, flies.

My thoughts are clear despite your intoxicating presence
I know I have only a fraction of the time I would like to live beside you
I know that your time here will be as short as a shooting star in the purple sky
And I also know that you will take a piece of me away
That might be returned to me one day or lost forever
Who knows about these things?

But I´m not afraid

I would do it all again

Because you are worth it.


Copyright © Joseph Santiago

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July Sky

Creamsicle sky melts in July and drips down on our souls renewed. From midsummer’s unstifled sigh, creamsicle sky melts in July. Our tent keeps secrets, we imply. A fire sparks a sultry mood. Creamsicle sky melts in July and drips down on our souls renewed! For Andrea's One Lovely Summer Triolet Contest Visual #7, 5/28/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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I Feel

What can I say that I haven’t said before
What can I recite to tell how much more
You mean to my world
How that I’ve never felt this with any other girl
Is it simply that I love you
Is it simply that I need you to

Smile again
Smiles take away all the pain
The hurt
That first time I saw you I knew
That first time I held you my heart flew
To these July 8th  cloud nines
And you smell divine
And you make me complete

When your eyes haunt my dreams
And when I hold you it seems 
That time stops
And my heart beat drops 
To zero and I can’t help feeling lost
In your essence 
And your presence in my heart
Clears all the ache and doubt
And sorrow 
I’m in love with our every tomorrow

But these words read so inadequate
Our lives spell out fates 
Intertwined minds in sync 
Praying that I never blink
To never miss these moments 
Can’t miss these signs and omens 
Our love is written in scribes on walls
In heart caves like hieroglyphs 
Sang in ancient songs 
And Greek-God myths 

Sealed in celestial bonds 
You know, it’s written in the stars
Spelled out in cherubic musical bars 
Constellations drawn about our post sun-sets
Capricorn and Scorpio met
In heaven’s playground
I would’ve undoubtedly found an angel

But not till I fell
To earth and got tossed about
In life’s stormy surf caught
Chasing colourless rainbows
Praying for suicidal tomorrows
Losing all hope
Teetering on the edge this cliff
Holding onto the frayed end
Of a tattered rope

Not till my life was empty
Not till this life left me broken
Not till my soul was numb
Not till I was sure I’d never find the one
The other half of my poetic soul
Not till I fell upon your splendour 
When your smiles did their all to render
Me helpless we would fit no less than that
Perfect sunset on a perfect July 8th 
I’d finally be able to feel.

Copyright © Lyndell Cadasse

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Copyright © Lycia Harding

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Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.

People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.

P eople of unity 
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.

P arade so grandiose 
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

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As Time Goes on

The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.

July brings forth the perfect rose.
In August we take off our clothes.
September we must don our hose,
And summer goes, and summer goes.

October the cool breezes blow.
November brings a hint of snow.
December time is all aglow,
Bright gifts with bow, bright gifts with bow.

In January a deep freeze.
Small February is a tease.
Bold March once more will try to please.
Time to plant peas, time to plant peas.


Copyright © Joyce Johnson

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The Heritage Forgotten

Copyright © 2015
Edited: 7/8 - 7:48pm

Symbols of Southern and Northern pride
  on both sides who lived and died

An American story
  a clash for glory

Whose glory in this land?
  that native man?
  he was already here
  and faced a new fear
  for him, who stands and cheer?

Another who didn't ask to come
  whipped and chained by some

Flag of Dixie became a motivator for hate
years beyond those historic dates
once again the South wrought this debate 

This time it was nine
  who will it be next time?

Those scars, those scars - are not forgotten
  left many of our Americans alone and frighten 

Oppression and terrorism aren't new
  it has always been started by a few-
  from murder to rape
  hardly any one escape

Now, America's Old Glory flies
  standing guard over those cries

Ole confederacy ideas still wants to divide
  by creating the Klan, they tried
  to destroy peace while others were denied

"We The People," aren't a nation for a few
  if our Armed Forces fight for me and you

So, lets not disgrace this divined nation
  with a flag that embraces segregation

It's time to mend and get on beyond our past
  or their Klan will continue to march in mass

The Star Spangled Banner, of Stars and Stripes
  our enemies foreign and domestic love to fight-
  this flag, a symbol of freedom against who might

"We The People" under this Banner, are one
  from numerous wars hard fought, and won

Like that brave American Eagle that flies high
  only one starred flag of Glory should wave him by

by: LPruitt

Copyright © Les Pruitt

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Island Breeze

I hear and see:
Hot pavement, 
Green house,
The sound of children's talk
The sun,
watching all the fun
Palm trees
Shifting in the breeze
Blue sky
Green leaves
Bougainvillea trees,
Red and vibrant
That's how you can tell you're on an island

Copyright © Caleah Buil

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A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends

A Prayer for all my friends in America and all over the World This Prayer Poem is for all my friends of America and for all those anywhere in the world who are waiting for Rains.
I have made this Prayer Poem on My Photo Poem and this can be seen in My Photo page on World Art Foundation This Prayer Poem actually supports my Folk Song ‘Folk Song of India -Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees’ placed on You Tube It may be a co incident but ever since I composed and placed the above Song on You Tube the drought like conditions improved in many parts of India drastically. A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends O Clouds full of Rains Please go to my friend's place Where ever you see the land is dry And all the fields and trees Are waiting for your showers To get wet and to kiss Your ever refreshing Rains. You bless them With your nectar like Rains So their fields too May yield grains And their forests may be blessed With your love drops To again enfold you In their sweet and loving embrace.
O Clouds full of Rains Please go to my friend's place And give them The blessings of Your Beautiful immortal Rains. Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Aug. 2012
NOTE: Draught like conditions (not very acute almost 50% less Rains this year) prevailed in India in July, but after July last it improved in August and even some parts experienced excessive Rains till 27th August. I had composed a Song around 20th July for the Indian farmers as a Folk Song and have placed it in Poetry Soup on 24th July 2012 and on my Music Channel “RavindraKK1” on You Tube as a Folk Song of India. The Song explains the reasons of fewer Rains in the simple language of a farmer telling the story of Farmer, Clouds, Trees and Rains as a Folk Song of India. Ravindra 27th Aug. 2012

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose

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Christmas In July

The sun shines so bright in a cerulean sky, As Christmas spirit comes in great surprise; People now in all walks of life, Happily enjoy the moment once in a lifetime. Go shopping here, go shopping there, They all buy things needed to cheer; Everyone joins the spectacular parade, With big floats and motorcades. It is still July but Christmas is magic, It comes on time when we least expect it; Day and night, people are rejoicing, Helping one another in all undertakings. Still skeptical on what is really happening, But colorful lanterns and ornaments are now seen, Christmas lights even sparks in shimmering splendor, Hang in houses, on window sills and doors. In open houses have some special gifts, For anyone who would wish to drop by for a pick; Some are simple wrapped items, And some are sweets or delicacies on plates. Everyone keeps busy but doesn’t go frantic, Christmas in July is a real fantastic; A special event which now lingers in the memory, Because it is our Town’s First City Anniversary!
Note: Our town turned to a city. Date: Aug. 8. 2012 7th Place Winner Contest: My Favorite Poem Contest Contest Judged: 9/7/12 12:00:00 AM Poet Sponsor: Joyce Johnson Note: This was my entry in the contest with a theme, Christmas In July Magic. I’m dedicating this poem to my town Candon City, although the anniversary is not really in July. I just kept the theme of the contest. Moreover, my dearest mother and favorite aunt who are both celebrating their b-days on this month had inspired me to write. The real Town City Hood and Foundation anniversary: The anniversary of Candon City Hood is every March 28. Candon became a city in March 28, 2001 thru Republic Act 9018. Candon City hood was authored by then Congresswoman Grace Singson during the 11th congress. Foundation Day is March 25. -more info were from Mr. Jun Balbin.

Copyright © Leonora Galinta

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Mornings in July

Mornings In July

Mornings in July are oblivious.
They know nothing about the newspaper headlines
Or the relentless crashing of ocean waves
Under a pissed off crescent moon.
They see nothing. They hear nothing. They feel nothing.
Mornings in July are incognizant about everything.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
But they haven’t heard the orgasmic screams of a billion lovers
Seeking mindless sanity on a darkling pillow.
And they haven’t seen the struggling caterpillar
Spin its bloody violent cocoon.
They could care or less if you breathe or sweat.
They ceased to be concerned
When the big wrecking ball of Earthly existence
Came crashing into the big neon Psyche
Six thousand years ago.
Mornings in July know nothing, absolutely nothing.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.

Copyright © stark hunter

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Haiku 61

	Haiku 61
	the neighbors arrive
	big rig diesel whumping
	our tiny trailer

Copyright © Jack Jordan

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Last Day Of July

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Last Day Of July
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July 31, 2014

Hotter than 

Mali sky

Where restless 

with fire -

Copyright © Ken Jordan

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You left us on the Fourth of July
Now my heart is filled with unexpected pain
I remember when you would say to look at the sky
To find the moon, now that is on memory lane.

You would sing us the sweetest lullaby
Even though you were far away
And simple phone call to pacify
The miles traveled in a day

But ever since the day you've been gone,
I've succeeded in many things you'd be proud of
It has been so hard for us to move on
I just keep thinking of you up above

No matter the miles that keep is apart
You will forever and always be in my heart.

Copyright © Gabrielle Caudill

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Our Flag

Our Flag To most people a flag is the symbol of the Country that they live in. This is a great thing to have. Some people don't know the meaning or what it stands for. To us here in the U.S. it's a symbol that represents us and our Country and to that - we hold respect. Some people don't respect our flag, they stump it and burn it on the ground. Why is there so much hate towards our flag? Our flag never did nothing to anyone. We stand by our flag and we are proud of it's colors - red, white and blue, colors that don't run. I don't think that only our flag is important. I think that any flag is, for it represents a Country and it's people...
)07/02/2014 By Lucilla M. Carrillo Note: Have a great Happy 4th of July and put out your flags....

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo

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FREEDOM’S CALL For every woman, man, and child have the Right to Equality and Equity in this Democracy stated. Our lives, as liberated, co-depends on these truths. Mighty we are as a country. Strong in protecting our home front. Crisis we have overcome. Allegiance to our native people we must continue to know. Love for the United States of America has been shown. Longevity forever endured. ****Have a safe and enriched 4th of July!**** ____________________________________________________| June 29, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

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Caution - Fireworks

E-Z Glo Punk, Lightning Flash,
TNT Devices will burst, do crash
Southern Night, Piccolo Petes
       are hard to beat...

I like hand held Sparklers, Tanks
 flashing fountains, Solar Flare
 Six to #20 Gold I have to share,
 no incidence, no burns, thanks...

  Whistles blow, fountains glow,
 pop'n sounds, entire sky all aglow
 I love those colors, high an low
  trails eched onto my retina
  inspired me to let ya know

  Now you close both eyes
in pitch dark, what a surprise
  for you to see, right there
 darkness, absolutely  anywhere
beautiful trails of lights in motion
"Always read a label of caution"

Copyright © Perry Campanella

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I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

Copyright © Andrew Shannon

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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.

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As We Celebrate Independence Day

As We Celebrate Independence Day… At this time, which we celebrate our independence. Perhaps we should look at this country’s dependence. It’s like we want to be independent of God’s commands. And have brought a dependence of evil all over the land. Do we have the freedom that helped us get started? Or has the freedom we once enjoyed, long departed? We’ve allowed a tide of wickedness upon our shores! And have no idea what God’s freedom is meant for! Only Jesus can give us the freedom that we need. Only he can break the bondage of lust and greed! Only he can bring a salvation and hope that will help us! Before the corruption begins to fill and overwhelm us! Only he can provide the freedom from the bondage of sin! And bring a peace and stability to our lives again! Through Christ, there is no God and man separation! Only his blood can cleanse the heart of this nation! During this Independence Day, here’s the question; “Have you thought about going in God’s direction?” Through Christ, independence can be a daily experience. You can be changed by his power and glorious appearance! Dear Lord Jesus, as we begin our celebration… May we honor you, as the God of our nation! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

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Daydreams of Snow

As I’m pushed away by summer’s breeze
Flakes of white fall upon my brow
I wish for the earth beneath to freeze
To shield me from how days are now

These months have been so long and cruel
I’m ever so blind while the sun reigns
Therefore, I’ll dream of winter’s cool
To take away my summer pains

Copyright © Bruce Coates

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It's Summer

In the bushes, crickets are chirping.
The sun is down in the western sky.
Two birds fly by.

Above the grass, lighting bugs are flashing.
Birds are picking at the ground a lot.
A squirrel is eating an apricot.

A slice of the moon is shining.
The colors of the day are starting to fade.
The green dims in each grass blade.

The hot day ends and it’s time to cool down. 
The leaves are still.
Maybe it will.

Copyright © John Le