Family August Poems

A family affair

A big hotel was built in our rather shy town
the hotel's façade faced the town's lake that
had many birds that visitors thought charming
the...

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Maybe someday,
Someone will see me
For what I am.
Maybe someday,
Someone will notice the beauty,
I'm hiding for decades.
Maybe someday,
Someone will get on their knees, 
And say you're...

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Your colour, Green
You are a Belter
Sunny side up 
A helter-skelter 
Of emotions

My soul recharged
From brighter skies 
Bubble of joy
From the prickly lies
Of the world

Our hearts...

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Beyond the mourning of bereavement

Today marks fourth anniversary of tragic deaths
an aching breaking heart – mine
remembers four extinguished breaths.

(dashed – not while riding off
in a...

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August finds me on the sun deck
Ugly sweat running down my neck
Great time to jump into the pool
Using the blue water is so cool
Swimming I...

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Her name was Arthenia and she was my aunt.
I wish I could say that she's still alive but I can't.
When she became ill, her family...

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I want to cry loud
So that god can hear my voice 
To pamper me back

I want to share my problem to you god
Because you are...

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Another
        friend; has passed on;
            Harry,
 ...

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It is early one morning,
and you are making love to me.
Sunshine is streaming through the curtains
and I am disinterested in your ministrations. 

I wonder 
if...

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families frolic
verdant landscapes sandy beach
daylight lingering
crickets chirping cheerfully
summer’s harbinger of change
...

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Summer is ending 
hot days filled with outside fun, 
our sleeping in late. 
August ends our days off ~ done, 
back to school we must...

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In August, all four were born; and for me,
   August symbolizes preparation for finality
   as well as new beginnings, portraying both...

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Unexpected or Unwanted

There arrival were always unexpected
With a string of curses never too far behind,
From the host, feeling particularly dejected,
Yet who’s always been able to...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald...

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We hurtle down the last few hundred feet 
of steep lavender lined cobbled slope 
shaded by majestic umbrella pines - around
a last hairpin turn and...

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