Heaven August Poems

Bright jewel enshrined odyssey sparkles,
as haunted pneuma’s blinding sun quest,
sculpts sweet blissful dream escape plot,
from deep well nagging torrents,
wounded sigh raw throat rush,
magma spewing ire,
ashen...

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Golden dewdrop spread on gray window sill,
warm rays from the summer sunburst at will,
sprightly cheep from high flier mourning bird,
pulsating heart aroused by what I
heard

Gorgeous...

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There is a root behind it.There is shade behind. 
There is a lap behind, Behind those memories,
There is love behind it.
Another turnover makeover the hope,
One...

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Under the shadow of a maple tree,
Green as summer, wistful and praising
Like the peace blowing dandelion seeds
Risking the rain’s rhythmic showers,
Against blades of tempting July...

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August our  sweltering month number 8
Named for Augustus Caesar, a god, but wait!
July already praised Julius Caesar, my heaven
Thus month number 5 became month...

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Assuage the scorching heat I pray.
Unleash the heavens’ clouds to burst.  
Grant the winds that will cool the day.
Unfurl the skies with rains disbursed.
Send...

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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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those early attempts at a Mexican food
no store bought cardboard taco shells
she had to prepare her own
the appearance of the tortilla press
the arrival of the...

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Reflections of gentle leaves, dew drenched
Feelings flowing through the oaks, trees strong
Like the lasting tears of a quiet night, stars glistening
Same as yesterday’s rain –...

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  Growing the fruits of your labor in Socorro county
  Around here they call it New Mexico true
  Down in Lemitar you...

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Our eyes become wet with tears,
Seeing this Independent India.
We cannot imagine those fears
Of families of the people not only fighting on the borders,
But also within...

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It was a taste of heaven that taste so sweet,it reminded me of floating on cloud nine. It smelt and tasted oh so sweet, somehow...

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Summer rain from darkened clouds pouring
Like the windows of heaven have opened
After the blasting heat, so welcomed, adoring,
Waves of hell from Satan’s seething broken,

No lightning...

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In that late August morning
millions of eyes were crying
for the death of their king...
they longed for his voice that was beyond thrilling!
Elvis' life suddenly ended...

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This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
nsync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks,...

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