Journey August Poems

Jesus Is The Reason For Every Day And Night

April 17th 2024
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Fair is a word tossed between us,
quick breaths across wet teeth—
a fleeting agreement that nothing ever is,
except for our burning complexions
beneath the relentless, arid graze...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU X

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Forbearing the night
with its growing brilliance: 
the summer moon.
—Tsukioka Yooshi (1839-1892)...

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Homeless

Tears sizzle-n-swelter
From the Arizona sun
While Mercedes, Bentleys,
And Porches proceed …
Homeless can’t … move on. 

Triple digit asphalt
Skin turns a crusty shade
Passer “buyers” ignore strife
Pass judgement...

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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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today shadows summer
change of weather
whispers of passage
nature’s call
living and dying
stillness of clouds
angels linger
old loves
never die
whisper winds
story of august
winds whisper
die never
loves old
linger angels
clouds of stillness
dying and...

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On this rainy august morning
a feeling of revelation came to me...
 I realized that we are privileged
for having a  festive table that feeds us,
while...

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At a time
Where
I planted more seeds
Than thoughts
I could barely plant myself

My blinds 
Were silken dyed cloths
Magpies and swallows 
Knew it
Something wanted to die
In my arms

Rarely...

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In hot August I’ll make my departure,
the trembling freshman imposter,
to dance with unknown partners,
in our quests to join the rosters
of future scholars and doctors.

Like Columbus...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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MY AUGUST VISITOR

Majestic:   Venerable and Noble class act;
               ...

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Laugh is my inner sense to
sense this senseless world
goal of winning is not a goal to
but just to make myself mold

refresh button is laughter and...

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meandering
in the tall grasses
of late summer



posted on July 5, 2019...

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Bus ride
Little boy plays with his thumb
Bending
Straightening
Giggles and giggles
In pure joy
Sitting beside
I look at my hands
They look ugly and tired
Evil too
All sweetness taken away
Nothing left...

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My Mother was born on October 3, 1916, and died on August 6, 1997.
She would have been over a hundred years of age. I (we)...

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