Lonely 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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A streak of moonlight, a mystic long, narrow lonely light
A balcony, hung up with an absolute emptiness. No one. None.
I was trying to find coping...

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At the dextrous flick of a pliant switch,
or some hue laden buoyant platform,
building sturdy grey grain bridges, 
thin veil barren vacuum putative, 
in a distant...

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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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As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
Mists linger ‘til midmorning, caressing trees
It's evident that the temperature slowly drops,
For a chill is accompanying the August breeze.

Slight...

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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 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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the raindrops  commit suicide  on the window
as if they wanted to wash the goodbye signs
with the blood of the water,
- the rain today...

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We are no longer gossiping beside a brimming river 
The cold within us gradually turns to ice 
Forgetting humanity, we live insside the walls of...

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The Looney Toon August Moon
David J Walker

Blame it on the moon 

The monthly insanities 
The nightly vanities 

The comings
The going 

the longings 
In lonely mornings...

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Lonely rain is my lonely ten centuries
Why did I see a rain when I was nine years old
I feel that the young man feels lonely...

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A diverse array of flora and fauna reign majestic 
in vivid tawny imagery of shifting sand dunes 
and barren rocks-- sixteen miles
from the golden rays...

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My room is a mess - it's an archaeological record of boredom.
Christmas, Christmas, come on Christmas.
It's 4 days 'til Christmas. Why don't I go to...

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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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Running this way and that, in search of some adventure new
The roads ran their course with flatirons the ruts not few
Over hill, mountain, river, valley,...

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