Lyric August Poems

Maybe twice is not good enough
For even eagles have to learn to soar
And if this piece is not good enough
Grapes are good although their taste...

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My thumbs pressed on the trigger.
The M-2 bucked its load.
I squinted down the barrel
And watched his head explode.
An early morning ambush,
A steaming Luzon hell,
For Ferdi...

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It was a hot Sunday afternoon in Vienna, Missouri…

If I’da been a gentleman, I would a turned my back
When I got to the swimmin’ hole...

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From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash,
I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions as they wander every ink shade hue  pathway.
Bag lady street hail loner, water...

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When your roots are uprooted
And your rose is dethorned 
And your seed is aborted
Before it's been born

Don't is just kill you
For a while it was...

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Are we still dreaming and hoping
that nothing changes our longing,
or what we have envisioned?
Is it a paradise wrongly imagined,
or something soon to be realized? 
Can...

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I’m over it like jump rope...

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August 28th 1968*
Written: by Tom Wright
3/20/2014

Without joy I faced a mountainous rise,
A pale rider had entry into my day.
Sitting astride, the specter of my demise,
No...

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In flashbacks, I read 
our beautiful memories- light-hearted chatter, laughter.
I hum the songs we once sang together.
I remembered
You, who I don't talk to anymore.

Felt the...

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Beethoven to roll over,
     dee composing
     (sans my zany brainy adherence
     to "FAKE"...

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I wrote this as I travelled my life not sure or knowing where I have been.somewhere down a southbound track I made my way through...

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Moist with evenfall
A scented flower in full bloom
Breaking July’s last darkness

Its murmuration
In absence
Like silence in a broken glass

Rippling echoes
Penetrating
Through ephemeral shadows

Spilling letters
And undaunting rhythms
Too dense...

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Verse-1
Yesterday I was thinkin' bout my childhood days
Wondering how we got where we are today
The world has gotten crazy, ain't like it used to be
Family...

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I find you in a Morning's dew,
A rising sun,
The moon anew.

I find you in a pouring rain.
Percussing blacktop;
Dancing in vain. 

I find you lying 'neath...

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Heavy, golden days of August calling,
Wisper to my first age: a garth so sweet,
A blasted orchard with petals falling
to Earth corrupt, where dust and love...

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