Metaphor August Poems

The broken piggy bank
strewn into a bajillion little pieces

Unexpected largesse
yours truly patiently waits,
a metaphor of my dire financial straits
courtesy papa's unsuspecting muse
the missus, this wordsmith...

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Hide and seek the darkness, concealed tightly within my light 
Deeply veiled my calling card, invisible the ink with which I write
Love's not all lost,...

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Cut to the chase after tan hat man!

Though reading horror stories 
gearing up as strawberry spring fest
full throttle danse (macabre),
an only every now and again...

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first flowers adorn
       beauty september eager ... 
        in oddest august...

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To the winner, the medal
never full glory...
To the conqueror, the spoils
never hearts and souls...!
Winners and Conquerors,
they are human...not olympics ,
     ...

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Doors slam, windows crack,
letter flap inhales a fatal
wind.
Breastplate rusty dragon bearing scars.
House keys, credit cards, raybans close to hand.
Faux fur on the rack for noble...

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After most recent shower,
and particularly washing hair
(then shaking head
analogous to sopping wet dog
drying her/himself after a bath),
I immediately said helloo
to Long lasting fragrance Suave
essentials Daily...

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See the girls on the corner 
In tight tanks 
And micro minis
Popping gum
Locking eyes 
Driving boys wild
See the sunlight 
Outline their curls in gold
Memories of...

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This morning
          sunday of august,
          it rained...

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If you think July is bad,
Perhaps you have forgot.
There’s no relief in August.
It’s really just as hot.

Even if you like the heat,
There’s just no celebration.
Unless...

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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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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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Woke up with roses 
Their company puts me at ease 

The morning sun kisses them 
Adding color to my bleached walls 

Woke up with their...

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Amniotic emerging 
Language judged based on merit
Tragedies on Earth occurring
Very few are those caring
People with messianic spirits 
Goals in the messuage 
Faith only brings untidy...

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aye …

on such
divine evenings, thus,
are perfect odes not freely spun?
the Perseids, dancing their
jocund jigs -
capricious, evanescent stripes of
golden ire under a tapestry
of wonders …
watching rapt,...

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