Long August Poems
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Two young nudists went to lie down and bask
Along came a cop who took them to task
Thought they broken the law
For basking in the raw
Then the cop said" you're not wearing face masks"...
The nudists thought it was some kind of jest
Both cursed the cop and started to protest
Reinforcements were called
The nudists were appalled
When they were charged and placed under arrest...
They were both before the judge the next day
To the young nudists he had this to say
"Maskless face is a crime
So you will both do time"
They got four years and were taken away...
And two more from Belle Bellevue
Wonder if the cop's prudish or a creep
Who just couldn't resist taking a sly peep
Was the mask excuse
To get a good view
Does he count naturists when he can't sleep.
Four years is too long for not wearing masks
Who the devil pays their keep one might ask
We all well know who
It's us, me and you
Free bed and board, it's not bad for a bask.
Written 15th August 2021
~~Earthsong~~
We live and walk upon you each day.
We adore the scent and freshness of new mown hay.
From your deep, secret soils, flowers sprout.
We smell their flowers, and with joy, we shout!
Trees bearing fruits, a most God-given delight.
Plus tall trees extending fingers, touching stars at night.
Insects within you do both crawl and live.
Rain falls upon you and you act like a sieve.
Sheep, cows, lambs upon you, do eat and run.
God's creatures, great and small, under the sun,
You are our souls' true, verdant harmony.
Ever growing, forever thankful to thee..we,humanity!
August 18, 2020
8am PST
A delight for female eyes was his gorgeous face and strong physique;
His dark eyes lured them in, but his kisses left them spellbound.
The beauty of his skin could but briefly hide his fickle heart.
One summer he met at last the woman who could claim his heart -
A lovely Aphrodite to match this young Adonis.
With her wiles, she beguiled him, and his flighty heart then grew devout.
From June to July, boundless seemed their rapture; how they loved . . .
in brilliant fields of daffodils; on amber sand beneath the moon!
By August, he was on one knee with a diamond ring in hand.
Red anemones bloom in the garden where he saw her last.
The Aphrodite he hoped to wed was someone else instead -
Brawn and beauty are not all; a wise Athena finished their fling.
For Deb's Sijo Strings Contest
As Autumn’s breeze caresses the forest
there is a mellow sadness to her movement,
for fallen leaves beneath my feet
crumble to flakes of brown, the tears of trees.
Past midnight
in morning’s quietest hours,
just before the lids flicker from dawn's pale eyes,
the dew stiffens to icy crystals,
heavy enough to imitate a first thin snow;
tender blooms crisp, then wilt, before the warming sun.
Jack Frost, skating past the pumpkin harvest,
blows upon his bony fingers,
blizzard breath a rising cloud about his frigid face,
eyes arched in gelid glee;
he can return to his old haunts and habits,
chasing little creatures into burrows and hollows.
His glacial crackle coats the pond,
a skim of ice like frozen laughter from a poor joke
and winter is born anew.
Copyright, August 21, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
(As a child I was nicknamed Andie Pandie for the panda bear that I liked so much, one reason why I chose to do my ode for this animal. Also I was born in September, just like most pandas, and am a bit big boned too!)
September is my birth month and so it is because
my kind has some restrictiveness to its breeding laws!
For reasons unbeknownst to me, there only is one way
for us to meet, and so we only mate from March to May.
Our mothers carry us for just several months and then
in August or September we arrive inside our den.
So small and hairless at my birth, I’d make you smile, “Awww.”
My mama cradled me inside the palm of just one paw!
In two months I could see, and then I quickly learned to walk.
I ate bamboo at just eight months, and here is how I talk:
I chirp, or like a kid, I bleat; I croak, squeak, honk or growl.
And if I roar, it’s like a “huff;” for sure, I do not howl!
My mama nursed me eighteen months, then sent me on my way.
In one of China’s twelve preserves I can be found today.
The bamboo that we love grows in a patch and when it’s done,
We need to then uproot ourselves and find another one.
As people build more farms and cities, we then lose our space.
We need you humans’ help so we can move from place to place.
For Yangtze Basin to conserve bio diversity,
this economic central region has to include me!
I’m China’s treasure and the world’s! Who doesn’t know my name?
For fifty years my picture gave World Wildlife Fund its fame.
So help this big boned animal who rarely touches meat.
I’m just a Kung-fu giant “bear cat,” black and white and sweet!
For Amy Green's "Ode to the Endangered" contest
As I open the window on the chartreuse lawn,
the melody of the rustling dry leaves I hear
singing ‘the scorching summer is now gone’,
I listen the falling footsteps of autumn clear.
The hazy screen of summer dust blows away,
satin sky radiates the rays of aquamarine allure.
Clumps of cloud turning cotton white from grey,
sail shapeless across the span of serene azure.
Lemon leaves of trees absorb the autumn colors fast,
get painted tangerine and saffron before they fall,
knowing the dance of hues on them won’t ever last,
for they would disappear soon at the winter’s call.
The blades of amethyst grass on the lavender meadow
wear at sparkling dawn the pearly crown of radiant dew.
In the crimson splay of the watermelon sun they glow,
as the autumn horizon raises another dainty day new.
When the sky will soak up the lilac sunset splinters,
in my heart the shimmer of coral twilight will flow.
I will hold it for my days of looming dismal winter,
for the touch of warmth of the autumn afterglow.
April 13, 2021
Contest : Changing Colors
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
August 25, 2021
Brian Strand's Contest : A Brian Strand Rime Me
August 4 Scripture Meditations Based on Jeremiah 39-45
Key Verse – Jeremiah 39:18 For I will surely deliver thee, and thou shalt not fall by the sword, but thy life shall be for a prey unto thee: because thou hast put thy trust in me, saith the LORD.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DELIVERING ME
Thank You for delivering me from hell
Now, I’m bound to Your kingdom, eternally well…
Help me then Your Gospel tell
With salvation’s message of assurance-bell.
Thank You for delivering me from fright
Now, I’m secured by Your presence, intimately near with delight…
Help me then Your light to bear upon faith’s height
With truth salvation’s radiance so bright.
Thank You for delivering me from soul’s poverty
Now, I’m enriched with Your provisions, constantly plenty…
Help me then Your blessings share against threats of scarcity
With heart’s joy and glad sincerity.
Thank You for delivering me from selfishness
Now, I’m transformed by Your kingdom, gradually unto selflessness…
Help me then Your work support along earnest willingness
With surrender’s response along obedient submissiveness.
Thank You for delivering me from evil
Now, I’m guarded around Your holiness, morally civil…
Help me then Your goodness testify despite reproaches of the Devil
With triumph’s strength upon divine anvil.
Thank You for delivering me from sin-torture
Now, I’m pardoned along Your forgiveness, spiritually kept in Your nurture…
Help me then Your peace show against hypocrisy of human nature
With kindness’ commitment toward compassion-venture.
Thank You for delivering me from guilt
Now, I’m cleansed by Your righteousness, graciously built…
Help me then Your promises trust since they cannot wilt
With conviction’s might, anchored by Your force that will never tilt.
August 4, 2022
What if I can't get out of one
to squeeze into the next?
My son and husband fish
while I sew the table runner
badly back at home
My dying dog looks at me
sarcastically
from between
dirty couch cushions
But before I sat to sew,
I dreamt I ran down hallways
of beige obscurity
Bowie’s ’Labyrinth’
did not invite me
I have to trim
the leaves of cucumber plants
tomorrow
to keep my life in order
In this dream,
I find perfectly aligned
portraits of Presidents
Those dripping clocks never melt
and crooked tables are still good
for Russian Bank and War
(card games)
Ben beats me every time
"The Persistence of Memory"
is always yours, Dali
It is August of another year
and the mockingbirds
keep singing
The same neglected siblings
are biking down the hill at nine
The boy belts out "I know why you run!"
(when | came down the hill)
"I know I can run faster!
My lamps are already upside down
where Heaven is supposed to be
Shoes never take me
where I want to be
But the goldenrod is growing
I see it on the greenway
coming home
A barred owl changes branches
in a mimosa tree
God did I ever tell you
How you hurt me so
Did you ever wonder?
Why I had to go!
Even though I was sowing all the right seeds
Love, peace and compassion
Still you bought me to my knees!
You say you know a person
When you look inside their heart
But I think you judged me wrongly
From the very start!
I’m full of admiration and very caring too
And even when I’m swearing
I’m still the one you knew!
But now my heart is broken
And very torn apart
My mind is somewhat shaky
Not thinking very sharp!
I asked you give me wisdom
And make me very smart
Instead you gave laughter
And a jolly little heart!
Now I understand you
And the gifts that you do bring
It’s to make others joyful
With the blessings that I sing
So thank you Lord for teaching
Hard lessons in my life
They bought me many blessings
And a gorgeous sexy wife!
C Copyright 6th August 2013 K.C.Leake
The Grave Stone
Many years ago I went to the cemetery to find
my brother`s grave, but he had not been dead long
and had no stone. I was sent a picture, his stone is big
full name and in loving memory, the whole clan must have
chipped in it looked costly.
I felt slightly envious I can get a big stone too if I pay
for it now, the blue marble will be lovely.
I`m hesitant to invest in my stone, just in case I live
Longer than expected. You never know with people like me
I have all illnesses you can think of, but I keep waking up
In the morning, eat breakfast and take my medicine
and as usual, I`m grumpy, complaining I don`t laugh much
but I`m here to everyone’s chagrin.