I was born in August, no July, 1908.
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The Dog Days Of Summer
June arrived just yesterday, or so it
seemed to be. All that's left is one
more day, then June is history. July
can hardly wait to get here, it's almost
at our door. The days will get much
hotter, then it was the month before.
Just as we're getting used to July, it
too, will be on it's way. Around the
corner lies August, which can make
you rue, the day. If you think July was
hot, August is the worst by far. It's hard
to escape it's sweltering heat, no matter
who you are. You can take a dip in the
ocean, if you enjoy having a steam bath.
The water will never be cold, as August,
unleashes it wrath. Here it is, the
wonderful days of summer. Even though
we look forward to it, it can also be quite
a bummer!
poem by Audrey Heller
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But there's so much kludge, so much terrible stuff, we are at the 1908 Hurley washing machine stage with the Internet. That's where we are. We don't get our hair caught in it, but that's the level of primitiveness of where we are. We're in 1908.
quote by Jeff Bezos
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Delay
now, we have the September.
is clear and solar
but he likes the July,
not to say the August.
then everything is so kind,
all warm and cosy.
oh well, a September
it is a September.
doesn't worry about it
isn't taking over.
is taking the other
wall diary out
of the drawer is.
he is hanging up
and he is placing
the appropriate date still
and is raising
oneself spirit.
everyone are in September
and he still in August,
not to say in July
so he is able to be delayed
until pleasantly
it is getting at very thought
I... mainly,
I am entire year... in May.
poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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The Sunny Months
Poets write of May and June,
But seldom mention warm July,
And August is neglected too
Is this because few words will rhyme?
July and August spell out summer
When children play upon the sand,
Away from lessons ~ life is joyful,
Free from teacher's binding hand.
September is a lovely month
Leaves take flight along the lane.
Summer's over, back to lessons
School friends smiling once again.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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The Weaving (Love Poem)
July was always the month for me. I cling
to July as if there are no doubts about
July. I feel human enough and animal enough
in July. I identify with those harvests flying
just above the rock walls, and then bursting
from themselves into the ground, into each other.
I'm talking about a plain garden with apricots
and lemons, where the cicadas play in the sage but never
show their watery guitars. And what is that harvest
all about? Their music is a harvest, an overflowing
harvest, whether those musicians and their instruments
are visible, or not.
I'm saying I have everything in July. I'm saying
that July is the birth of it. July
the spiders born in the camellias. July
the hummingbird and the olive―
and that's Linda Janakos' hummingbird
asleep in her lap, that's Linda Janakos' olive,
the one with the breast inside of it.
This is what my sister stitched
to the weaving inside her brother's head.
poem by Doren Robbins
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Do Not Ask
Don’t remind the August sky
how you used to love July,
and even if you should remember
August skies when it’s September,
don’t brood on them, for they have gone,
and you should only dwell upon
the skies that you see now above.
It’s just the same, of course, with love;
what love you may have lost is not
what you should think of, hot to trot
with someone new who takes your fancy.
It’s not a sign of sycophancy
to tell her that you’ve never seen
a girl more beautiful, or been
more happy than you are with her.
Forget the past which, de rigueur,
is just the past, and don’t see shrouds
in skies where there are sometimes clouds.
What's past you must forget and bury;
look up, ahead and now be merry!
Inspired by the lyrics of “Many a New Day, ” quoted in John Steele Gordon’s review of “The Complete Lyrics of Oscar Hammerstein II, ” edited by Amy Asch (“Getting to Know You, Mr. Hammerstein, ” NYT, December 25,2008) :
Many a light lad may kiss and fly,
A kiss gone by is bygone.
Never’ve I asked an August sky, 'Where has last July gone? '
Never’ve I wandered through the rye, wondering where has some
guy gone;
Many a new day will dawn before I do!
12/25/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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My dad was born in Chicago in 1908... his parents came from Russia. They settled in Chicago, where they lived in a little tiny grocery store with eight or nine children - in the backroom all together - and my grandmother got the idea to go into the movie business.
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My entire life has really revolved around music that was written about the time that I was born, 1908, to just before the First World War and shortly after it. This music I've always known, and it is that music that's most important to me.
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July....
July is the month where the families get the barbeque grills fired up.
July is the month where the night sky is light up with fire works.
July is the month where many families go out of town to be with family.
July is the month where many kids are dreary because it’s a month away for school.
July is the month where America gets to celebrate its independence from England.
July is the month where many people are dying of the heat of the summer.
July is my favorite month because it’s the time that I get to be myself around my family.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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Laying Back - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sitting Duck - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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My Heart Is In July
shifting away from June's bud
to leave dandelions scattered in the yard
this dawn of July
marks the end of a lie
a lie from past season
for a strong reason
in July
robin will make herself shy
and cover her reddish breast
with her celestial hued crest
then flap her wings to fly
close against the sky
i want to kiss July
and make July
lasting forever
in beauty but not ephemeral
i will preserve July
on my canvas and with magic brush
so that she will be enthralled and blush
i will paint July
with charming colour
so that she will be captured in delight
and her soul enraptured
because my heart is in July.
poem by Niji Chrys
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Cook in June and July, dish it out in August and September.
Sitting Bull - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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August is the dying month
August is the dying month
When hot July struggles to keep her hold
Moving toward a hopeless chilled September
Pretending to be summer
As if children heading back to school stir the cold from the sky
It is a refined deceiver
August is a butterfly crushed on a roadway
One side dead to the pavement
The other is still vibrantly flutteringly alive
Fighting to fly away but it’s fate is already sealed
It is a delicate executioner
August is the month colors trickle from trees
A first leaf unnoticed tumbles
Sheepishly the others will shortly follow
Shamefully they will drift to the ground
It is a subtle destroyer
August is 6 PM
The disillusion of a day realized
Dinners to be eaten alone
Murky dark mixes with the daylight
Spitting out gloomy gray
It is a sophisticated betrayer
August is the death rattle
Demise by means of a Fall
Stealing gaped mouth last breaths
Swallowing everything into its earth
Coughing back a cold winter in return.
poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
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Dates
Fourth of July
Or the Fifteenth
Of August
What difference
Does it make to me?
Wherever I go
Whatever I do
Is there any
Freedom for
Me from thee?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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It Was July
I am resurrected, after dying for want of you,
It all came down upon me in sunny July,
Where had you gone, I wish I knew,
That I care no more, should come as no surprise,
I can live without you now,
It's like I never loved you at all,
The numbness seeped in after my death,
It was in July, if you recall,
Things were fine in May and June,
I don't know what I did wrong,
But in July you sang a different tune,
And you left me all alone,
My heart once again belongs to me,
As I look back to last July,
The sunshine once again I see,
No tears to cloud my eyes,
So let me stay as you left me,
I won't even say goodbye,
You're now a fading memory,
But I'll never forget July,
poem by Vallerie Lobell
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August Breezes
Golden prairie fields
caressed by August breezes
softly call your name.
July, 2010
poem by Robert Charles Howard
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August....
August is the month for kids it’s the last few weeks of freedom before a new school year begins.
August is the month where many parents are excited that its here cause they don’t want their kids home alone.
August is the last month before fall begins.
August is the only month that has fewer holidays than most months.
August is the month where most teens are happy because it means that it’s the last school year for most.
August is the month that I really don’t care for but I also like as well.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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Leon Takes Us Outside
Valentines day, 25, june, 16th,
Wednesday, july 6th, 20, 0, 20, 15,
Martin luther king day, june 18th, june 6th,
Wednesday, august 18th, 9th, 1999, 12,
Nicholas, august, wednesday, 13th,
Sunday, 5th, march,
October, january,
October 13th, wednesday,
Martin luther king day,afternoon,
In view of nothing, 20, 0, 1, late winter,
Martin luther king day, 12, 16, august, wednesday, 13th,
Friday, 7, june.
song performed by by David Bowie
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