MONTH OF AUGUST

I’m not trying to be a journalist
Don’t need to tell the whys of August
It’s way too hot to have a wanderlust
Rather sit in my recliner and stare like a bust
Let the air conditioner on my bones gust
No need to glare at the bill with disgust
Like it or not this heat you can distrust
But guess what….
This is only the start of August

Sam Tumblin©

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  BE READ BY SAM TUMBLIN

  Why when we are dead It’s the only time we can be read Stretched out on that table Directing all fables That’s when the mortician Assumes two position Figuring what led you to lay Was it health or dismay Later stitch you back Embalming fluid to now pack You have now been read All the […]

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  CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DANCE

  CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DANCE Close your eyes and dance the night with me Spin you round and round until you feel free Make you feel like you’re in a far away place Swinging in each others arms to the tones with grace Don’t want this night to never ever come to an end I […]

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  JOURNEY

  JOURNEY I started this journey a long time ago Living life aimlessly no place to go So much pain no one to confide Until I let you into my mind I tried to hideYou say that’s strange let it be You say that’s strange let it beCause you always will be therefor me Cause you […]

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  WHISPERS SLIPPING AWAY
  WHISPERS SLIPPING AWAY It’s all just whisphers slipping away If you say you love me but never say Maybe this a game you always play Kiss’em and love’em than go astray This is not how this suppose to be I want to hear your voice indefinitely You will always be mines for eternity Can’t you… Read more: WHISPERS SLIPPING AWAY
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  EYES OPEN
  EYES OPEN My eyes are open but really still closed Trying to block out what irks I once supposed Lost dreams and passion that I longed to be The years flashed so fast sad no fulfillment for me My eyes are open but really still closed Trying to block out what irks I once supposed… Read more: EYES OPEN

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Only the Start of August

I’m not trying to be a journalist,
No need to explain the whys of August.
It’s far too hot to chase a wanderlust;
I’d rather sink into my recliner like a bust.

Let the air conditioner cool my bones,
While summer claims the world it owns.
No need to glare at the power bill with disgust—
In this relentless heat, comfort is a must.

Like it or not, this season tests our trust;
The blazing sun leaves little but dust.
Yet before you think we’ve seen the worst…

Remember—

This is only the start of August.