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Honey I Am Home

My journey complete kneeling at your feet
Honey I'm home and kneeling before your throne 
Such a glorious feat, finding the proper seat 

On arrival day will be my final tweet 
Knowing that I have laid the cornerstone 
My journey complete kneeling at your feet 

A sip of dew never tasted so sweet 
Knowing that I will never be alone 
My journey complete kneeling at your feet 

My heart sings a song pumping a new beat 
Forgotten it has how to groan and moan 
Such a glorious feat, kneeling at your feet

Feel I do the fires of loving heat 
Forever burnng from seeds you have sown
Such a glorious feat, kneeling at your seat
 
Shorten the days until that final greet 
Honey I'm home cause my love and heart you own 
My journey made complete kneeling at your feet
Such a glorious feat, kneeling at your seat



****** Dr. Rahm Metha's Honey I'm Home Poetry Contest ******


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A belated welcome home

Written in 1981 after attending a Viet Nam veterans welcome home parade.

They march in step without a cadence call
and wear old uniforms, if they still fit,
recalling days when they were standing tall.

Five services, they represent them all; 
a few in rolling chairs, required to sit.
They march in step without a cadence call.

On their parade a somber rain did fall,
but these were warriors not inclined to quit;
while some men heard the drummer not at all.

The flagless streets and silence they recall;
now greeted with a smile instead of spit.
They march in step without a cadence call.

On skeptic ears polite applause did fall,
for causes lost, but not their part in it;
while some men heard the drummer not at all.

The tears for those who died will ever fall
belatedly, a candle now was lit.
While some men hear the drummer not at all,
they march in step without a cadence call.


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Take Me Home

Take me home, oh take me home to stay
To a weary heart some comfort bring
Let me rest , I long for yesterday...

Years have past , the sky is turning gray
For me soon the bells of death will ring
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

In my youth's folly I went away
Now to the past my thoughts do cling
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I thought to conquer the world one day
But instead I felt the serpent's sting
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

Just let me smell life's old bouquet
And remember old songs  to sing
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I see the light of home so far away
And the thrush upon its silent wing
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
Let me rest, I long for yesterday.


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Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war

Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war

One or the other has to give in a tug of war
If for altruistic reasons you invite the foreigner
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

You cannot make him feel welcome if you bar
His goat his god his concubine from your door
One or the other has to give in a tug of war

Some men cannot move without saddling altar
On their backs even if you protest as a martyr
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

The guest might share your bed with daughter
Though not the status his god reigns superior
One or the other has to give in a tug of war

He could barter his tongue for your own by law
But never the way he prays nor his women’s wear
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

The host not the guest has to give in a tug of war
If he knew the guest had come to stay forever
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
In order to accommodate the guest from afar

©  T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


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Old Age at Home

You are one issue, born  out of my  tissue
be blessed with all the Glories and beauties of life
peace, happiness and  success I wish you

Remember still I was thirty and just born you
Parted  love and left  our only love sign, my wife  
You are one issue, born  out of my  tissue 

To render my duties, you sacrifice young  beauties too
As I ignored my youth for you childhood should not strife
peace happiness and  success I wish you

Old  old man’s burden on shoulders of old man new
Medicines , health drinks, bills and dippers  in rife
You are one issue, born  out of my  tissue

an overdose of medicine can be  fatal I knew
my nerves tender and lying there a knife
peace happiness and  success I wish you

Thought , experience, joys and tasks just like a dew
Just being and breathing feeling the bliss is true life
You are one issue, born  out of my  tissue
peace happiness and  success I wish you


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Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
There where you first blink your own coffin you have to nail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Hounded by carnal goals and bound fast by your fate innate
The hammer that pounds the nails in your blood without fail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

The long arm of fate can reach you through the friendly state
The Wanderer has no place he calls home but the un-walled jail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Neither lust nor love can spare the place’s trap or fumigate
The quick flaming grass that traps you on the mountain trail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

You may nurse the cow in you be not gruff never joke nor prate
Nor vie with otherland hosts where other unjust ways prevail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Nor claim the imported god incarnates the only Law in the State
Sack burn pillage and plunder the recumbent host’s Holy Grail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
 
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


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Take Me Home-repost



Take Me Home Take me home, oh take me home to stay To a weary heart some comfort bring Let me rest , I long for yesterday... Years have past , the sky is turning gray For me soon the bells of death will ring Take me home, oh take me home to stay... In my youth's folly I went away Now to the past my thoughts do cling Let me rest, I long for yesterday... I thought to conquer the world one day But instead I felt the serpent's sting Take me home, oh take me home to stay... Just let me smell life's old bouquet And remember old songs to sing Let me rest, I long for yesterday... I see the light of home so far away And the thrush upon its silent wing Take me home, oh take me home to stay Let me rest, I long for yesterday


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Here You Are At Home

Waking spirit free to roam,
Wander in this heart;
Here you are at home.

Here you are at home
To to paint a waking art;
You do not rise alone.

Deep, the stars of night are sown--
Truth is but a start;
Whispered words unknown.

See, the morning light has grown!
Shadows fall apart;
Dear, my heart is known.

What the breath of night has shown,
I breathe with all my heart.
Hope is all I've known.

Now we speak, so un-alone;
Here we raise the start.
Waking spirit free to roam,
Here you are at home.





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Road To Home

Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Sun dried each day of your long useful life
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Those dark green fields that are wide leads to wrong
Not warmth, love, understanding, only strife
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home

Harder to climb, narrower close to home
Nearer, nearer begin to see great sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Drawing, drawing come, long hill top see dome
There are friends, family, offering life
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home

The fields were greener, there was fun, the songs
Offering entertainment  glitter sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Now sights focused on heavenly song
Lights brighter at end of the narrow way
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Over dark green fields no more will I roam