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Going Home

Going Home



There’s been so many things
That I’ve run from
Been so many things 
That I have run to
 
Some times with open arms
Sometimes on my knees
The dusty pavements and paths
Have welcomed me

Searching in the dark
By match burnt candle light
Walking in the tunnels
Of too bright sun light

Tracks which lead to the mountain head
Where thin air led my heart
Back to the valleys 
Where you slept

Through barren grass 
So many in their fields
Just veins inside a forest floor
Wandering forever lost

To the sea the roads have brought me
To the waves which can only show me
A map to guide me
Back to you

And on the tourist clouds 
Which escape at sunset
On the freedom breeze 
Where their colours breathe me
I no longer roam
I find my way back home

While the foot prints that I leave 
No longer matter
The sands of time 
Lost to their own desert
Just a life inside an hourglass

I haven’t roamed on these bridges 
Of forever
Just to end the single thread 
Which has lead me
Balanced on the tight rope 
Of your heart

And it may be the freezing rain 
Which comes to batter
And there may be no light at all 
Upon the road
Still the tower of your love 
Still shines there before me
A compass to guide me on

And on the day 
When the sun billows into being
And the sails of love 
Will find my tired feet
When your hand is no longer the ghost 
Which saves me
But a palm that reaches out 
To feel my own

I will no longer roam
I will have found my way 
Back home

Copyright © colin mitchell williams

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Memories

Alone on a mountain top, she quietly sits.
Looking down below lies a dark pit.
On the other side runs a river next to a valley so green.
Pretty flowers everywhere, it’s the most beautiful scene

Overhead the birds are singing as they all fly by.
The setting of the sun adds a beautiful contrast to the colour of the sky.
Animals on the field playing around all so carefree.
This is the place she calls her own, a place to escape reality.

She closes her eyes for a minute, n the memories come flooding in.
Memories of her childhood days, life then was like a dream.
Climbing on the mango trees, making swings out of old tyres
Hide and seek in the garden and playing with toys made outta wires.

Sliding down the banks with old crates and cardboards.
Not missing an episode of star wars and playing with toy swords.
Running around bare feet n not worried about any cuts n bruises.
Having fun in all our games no matter who wins or loses.

Rushing home after school to catch her fav cartoons.
Sunday morning trips to the beach n been there till late in the afternoon.
Holidays and special occasions always celebrated with family and friends.
She opened her eyes n wished those days had never ended.

The sun had finally set, it was time for her to go.
But she will be back here soon, of that she sure knows.
For this is where she finds serenity, her place to be alone.
A place she feels free and far away from home.

She heads on back, an hour’s drive away.
She felt reluctant to leave, she wished she cud of stayed.
But she enjoys the long drive home as she passes a forest of trees
This is how she forgets about her pain by reliving the special memories. . 

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj

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NOT JUST ANY SUNSET

NOT   JUST   ANY   SUNSET

This lunar sunset was what he’d most miss  -
They always said death was like this : 
Slo-mo and black-and-white
Like an old movie trite.
It had happened to him twice before : then
At rush hour on the G15 highway outside Shenzhen        (1)
In his new red car when he was twenty;
And again on the pad at Dongfeng  launch facility -       (2)
An accidental fire in the cabin and abort
When the oxygen supply fell short.

The sun had glared at him all day from the black night  
Familiar stars visible, coloured bright. 
He ran through his old lectures in his head
The cool ones - yellow  orange, red,   
The hot ones which stare  and emblazon,
As everything slips slowly down to the western horizon.
No loss of heat from sun, but shadows lengthening  now,
Black, black, lengthening inky shadow.  

His pen wrote fast across his paper notepad  deformed
But the inky marks now in Pudonghua  formed                 (3)
As his English slipped away.
He’d been here so long . . . . a month?  A day?
Day is 15 earth days,  night is 15 nights
And sunset  lasts a whole earth day bright


Moon was full, his earth was darkened, like night.
A blue watery ball with edges of light:
While the earth eclipsed the sun  
A red halo around his spinning home was spun.  
Sun’s entry on earth’s western limb made  slow 
Red flares - crowns -  as the solar disk slid low,
And earth’s red light bathed itself  on white rocks beside,
He felt a last touch of home inside.

So unlike his own sunsets of the past
In his home in Guangzhou, seen last                            (4)
Over the Pearl River delta with bent light                    (5)
At  the heavy monsoon rains’  height.
This taikonaut’s  last sunset . . . . . his radio dead,        (6)
His pen drops, and he slowly nods his head,
As sun’s warm arms envelope his earth fond,
And he slips his surly bonds.                                           (7)
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Notes
(1) A well-known dangerous highway in southern China
(2) Chinese equivalent to Kennedy Space Centre
(3) Pudonghua  (=Chinese) is the language spoken in southern China
(4) Major mega-city in southern China, near Hong Kong
(5) Pearl River is the river on which Guangzhou stands
(6) Astronaut = cosmonaut = taikonaut
(7) This line is closely modeled on a line in “HIGH FLIGHT”  by John  Magee

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Entered   in  Nancy Jones's Contest  "LOSERS"

Copyright © Sidney Beck

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Summer Vacation

I didn’t want to go on vacation
I would rather stay home with my friends
When does being treated like a baby
In this family come to an end!?

We went to a stupid hot beach
I don’t even know how to swim
I would rather be practicing basketball
Back home in the high school gym.

I sat moping on the beach all alone
As the sun was starting to set
We’d been here for all of three days
I wasn’t having any fun yet.

Then I noticed her walking by herself
Silhouetted against the red sky
Just on the edge of the water
I was speechless as she passed by.

I watched her walk down to the pier
Where she turned and started coming back
I went down to the edge of the water
Making sure I would be in her path.

 I was aware of this beautiful creature
Walking ever closer to me
Her blond hair gently dancing
Inspired by the ocean breeze.

She looked up and smiled as she passed
Slowing down for me to say, “Hi”
An opportunity I couldn’t respond to
As I simply let her pass by.

All night I stayed awake dreaming
Of this angel I saw on the shore
Silently thinking and scheming
What I would do if I saw her once more.

Next day I was on the beach early
To give my destiny a shot
I sat there searching and burning
The sun was so very hot.

Just when I was about to give up
And mope on back to my bed
I heard a sweet voice saying,
“Boy are you turning red.”

I’ll spare you all of the detail
From my steamy summer of love
When on a golden ray of sunshine
My future wife was sent from above.

Copyright © Joe Flach

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Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?

Copyright © Harold Grimes III

Details | Narrative | |

Home Awakens

The house sits silent. 

All but for the creaks and groans 

as the house settles on it’s aging foundation. 

The arthritic sound of wood. 

A faint hum from the refrigerator, 

is the backdrop, to the passing of time 

from the Grandfather clock in the hall. 

A cat sits on the stairwell landing. 

A silent witness to the night. 

It’s green eyes glowing softly, 

within the slash of moonlight. 

The gentle sounds of sleep 

come from the rooms above. 

The slow steady drip of a faucet, 

the only sound within the home. 

A breeze sweeps through an open 

French door, billowing, gauzy curtains. 

Carrying with it the scents 

of Honey suckle and Rose. 

The wood rope swing that hangs 

from the gnarled tree, is caught 

up in the nighttime breath, to cast about. 

The old rope squeaks it’s protest. 

The wind in the leaves rustle out 

their own soft song.  Singing to sleep 

the birds and small creatures of the day. 

Welcoming the night hunters. 

As the night passes and the sun begins to rise, 

so too the house awakens. 

The cat uncurls to stretch 

and head out the open door. 

the drip of the faucet, 

is now a steady stream, 

Washing off a face of sleep. 

From the kitchen, comes the smell 

of coffee freshly brewing. 

So starts the new day. 

The sun will ride this day's sky, 

to set once again. 

The house will settle anew, 

welcoming the night time stage. 

Copyright © Paula Swanson

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose

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My earth, my home

When every soul is getting older
And the trees are no longer green 
When the wind is getting warmer
Not as cool as it has been
Is this earth changing?

I love planet earth like a home
I dreamt of it comfortable so we can live safely and happy
Maybe all we need to do is to set our minds
For what God has been given to us 
Wrapped by this enormous roof called the blue sky
And instead of getting scared in the dark
God presented us with millions of crystal bulbs called the stars

The trees are our blankets
They absorbed each raindrop to keep us away from being cold
Protected us from the sun to keep us warm
Providing us with food and beauty
What made you doubt? 
That all things are blessed from heaven and yet we desert it

Sometimes I think that the old ways kept us on the right path
But the politic of currency has made us greed 
It’s always about staying alive 
Surviving ourselves from this malicious world
We all being brain washed by the wrong education 
And being raised by the misled tradition

What I used to know an old myth was told to me
They said that our old ancestors used to respect the nature
For what it has been given to all the living things
Having a spiritual communication with the sound of the wind
No one wonders it could keep the balance of the earth 
It’s still a long way to live in this earth so keep the balance

What made us changed?
What made us turned into some uncontrollable beings?
Many days we never notice that the earth is changing
We are too busy to build our own kingdom
While in afar, way from the place you are living
Some places have changed, some trees have gone, and some ices have melted
Why the winter is late this season?
Why the sun shines too bright, it hurts when it touches our skins?

If in my place, I feel so hot and dry
Imagine the children who are living in other part of the world
Living in hunger and in pain
Where maybe five years ago the country is burning by the sun
Imagine it now, how heat is the place

We’ve ruin the balance
In the old days, cutting trees is like cutting a soul
So our ancestors realized that there are boundaries
It’s the balance we have to keep
Because this earth is our home
And for the next generations, this earth is their home too.

look at the color of the green on the trees;
look how it move and dancing following the wind
feel how this hair of the earth comfort us from heat
and keep them within us, forever. 
because this earth is our home, let it always be

Copyright © Mony Reyna

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My Travels

My travels start 
Right here 
Deep in my mind
My travels take me just where
I please I don't have 
To leave my warm room

My travels start 
Sixteen sun
Beating down
Sinatra's crooning Jobim
And I'm just dreaming of my
Great romance to come

I don't need a little ticket
Tells me I can take the train
I don't even to risk it 
There's no blistering sun 
Or driving rain
And it's here that I remain

My travels end 
With a sweet 
And peaceful time
I've found such sense deep within
No more will I feel 
The need to go travelling again.

Copyright © Carl Halling

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The Dusk is Tricking Us Again

Whenever the sun goes home to sleep,
Man says 'today's labor is over'.
But I know the dusk is tricking us again.
Yet, who cares to give that trick a thought.


Man says 'today's labor is over;
A dreamy sleep is the only thing to reap'
But I know the dawn will soon rob me of my rest'
Yet, the weary man gives dusk trick no thought.


A dreamy sleep is the only thing to reap
After man has given the day his labor
But I know the dawn will soon rob me of my rest
For the dusk only trick us to look forward to its rest.


After man has given the day his labor,
I know the dusk will trick us again.
For it makes man look forward to its rest,
Whenever the sun goes home to sleep




11th August, '12
Just experimenting with the Pantoum form

Copyright © Modupe Sefunmi

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Before The Light

There are too many times when my eyes open and it’s still dark.

It’s useless to think that I’ll go back to sleep, and it’s no good at all to lay in bed and watch the passing parade of worries that comes marching down the Main Street of my mind. When I do that, the entertainment seems to take on its own life. The parade grows longer, more spectacular, with the noise of marching bands, my thoughts, growing louder. Clowns scurry ahead of the band leader, throwing red balls in the air. There are too many balls to count.

The best thing I can do for myself is to rise from my bed. But there are days when it seems too much to bear being home before the rest of the world rises. There’s just too much emptiness in my small house. 

I leave, escaping to DD's, where I sit and sip my coffee over a newspaper. Sometimes there are others sitting waiting for the light to come, too–like the woman who gives an animated “Hello” to everyone she meets, staring too long into our eyes. She takes out her cell phone to call a friend about the rashes on her legs. Something is biting her during the night. Raj and the other DD workers snicker, and I am drawn to–but at the same time repelled by–her morbid troubles.

Sometimes, in the winter, it seems as if the time I spend in the dark before the light comes is endless. I don’t think it’s normal for darkness to last so long; it’s probably one of the punishments for eating the apple in Eden.

I much prefer the early light of June and July, when the morning allows the gentle unfolding of life around me. Somehow, when the sun is in the sky at 6:30 a.m., a passing gasoline truck rattling my windows does not sound so lonely. Nor do I mind the sun revealing the stains from spring rains on my windows … or the birds loudly announcing their presence in the trees. Their manic chirping awakens schoolchildren eagerly counting down the days til summer.

When the darkness is especially long, and I have already sought out the comfort of others who cannot sleep, I will sometimes return home and do what I am so reluctant to do — sit still. I take up my position in a special chair near a window that looks out onto the street. I close my eyes and listen to the heated rhythms that only my body can make. My breath … my ins and outs.

But I wonder; why is it so hard to be still? Especially in the dark before the light.

Copyright © don munro

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A Day In The Sun

A Day In The Sun

Dr. James E. Martin

A day at the beach brought lots of fun, 
To all the kids, to everyone. 
With all the excitement everywhere, 
To excessive sunburn nobody cared. 

After hours of baking in the glaring sun, 
Some began noticing they were getting “well-done.” 
As they began nearing day’s end, 
Perhaps too much time they did there spend. 

The long ride home that afternoon 
Brought misery that would not end too soon. 
To have to sit in that confined space 
Made everyone long for another place.

Upon reaching home and journey’s end, 
To another matter they must now attend. 
As preparation was made for a peaceful night, 
A new realization brought much fright. 

As shirts were removed for a relaxing shower, 
All noticed the results of the sun’s power. 
Where once the skin had natural hue, 
Red, like a lobster, was all too true.
.

Copyright © DrJim Martin

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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe

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"Promise"

Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
Wounded
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
Answered
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Frozen

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...

Note: 

My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz

Copyright © Derek Ortiz

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a home called earth

it's green, blue and charming
i can feel the warm, moist of the ground
i was born here 'till the day when i die
a home called earth

the air that we breathe
the sun which brings life
the ground where the trees grow
the sea where we can feel the wave 

all are magical
all are beautiful
all are natural
all are gifts from heaven above

but we are too greedy
we build, we destroy, we consume the earth
with no regret with no satisfaction
in our home called earth

we don't remember when the rainy season should come
we never felt the sun shines too bright today
maybe we have lost our way
how can we destroy our home

we may look different and talk different
but you are my brother, my sister, my family
let us share more love to this earth 
a home called earth

Copyright © Mony Reyna

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Home

Isabel, the southern sea
Was kind to me, was motherly
Like home and cotton sheets

She had a still way about her
 With tiny tumbling waves 
Like Kiari’s dream, a reverie
She settled into me

Like a full stomach 
And well- deep dark eyes
She sent me to my knees
She makes me shy
She makes me weak
Her sun has got a hold on me 
cast out over the sea
And now that sun has captured  me
My illaudable life
Shaking like a leaf
At the thought
That this could be

For me

Adjuntas, trees, Boriquen coquis
dons my dirty life in robes
Restores my golden crown
And there, the air,
Could mend the tear 
My inner shredding
My broken ground

What have I found?
Puerto Rico, Isabel
What have you for me now?

Oh Beauty, move me
Lift me like a stain
Give me a piece of your name
To carry you and love you as I can
Find me running, 
Buscame…
Find your name in my heart
Isabel’s son, my sun
Sigue, Sigue, corro por ti!
There’s nowhere I’d rather be
Than at your feet.
Following
The southern sea, the beach

Make a home for me….

Copyright © Allison Ballard

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Six People

The poet leaves his winter study and roams around mountains and deep woods,
The painter sold his pictures and is off to sketch on heath and highlands,
The child runs through sun kissed meadows and across dusty golden commons,
The lovers walk down country lanes and wander about each other, on mead's,
The man of the road smiles as he knows the night will not be bitterly cold,
The nightingale sings a haunting melody bringing tears to the lovers eyes,
The trees swaying in a breeze an oak drops acorns, the child collects them,
The mountains capped with snow unleashes a stream of fine words from the poet,
The heath and highlands glow with beautiful greenery and the painter paints,
The birds swoop from bough to bough the poet sees and he writes some prose,
The man of the road listens to bird song his eyes mist bringing sad memories
The evening sun falls behind the horizon a beautiful sunset the lovers kiss,
The poet sees the sunset and writes about dark golden evenings and warm nights,
The painter mixes yellow and black and that captures this wonderful picture,
The boy leaves the woods to go home as it is nearly time for his evening meal,
The man of the road lays down deep in the woods his overcoat is his blanket,
The lovers walk arm in arm as the day darkens they make their way home slowly,
The painter cleans his brushes and carefully lays down his canvas in the dark,
The poet is happy he has written beautiful words he lays in his bed reflecting,
The boy is fast asleep dreaming of the fantastic day he enjoyed in the woods,
The six unconnected people that were unknowingly were connected sleep soundly.

 

Copyright © Terry Trainor

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Java World

The sun comes up and shines on me
To help me greet my day
A cup of coffee, then I get dressed
I'm out and on my way

I stop into my favorite shop
A latte with some foam
A bagel with some cream cheese spread
I pay and then go on

At ten I hit the coffee pot
To get an extra boost
It's gonna be a long, long time
'Til this bird gets home to roost

At lunch I have a sandwich with
Another coffee cup
Maybe something mocha like
I'm sure to drink it up

After work it's restaurant
A burger made with cheese
Pour me up a java cup
And keep it coming please

When I get home and I'm alone
I start a pot to brew
I turn the television on
And then I have a few

Java, whiskey and Kalua
Helps to end my day
Until the morning sun shines through
To start a brand new day


Rockman  :-)

Copyright © Rockman Pritts

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Calling me home


The bells call to me from
My home in Tuscany

I will walk again across the bridge
and over the hill to a hundred smaller hills

Vineyards abound grapes ripe and falling
to the ground

The mornings are cool and the clouds lay
low on the top of the hills.  They cover
all the Vines with heavenly droplets

When the sun rises all you can see for miles
are deep purple clusters shimmering as
if they were the pot of gold at rainbows end

The rich earth under foot comes alive with
the essence of spiced Carmenere, mushrooms
with a light scent of Ginger 

The soil is so soft and inviting like a beautiful
women it beckons you to walk with her

As your walking you notice the many colors
of orange and golden hues that decorate the
Landscape

The old houses are much in the same with the 
exception of the doors.  You may see burgundy
to bright red, green and even purple to catch
your eye and fill your heart with remembrance

Bread, fresh bread you might smell wafting across
you along with the aroma of freshly ground coffee
so rich you can taste it when you inhale

There is a special time of the season when the
Sun flowers are in bloom.  They can be seen as
far as your eyes may travel and are breathtaking
from any view

We are definitely visitors in this most beautiful
city in all the world.  I can only stay a short while
because the enchantment of it touches my soul 

This is a magical place and I feel that if I visit
for to long it will disappear and be gone to me
forever

As A young women I found myself there
It is the only place in all the world that I feel
welcomed and truly loved

It doesn't judge, it takes you in and you become
a part of all of it. Some time very soon I will return
once more

I want to feel the Sun and see the cloud 
shadows fall over the hills in the late afternoon
I want to try to find myself again and perhaps
I will finish what life started for me so very
long ago

The bells call to me from
My home in Tuscany...











Copyright © Sharon Ruebel

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Cold winds blow


The cold winds bitterly start to blow.
Frost glistens as my breath shows.
The cold seeps all the way to my bones.
My feet start to drag like a couple of stones.

I walk for a while to escape this freeze.
My joints ache I can’t outrun this breeze.
The sun rises I feel warmth with its light.
It combats the wind with which I fight.

The air is so cold it freezes my thoughts.
My stomach is turning and twisting in knots.
As the sun warms my head thaws out.
I slip to a dream, winter is about.

The day gets better but soon it is done.
I watch colors explode with the setting sun.
As it ducks down behind the hills,
I feel the return of winter chills.

On the way home I feel like a lost sheep,
I get home to find I’m too tired to sleep.
I close my eyes my thought still seep,
I think that perhaps I got in too deep.

Copyright © Mark Russell

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The House We Don't Live In Yet

The morning sun stretches across the sky, 
charging a palette of blues, greens and chalky coastal whites.  
The smell of salt is carried by the early morning humid wind, 
and seagulls search for their first delights.

The sparseness of our beach terrain rises up 
into sweeping, spartan hills where provincial gardens stew.
Our little white bungalow house proudly stands 
on the high promenade and gazes down to the ocean blue.

With stucco walls our house is stout, 
it’s long low face consumes the heat of the clamoring seasonal sun.
Through the wide, arching doors to the four season porch, 
the eaves crown a frame of fragrant cinnamon.

Our long, slender, wall-less garden extends out to the sea, 
where our cliffs afford views of natural luxury.
A centuries old stone staircase descends to our beach, 
where blue waves refract light into love’s estuary.

The four season garden is divided in two, half is for cooking 
and half for the artist’s eye to bravely portray.
The sun warmed, fertile sandy soil has been sculpted 
into rows of herbs, beach fruits and leafs of blue-gray.

The kitchen is open and the heart of this house, 
where home grown love is slow cooked and always eaten close.
Stone floors and wood paneled surfaces appending the rooms, 
with unframed windows to gaze and expose.

Interiors would be decorated with the colors of love, 
painted by hand in the organic way that lovers can.
Our bed is a sand dune of linen and sea bird feathers, 
where sunsets and it’s music seduce us time and again.

Copyright © James Fredholm

Details | Free verse | |

Hunger And Home For Trees

       Hunger And Home For Trees

Trees hungry for the sun turn towards the fire
Which catches them as they cannot run
And in turn, turns them black
Once they towered towards the sky in green
Fresh air took them there at night serene
Filed them erect like sticks
Squeezed them as they dreamed
Of being piled tooth picks
Ignited by the hungry fire
Trees breathed their last sparks of life
Expired on the spot
Wood that remains in damaged ash
Not fit for homes
Only letting the worms
Within live out their term 
 

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

Details | Lyric | |

I Finally Understand Why You Can't Go Home Again

The sun never shines here in south town
It’s only covered up
by a dust of regrets and letdowns
that i can never come clean of

the shadows dance in the alleyways
the darkness plays in the sun
the children all searching to find a way
for these shades of gray to be fun

we've been living on the wrong side of town
for way, way to long
we are lost when we wake up
still lost when we lay down
and i think it's time we find our way out

lately I’ve begun to notice
things haven’t changed at all
they are all the same
as they were when I was small

maybe my eyes have changed
maybe my life is stained
maybe I can’t understand
why the colors drain and the sun dims

maybe we've been living on the wrong side of town
for way, way to long
we are lost when we wake up
still lost when we lay down
and i think it's time we find our way out

Copyright © Adam Haynes

Details | I do not know? | |

American sand "cowboystyle"

Stomp your feet to this good old beat
Clap your hands on this America sand.
Good home cooking
Pirie dog looking

Heaven sky looking
 where ever I go

Cowboy  news
Saddle horse and shoes
 Sun down in
My cowboy boots

Stomp your feet to this good old beat
Clap your hands on this America sand.
Good home cooking
Pirie dog looking

Heaven sky looking
 where ever I go

Cowboy  news
Saddle horse and shoes
 Sun down in
My cowboy boots

I tell the truth
In a telephone both
Heaven is my suit
Jesus
Coming to get you


Good home cooking
Pirie dog looking

Heaven sky looking
 where ever I go

 People Go 
here and forth
Just  to bash
 and sow
Pushing laughter through door
plump for what you reap
Then at end of the week.
stomp your feet!!!!:0


Stomp your feet to this good old beat
Clap your hands on this America sand.
Good home cooking
Pirie dog looking

Heaven sky looking
 where ever I go

Cowboy  news
Saddle horse and shoes
 Sun down in
My cowboy boots

Stomp your feet to this good old beat
Clap your hands on this America sand.
Good home cooking
Pirie dog looking

Heaven sky looking
 where ever I go

Cowboy  news
Saddle horse and shoes
 Sun down in
My cowboy boots

Copyright © TARUS Taggart

Details | Rhyme | |

Home Sweet Home

This craggy valley lies in the west
My home, this place I love the best
So many seasons passed our way
Since first we came one Autumn day
These ancient trees, these gentle slopes
So young we were, so filled with hope
No spot I love like this on earth
My children grew, this place from birth
How often beneath the boughs they've played
On summer days in the peaceful shade
The giant oaks shake by autumn's mellow breeze
And in the winter's storm shed brown, rust leaves
To view Mount Shasta's snow capped peaks
Will cheer my thoughts when days are bleak
Majestic glory, so serene
Guards over valleys, rust and green
Not far away, a stream flows swift
It fills the heart, sends cares adrift
Each grove of trees, each hill and mound
Still seems to be enchanted ground
Of scarcely moving seedling grass
It waves in sun like shining glass
Where summits rise both high and steep
And rocky valleys vast and deep
When heavens black and thunder roars
The rain in torrents, downward pours
When the sun breaks through clouds, on mountain tops
And skies are filled with spring raindrops
We're blessed to live the country life
Far off from city, noise and strife
God, help me not to take for granted
My home, this gift which I've been handed.

Copyright © Carrie Richards

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

War

Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.

Copyright © Thomas McKenzie

Details | Free verse | |

So far from home

The ink never felt so fresh before
Lines of dead shade took form to letters
It was the belly of my pen that threw up in emotion
It was the tears that fell gently rolling off my face
In split seconds it felt as if I were in some sort of different place
The wheel ever so soft, and I made my way into the falling sun
It grew dark as the sun sunk into its bed " lights out"
A how painful it was to see the sun set away from home 
The miles got longer and longer as I got lost in the living traffic
A highway of heart I called it
For every face had a different story to tell
And I a master of literature and flattering detail, I read
Some sad, other glad
Nonetheless a different background moplded each different face
I cried to sore eyes, a think blood shot red they were
As if my whole life had flashed before my nose and I stood still
With a hunger that was out to kill
Agony and stress took over my pen
And I wrote of pain
For the ink itself bleed and sob along my shadow
A gray cloud became my bestfriend only to make matters worse when it seemed rock bottom
It was a flood of rain and tears
Dreams began to drown and quite honestly so did my eyes
O' how I hurt to be so far away from home

Copyright © Edward Orozco

Details | Verse | |

To my mother

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile

When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng

My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray

She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town

My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite

Details | Lyric | |

nine to five

parting from to nine to five
all the fellas lookin right
eye candy getting on the mic
saying boy come with me tonite


stelitos with my short skirt on
look at me and you wont go home
do you like something that you see
if you do come to v.i.p

me and my girls-we so fly (so fly)
you and your boys-cant denie (denie)
wondering what you doing tonite
you comin home with me tonite

parting from nine to five
all the fellas lookin right
eye candy getting on the mic
saying boy come with me tonite
repeat2x:

5'10
brown eyes
with your jersey on
me and my girls 
looked at each other real long
sayin what you doing
where you goin and
where you been
tell me something about you
"boy im listenin"

where your girl at
i know that you got one
cause you and your boys
not havin N-E fun
how about yall come roll with us
we'll be rollin till the sun comes up

parting from nine to five
all the fellas lookin right
eye candy gettin on the mic
saying boy come with me tonite
repeat2x:

stelitos with my short skirt on
look at me and you wont go home
5'10
brown eyes 
with your jersey on
me and my girls looked at each other
real long
wonderin what you doin tonite
you comin home with me tonite
how about yall come roll with us
we'll be rollin till the sun comes up

Copyright © Michelle Edwards

Details | Free verse | |

running back home way behind the sun

running back home
wanting to make it right
knowing it is too late
i jump in the cold river
the overactive water does not clear my head
you saying 'yes' is the only thing that will
i was a midnight mover one too many times
now the house i broke down needs work
no contractor will accept the job
i guess i will turn around
will go back home and sulk in the black blood of my own shame
too much oreo ice cream, honey butter biscuits and hint of honey almond milk have caused my flatulence to depress the home of my heart
i lock myself in the basement of my collection of regrets where i remain until my time of death comes

Copyright © Marty King