Best Casa Poems

Her mother wears the marks of her father’s cowardly abuse;
To make it through another day, by noon, his mom is full of juice;
The divorce is getting ugly, hatred gets in the way of compromise;
The children becoming victims, to no one, should come as a surprise.

The...

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Organized collection of data
Splayed open in the meta
I played jokingly Alpha
It was a riot of type Beta
”... Time to test the schemata …”
Arc.of.tech.sure….
Painting a picture pure
Tables related undone
Mental re.codification.On
Reason clears the horizon
Sunrise surprise modification…
Interface driver recollection
Spectacular calculation
Stored and passing inspection
Lines designed for flexibility
Waves of water...

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Frida and Diego’s house
Had walls of cobalt blue.
Today it’s a museum and
Their paintings are on view.

I didn’t go to Mexico
To visit their collection,
But at the Garden, got to see
A limited selection.

The cactus plants in ochre pots
Arranged in artful ways
Allowed me to imagine Frida
Living out her...

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Once was mine, this dwelling place,
  In stillness 'neath the dreaming sky;
The sunrise kissed my weathered face,
  The forest rampart latticed high.

The martins nested in the eaves,
  Splashed flecks of earth onto the stone,
And moss and russet fading leaves,
  Snapping twigs...

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fruity lemon fragrance wafts in this afternoon
tantalizing me are additional smells of homemade bread
Chef Luigi’s homemade Italian spaghetti sauce.
Real Italian, not the fake stuff.

my mouth waters; I wonder how soon until lunch.
Casa Angelina is more than a home away from home.
more than a mere vacation...

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Breanna, Breanna got read her Miranda,
that cheeky wee gas station clerk.
She’s not putting up with the woke propaganda
of not apprehending the perps.
When he broke a jar of some spicy hot salsa,
she knew that it was time for work.
So she grabbed her handgun, yelled, “Not in...

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Papa no muerto se acaba de ir a casa    Daddy Not Dead He Just Gone Home---

Todos somos pases de paso ...
Viajando eternidad cielos
En el cielo entonces nacen en pecado;
Situada en esta tierra para nacer de nuevo.
¿Por qué debemos tratar de ser buenos?
¿Por...

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Home is no longer home
Yet a hollow shell of things once remembered
Each journey solidifies an aching truth
I am changed?
Unable to relate to the world which raised me
Our ideals have slipped below the ever changing tides
On calm days I get a glimpse of what could be
But...

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from a street
in Cartagena
stepping
suddenly

into a 

restaurant
so Italian
surely i was
in a time warp

for i

i was still
in Colombia but
fooled by the food
so authentico

and even

the wine was 
from Italy so
after paying
my bill

instead

of using
the usual
gracias i just 
had to say

grazie...

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AH o Sonho
Igual a uma casa
Muito engracada
Sem teto
Sem nada
Todas as pessoas podem construir ela! 

AH a Imaginacao!
Emite energia e coloca 
Paredes e tetos
Na casa, muito engraçada. 

AH a Inspiracao!
Algumas pessoas
Enxergam a casa
Com paredes, tetos e beleza!

As pessoa que enxergam assim
Trazem outras
Para dar vida a ela,
Para...

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Mi Casa You Casa No Wireless Casa....Mi Casa You Casa No Back Talking Casa...

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Me mostraste tal momento,
Lo que no puedo olvidar
Esos ojos a ojos hablan ...
Incluso hoy me asusto.

He decorado esos recuerdos,
Con quien nos conocimos ...
A veces vienes a casa conmigo
¡Hacemos algunas cosas de nuevo ...!

  ¿Alguna vez te has perdido ???
el sueño que mostraste
Comimos mucho
Pero me...

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as soon as
the lights
go out out
come the
mice not
to play but
to work on
my nerves
gnawing at
this and that
knowing that
this and that
isn't food just
a mood changer
and in my head
i wonder where
you are at with
Sasha gato cat...

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your body
the perfect
structure
up for by 
all 
   golden
means

      and 
gee i'm a tree
here's lookin
at eu klid
musically and
math e mentally
divide a string

in half then
these halves
into more halves
and half and
half and have
and have
not

so don't call
Lauren
Becall
by phone
just put your
lips together 
and

blow...

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when i yell
honey i'm home

i don't

hear a reply
it's an echo...

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