Best Come Home Poems
Sitting with her now
Watching
How did she get so old?
How did I get so old?
So many pills
Green, blue, white, red, yellow, orange
All kinds of shapes
Round, oval, oblong – big and small
A tackle box with markings
Monday through Sunday
We talk and laugh . . . then
A knock on the door!
I’ll get it
A police officer – young, clean shaven
As I open the door
I jokingly yell . . . He’s here to arrest you mom!
Sir, I do need to speak with your mother. . .
What, Oh . . . come in
Mrs. Meade, did you hit another car?
Her face showed confusion, concern . . . fear
With a trembling voice . . . No officer, I dd i d not
I followed the young man to the garage
A scrape, red paint, a missing mirror
My heart sank
Thinking to myself – is she lying?
Or does she not realize what she has done?
Does it matter?
The time has come . . .
As I hug this frail old woman
Shoulders shaking, tears soaking my shirt
I whisper in her ear
Do not fear . . . everything will be OK . . . . I love you
Standing there I realized
Our roles had changed
Come my darling
It is time for you to live with us
Happy Mother’s day
I do love you!
David Meade
May 10, 2015
Love Generously
Everything around me is still
The soft lights ward off the cold
My worried heart is unsettled
Every minute makes me old
Time seems to drag on and on
Not sure I can take much more
I’m waiting for my angel
to walk in through that door
There is nothing to do but wait,
so I wonder about her day
but what’s taking her so long?
Did she somehow lose her way?
I think about my visit
My first time to see her place
In my glimpse into her life,
a weariness I can trace
She flew away to this isle
to try out her angel wings,
and in following her dreams
she untied the home spun strings
“Our children are not our own.”
Oh, great Gibran*, can’t you see?
My precious 18 year old,
Will always belong to me!
Oh yes, she may live elsewhere
Have a family of her own,
but she’s my little baby
and in my eyes she hasn't grown
I wait and wait and wait
Please, God, let her be alright!
I look out of the window
at the blackness of the night
I think of all those mothers
who wait for their children dear,
whose tired and aching arms
long to hold their loved ones near
The wait for them is fruitless
Its end is a tragic woe,
for death holds back their loved ones
The "Wait of Pain" will not go
My heart shares in their sorrow
My soul weeps for their plight
For though my daughter is late
She’ll be coming home tonight!
For Waiting Contest by James Rogers
September 9, 2015
*Khalil Gibran was a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer of the New York Pen League. There recent move, The Prophet, was about him.
I wrote this poem for my husband Alan who is desperately ill in hospital whilst waiting for a call from the doctors…
Come Home for Christmas
Home is wherever the heart is
There is nothing that could compare
Being with you by the fireside
Snuggled up in a cosy chair.
Believe in these words "I love you"
I have from the moment we met
You have been my rock, my angel
To me you are simply the best.
You're hugely generous of heart
If I could I'd bear all your pain
Walk the storm slowly and boldly
Till we are together again.
There placed beneath the Yuletide tree
Is a poem for you sweetheart
Read the words meant only for you
The inspiration of my art.
Missing you heaps, I tell you true
The days and the nights are so long
It’s tough and lonesome without you
Beside me is where you belong.
Merry Christmas to you darling
The most delightful time of year
If prayers, hopes and dreams come true
We’ll celebrate with Holy cheer.
Come home for Christmas!
+*+*+*+
To my Husband with Love -Christmas 2021
Come home baby
Thinking back...
over my lifetime
mistakes I've made,
I realize...
so much pain ,
my life's in tatters...
it come's as no surprise
Now I know...
I'll wait a lifetime,
four score years,
if you're the prize...
take your time,
I know you're hurting...
this time,
I'll dry your eyes
Chorus
There's one thing I know (I know)
I want you to come home baby
(I know) I want you home to stay
There's one thing I know (I know)
I want you to come home baby
(I know) I want you home to stay
Looking back...
I see it clearly,
you needed,
so much more from me
Give me time...
just be patient
I'll be all,
you need me to be
bridge
I want you home to stay!
I want you home to stay!
Go to chorus
Think about...
the lonely night time
why should we,
spend it all alone?
Think of us...
We need each other
Why don't you
please come home?
chorus repeat
fade
John Derek Hamilton
October 25,2016
Mine eyes drift back, incensed in forgotten crevices
intoxicated by wondrous wafts of camphor
I blink three times and bow
The wetness dripping off my brow
sizzles reminding me of the trinity
as aches pause momentarily on bended knee
Flickers of hope dance and in wicked light
I focus on her blue attempting
to be one again with you
Beads of rays coloured tap gently
upon pain stained cheeks
and one by one I release her orbs
into a teardrop sky
When can I come home my baby ask me
When mom can I be free
Your mistakes have got you here
Just hold on for a few weeks dear
I know it hard to be away
But you will come home someday
When mommy I want to come back with you
I know son I want you to come with me too
But it is not up to me it is up to you
You have to stay here till your treatment is threw
I will be with you all the way I will write and visit as often as i can
You have to be strong be mommy's little man
God will watch out for you when I can not
But even if I am not there your not forgot
So just hold on son it will be alright
You will be home soon so I can hug you thight
For my son who is away at a boot camp for boys right now because of his actions at school
he is bipolar and has add sometimes it is hard to watch what our children have to go threw
and know there is nothing you can do to help except for pray. and hope that time and love
will help. thanks to all my friends on the soup for giving me a place to vent my feelings some
it means alot to write and know it is heard. Thanks to all Nita
I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me
I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet
How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again
Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along
Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me
How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again
How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last
Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me
AS my chest gets pumped by the rescue team
I see my soul slowly hover over the scene
my life begins to flash I see me in my youth
stealing candy out the store in my Easter suit
I used to skip Sunday school and the bible lessons
but those vital lesson could have saved my adolescents
my mom stressing I was completely outrageous
my education wasn't between the text pages
was so impatient these streets fed what I was craving
It left mom weeping and waiting praying and pacing
with total dedication she would sacrifice
I'm out the back with hoodlums in the night
involved with all types of things that won't right
and moms used to gripe about what did each night
but Im in my zone
Im grown
as a matter of fact I'm gone
leaving mom up waiting for praying for her son to come home
Lonely nights without you
My teardrops fall
On soft moist honey lips
I hear anew
The gentle echoes of
Your footsteps call
Faintly from a distance
Love I miss you!
08/20/15
I’ve got a funny story here
I want to share it with you
You see, there’s this little girl I know
Met her just on the outside of town
She said lady will you walk with me
I’m lost and please help me
I don’t know which way to go
Can’t find my mom and dad and bro
And I said,
Someone once walked this
path with me and she’s not here anymore
So before I let go, let me walk this path with you
We held hands and she heard me say,
Where have I run all these years?
Where have I gone all these years?
Seems I have nowhere else to go
Seems I don’t know when to let go
Will it be alright if I come home?
She tightly held my hand and whispered,
Lady I’ll walk this path with you
So come on and don’t let go
We'll walk and we’ll take it slow
You walk with me and I'll walk with you
We held hands and she heard me say
Where have I run all these years?
Where have I gone all these years?
Seems I have nowhere else to go
Seems I don’t know when to let go
Will it be alright if I come home?
This is my stop now, lady
Now it’s time for me to go
I’ll be alright now, this is my home
Now it’s time for you to go
It’s alright if you don’t let go
Your heart will know when it’s time to go
And I said
Where have I run all these years?
Where have I gone all these years?
Seems I have nowhere else to go
Seems I don’t know when to let go
Will it be alright if I come home?
Oh, where have I run all these years?
Where have I gone all these years?
Seems I have nowhere else to go
Seems I don’t know when to let go
Will it be alright if I come home?
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POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS
White America hates me (as well as most of the world)...BUT JANINE HOOPS
(TURNER) HAS ALWAYS LOVED ME...like it or not...whether you believe it or
not...I WAS NOT BORN OF THIS WORLD...BUT I WAS 'DELIVERED' BY URSULA
THE WHITE WITCH...who came in the form of the actress...Ursula Andress! I was
'delivered' to Priscilla Lai ("Lily of the field") Fong ("Fairest of the land") Lam ("The Lamb of God")...who was wedded to Hwei ("The Devil")Yang ("Yellow")Hsi (FuHsi)...on April 23, 1959 at 1:01 am (Gena Rose Pahucki, as the 'delivering nurse'...the actual Gena Rose Pahucki died in a car accident on April 22, 1959...Gena ("For there will be an actress, Gena Davis")...Rose ("For your first girl-friend will be Rose Smead")...Pahucki ("For you will meet in law school as Pachefsky")...I was a glorious 'white' baby (Caucasoid)...with blue eyes...and hair with actual gold filaments! The Ancient Grimories picture the "Golden-Haired-Child of Destiny of China"...my posted internet photo! The fifty-five yearcurse broke on April 23, 2014...and I reached a height of five feet and eleven inches in the second week of (My final form will be six feet tall and I will weigh two-hundred-and-twenty-five lbs.!) July 2014...and 'beat' the 'Strongest Man in the World' at his 933 lbs. of bodyweight...I was 126 lbs...at Sam's Club (Honolulu, Hawaii)...involving a three-hundred-twenty-three lb. 'marine' battery! BUT...The Original...The Last...and...The Eternal Source of Life...HAS GIVEN ME THE HAND OF THE ROYAL WHITE WITCH RENATA...Princess Renata Andress Zeiss...of the Royal House of Zeiss...under the King and Queen of Germany! I AM STUNNED AND OVERJOYED BY YOUR SUCCESSES JANINE! In an 'alternate' universe? (COINCIDENTALLY, I WILL NEVER BE AN ADULTEROR!)
ALOHA AMERICA!
ALOHA GERMANY!
Your image, I still see when I gaze at the clouds,
Your voice, I still hear when the wind blows,
I see your petite hand prints on foggy windows.
I still see your love flaming when I turn on the stove,
The memories are much to eat,
Your still in the reflection of my bath water,
smiling at me waving in the wave,still against
my skin, your wet touch enveloping me.
This still bothers me, so I drain all the water from the tub ,
and stand but I still drown, your still hitting my head,
shooting from the shower head, I ran out the shower,
I slipped and hit my head,crawled to the bed, and
laid in the form of your arms ,legs and head,
you left an impression in my bed.
I rolled over to the side were I always
held you from,I couldn't bare to sink in your
shape I had to escape. Running to the kitchen for
a beer or two, with a beer in one hand and the other
against the kitchen counter, not knowing what
I need to do, knowing what I want to do,forget about
you. My inner voices says I won't let you, why? because
she is apart of you. I guzzled the other beer and dialed
her number with fear, she picked up and I said honey
I need you here, she giggles and says it sounds like
you been drinking over there,was it the beer that I
left over there? I said Yes along with all the other traps
you left here. She asked what traps?
I say, never mind that and come home,
my image is incomplete. Come home.
A cobbled path winding lazily through a forest of emerald greens,
Streaks of sunlight bursting past the canopy of birch wood limbs,
An aromatic scent lingering between each wooded mile,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
A grey-thatched hut with pillars of timber and earthen floor,
Stoked hard flames crackling fast and warming the potted hearth,
A sweet melodic song from the parted lips of a sylvan lass,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
Like a pair of lambskin mittens against wintered hands,
Like an embrace of angelic wings folded against waiting arms,
Like a scented kiss feeding a hungered soul from deep within,
Lost in time, I knew that I had come home.
On troubled, moonless nights
Restless journeys along her shores
Foaming and frothing her warning
Her heart beating the pounding surf
Her heart beating dark and dangerous
She broods, she beckons, she calls
Calls me to her cold, deep waters
Come, come home to me if you dare…
I walk out the door, I say no goodbyes
With my bag in hand, I salute all the guys
I hop on that bus, I continue to wave
And before I know it, they all disappear
There’s no time for fear, for I must be brave
My destination, becoming so near
I pick up my gun, I prepare to fire
Concentrated, straight down to the wire
A shot of pain, straight to my shoulder
I fall to the ground, the blood spills like a river
My body, now as heavy as a boulder
I can taste the metal, almost like silver
I pray to God, he shall save me now
Oh please, why have I taken this vow?
I can hear the helicopter land, slow and steady
I’m lifted up high, carefully and gently
To be taken away, I am ready
No matter what, I wouldn’t ask for this to turn out differently
Here, my thoughts are left only to roam
Please wait for me, for when I come home