Best Home In Poems

A lean coyote chases a hare through
heat of desert winds. His swift doe
darts past my boots. They've managed
to escape, this time. He'll lead the chase
away another day.

I pause to watch the side-winder as he
considers a kangaroo rat, before moving
on between two century plants to a
rock...

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A Home in the Countryside

Who could resist,
The country greens,
The clean air,
And the wonderful scenes?

We lived in a house,
In the middle of a field,
The green grass stood by,
The trees a shield,

The smell of freshness,
The scene of joys,
The feeling of peace,
The silent noise.

We sat on the porch,
The...

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P-erfect home in heaven is free from pain and sorrow; 
J-ust the peace and gladness, as we all ought to know.

M-an must always think
O-f what heaven can offer; 
J-ust obey the Almighty
I-n ninth morn November.
C-all on the Father above to show us the right way;...

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At Home In The Darkness

I am not afraid of dying
I have spent a thousand years in darkness
Hiding behind a million nightmares
My existence is not what my heart told me it would be
I live wanting and wishing for an elusive moment
One moment of light truth and...

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The soft heartbeats of rain under
our silvered umbrella home.
Whispers of gentle wind colors under 
our love filled dome.

Ever in my memory this Monet
moment doth live.
Two enchanted entities who were
about to surpass love's boundaries to give.


That gardeniaed, honeyed, rainbowed,
remembrance.
Has made the ocean of my life crest...

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Tina - At Home In Our Hearts

Tina came to us as one in a pair
With a sweet disposition – beyond compare.
A loving heart was hers to give,
And give, she did as long as she lived.

Britney, on the other hand
Acted as one from an outlaw band
Poodle...

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No Tigers At Home In Africa 


Walking my tiger home alone I’m sure walking at last

home from home and beyond when I travel too fast

In Istanbul Hamburg St. Davids I gather my themes

full of life love creatures and poetry that redeems

Wild cats pussyfooting around mosques...

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Each Catholic Church may be unique
But you will find familiar elements in any Catholic church 
That you also find in our own parish home.

Baptismal font—a pool or large bowl of water usually stands
Near the doors of the church and reminds us
That baptism is our “door”
To...

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Mountains in the Ocean above which stood
     A piercing Sky of blue and Clouds
     Remarked upon to honest vessel
     By arrant birds aloft on high.

     Turn sails to home...

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Adam's Home was a garden not the White House 
It was constructed as a palace for the first spouse 
Its builder and draughtsman being God
On earth there was none, not even one abroad  

The Heavens was Adam's starry roof 
Changing seasons of God’s unquestionable proof 
The...

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I alight from my ebony ford
Porched beneath the shady mammoth tree 
One hand holding mommy
The other some grocery
As she leads me through
The mini pansy garden
Up the the rickety wooden planks
To our home in mid air

Small but sturdy as ever
On my goliath banyan tree
A small kitchenette...

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...leaving starched shirts and neckties in my rearview,
mission accomplished and to The North, I bid adieu.

I set fire to a Panatela and answered the call - "ALL ABOARD!"
The Cajun Queen was southbound down The Mighty Mississippi - MY REWARD!

The whistle blew, the bell clanged and...

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Back with a SLAP to this British chill
Hard to find the WILL 
Empty purse - can't get much worse! 
Washing basket up to the brim, 
Everyone on social media wishing to be thin 
Unjust when other nations are perishing 
We were tipsily relishing 
We indulged...

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It started when I was young.
I chose to take a walk on the wild side.
I drove my parents insane with my deeds.
I pushed everything good away.
I was bad, evil to the core.
Lying, stealing and cheating were all I knew.
Then the drugs and sex overtook me.
Riding...

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Back then,
backyards were big enough
to nurture a growing soul
and provide a space
for the earth to play out
its seasons in full rehearsal.
There were wide tracks 
of grass, trees to climb, 
old sheds to rummage
with their interiors full of tools 
and bric-a-brac 
webbed in history.

There was food...

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