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 ledge nearby. The tidy yellow rat
continues eating seeds, gleaning moisture,
never needing to sip drink in this dry
yet vibrant land.
The cactus wren with spotted breast
sits atop a prickly pear. The gilded
flickers' rosy cheeks and banded wings
are a colorful reminder of the beauty
I find out here. Their sturdy tails prop
them upright against a great saguaro,
carving out a hole for nest.
I crunch the tangy bulb of a white
desert lily whose green tendrils curl
on the ground. And here, as evening
cools walking back to my new home,
a silver moon illuminates my path. I
glory in this wondrous desert scene.
Categories:
home in, animal,
Form:
Free verse
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 - ripe tomatoes
and corn from a vegetable patch,
grapes swelling
under a cool canopy of vines,
soft skins bursting
their dark sweetness
inside expectant mouths,
almonds, apricots and the luscious
dribble of a warm peach
down sticky cheeks.
Some had roaming chickens
with their bounty of eggs.
Backyards were blotting paper
for a child's hurt, a hiding place
to get away, a theater
for projecting the phantasies
of a sheriff or a princess
high in a golden tower.
And in summer, a sprinkler
casting a gauntlet of cold spray
for tiny feet to challenge.
Then it all ends
when backyards become
too small and more exotic places
call a restless soul to leave
its Eden and break the spell
of its beginning.
Categories:
home in, childhood, growth, home, in
Form:
Free verse
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 evening so long,
We just sat and relaxed,
Till the dinner gong.
In the night we saw,
The stars so bright,
The sky so black,
Against their twinkling light.
A scene of serenity,
All year round,
Makes the heart give,
A joyful pound.
Categories:
home in,
Form:
Rhyme
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;
A-sk Him for forgiveness for the wrong done everyday.
A-ll the things on earth
L-ast only for a limited time;
A-llow our souls to be worthy,
S-tay away from dirt and grime.
A-im for the new earth, let our heart and mind open;
S-eeking the paradise, our perfect home in heaven.
Categories:
home in, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
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 in
aquamarine,charmed, forever, tenderness.
10-25-2020
Poem # 5
Categories:
home in, appreciation, beautiful, imagery, love,
Form:
Couplet
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 hope
All I have is the burn of my tears
The sweet saltiness of my blood
Tears on my flesh open to the putrid air
The world rejected me
My thoughts were too off the wall
I was too different and did not want to change
That was their mistake to make
They chose and I fled into the darkness
It is where I belong…where I survive
But I am not afraid of dying
I have spent a thousand years in darkness
It is my home and that is all I deserve
Categories:
home in, depressionhome, home,
Form:
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 Rescue was their former home
From our care they would never again roam.
They reached their teens casting their spell
Till one dark day we heard the specter’s knell
A dreaded tumor was Tina’s fate
And her life became anything but great.
Grief was sown in hearts that day –
Hearts, that wanted her to stay.
We came to know that Tina’s fate
Would take her straight to Heaven’s gate.
So, a needle brought, an angel, sleep
And broken hearts were left to weep.
Now, Britney moans so soft and low
Wondering why Tina had to go.
Written by: John Posey
10/25/13
Categories:
home in, death, pets,
Form:
Elegy
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 rivers’ cave
roaring of passion lightening loads that others enslave
Museums parks costal paths wild sun-blessed beaches
lagoons mountains orchards and metaphorical peaches
I make up the tiger in my mind as I go along persevere
sabre teeth drooling whiskers to magical eyes I adhere
With no leash and no collar no prescriptions restraints
I enter a world that matters swishes swirls and paints
Imagination mystical fantasy dreams aspirations and hope
all live in my tiger prism escape and have unlimited scope
I condense and reflect diverge ramble think and I feel
whether I walk the tiger or the lion is no real big deal
I contest the notion that reality exists has only one truth
form constraint rules regulation dogma I distract from to sooth
There fore in my writing life verse and poetry ends unshackled
by resting my tiger lion meter and rhyme freed but not tackled
04th August 2016
Categories:
home in, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
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 the Catholic faith.
Nave—the large open room usually filed with pews or seats is
The main assembly area.
Sanctuary—the part of the church reserved for liturgical
Action that contains an altar where the priest celebrates the sacrifice of
The Mass
A chair for the priest
The lectern for reading Scripture
Tabernacle—usually located in a place of honor in the
Sanctuary, this receptacle holds consecrated hosts. A candle nearby
Signifies when it is full
In our Parish Church of St. Andrew
It was built after Vatican II
The option to put the tabernacle
In the chapel was done since the main church is ‘multi-purpose.’
Crucifix—a prominent cross with an image of Father Christ crucified
is usually located near the altar. Here in St. Andrew we don’t have this
Though we have the processional cross.
Statues—Statues and other forms of art of Father Christ Jesus, Mother Mary, or the Saints remind us of those who inspire us by their holy lives
Here in St. Andrew we have the movable statues located at the vestibule of
the Church and in the chapel that are placed in the altar on feasts
Solemnities
Categories:
home in, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Light Verse
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 too far to see
A boat of fish caught by sea breeze
As countrymen pause and drain their Ales
On the earth, on the Ocean; dim-lighted and pale.
A Castle in the Clouds without any owner
No servant, no master and entirely empty
Where none would go but a single guest
In its other realm on the Hawk's winged path.
Stumble from Pub into unwelcomed street.
The black of the Sky and its cold on his cheek.
An angry, strong cry as he heads from this town,
Into Highlands and Castles and lost Ocean sounds.
(Note: accent on the "e" in third stanza's "winged".)
Categories:
home in, ocean,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
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 earth was his humble floor
Fitted with a Cedar-Caven door
It was adorned with a glittering golden shade
Never was there any home so richly laid
The flowers as he trod kissed his feet
A garden fragrance that calls for sheet
From it flows a glorious fountain of old
It runs into Havilah, where there's gold
And the gold of that Land is good
A Land that was often misunderstood
Such are the facade of this glorious structure
A very elegant piece of iconic architecture
A beautiful theme for a poetic pen
This was the wisdom of God and not of men
In the midst of the garden is a Tree of Life
Adorned with blooms, prepared for His wife
A mystery, a pattern of the heavenly glory
I can't write more of this detailed love story
A delightful and charming scene
A beautiful Home you've never seen
On earth there was none like theirs
Solomon in all his glory still marveled at theirs
And when He comes to receive us after our retirement
He will reward each one with His furnished apartment
A beautiful lodge for the Bride's reception
A glory that's beyond earthly description
Categories:
home in, beauty, first love, garden,
Form:
Quatrain
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 on the slippery slope to Hell.
Satan had my heart, mind, body and soul.
He wouldn’t let me go.
I didn’t want him to.
I wanted my life of misery.
It was good to me.
I fell hard into his snare.
I really felt that was where I belonged.
It was a place to call home.
All my friends egged me on.
As I played games with the Devil.
I drew closer and closer to him.
Through Tarot and the Occult.
Witchcraft, casting spells.
It was so intense.
I never wanted my ride to end.
I was on top of the world.
Living in the fiery pits of Hell.
He reached down to where I was.
He took my hand and pulled me out of the muck.
He saved me.
Showed me a new way of life.
No more lying, stealing or cheating.
The need for drugs was gone.
I was taught how sex could be beautiful and pure.
I was free of Satan’s grasp.
He no longer had control over me.
My heart, mind, body and soul now belong to another.
He loves me.
In spite of the terrible things I’ve done, he really loves me.
He’s forgiven me.
Can you believe that?
Sent His Son to die for ME!
It was on a cross on a hill far away.
The Father couldn’t even watch as His Son paid the price for me.
All for Me!
Now my sins are all forgiven.
The Devil’s hold on me broken.
I am free!
Free to have faith, to hope and to love.
The best news of all is that the Son is coming back for me!
Right now, this very second, He’s working on my place.
My glorious home in Heaven!
Categories:
home in, faith, forgiveness, hope, recovery
Form:
Free verse
...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 that big paddle wheel slapped the muddy
water in perfect three quarter time.
Two summers had past since I left home at Oak Alley
seemed much longer since I held my sweet Scarlet O'Malley
Good to home in Dixie.
Categories:
home in, america, character, devotion, history,
Form:
Free verse
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 for mommy and me
A barbie cushioned boudoir
Rested upon by welcome week-end guests
Evenings spent with bunnies at play
Love rocketing in the rustic air
Bedtime in quilts as the winds whistled
Through flying curtains and vanishing windows
Listening to tales with wide opened eyes
From the storage of books dad left behind
Peeping at the stars swirling in the summer breeze
Half drowsy eyes amidst echoing words
Throwing ladders into the clear dark sky
Effortlessly ascending as Jack on the beanstalk
Holding net on my herculean shoulders
Cautiously stealing into the gates of heaven
Thronging with some sleepy old gods
Abducting dad with quickened speed
Manufactured locks to hold him in custody
In our tree-house hideaway
That he built for mommy and me
THIRD
Balveen Cheema
September 15, 2015
Contest: A Child's First Home
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
*40 years down the line our tree house has been weather-beaten and destroyed.
The Ford of pre-independence is in the Ford Museum, Mumbai
Categories:
home in, dark, death, father daughter,
Form:
Narrative
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 in food and booze
Then flaked out on the sofa for a snooze!
That we have plenty is not an offence,
but a sad call now for abstinence.
Categories:
home in, january, world,
Form:
Rhyme