Best Homecoming Poems
Our house is abuzz
With Me, Bella and Jess
And Mummy is all delight
“Dad’s coming home tonight! “
The Cake has been made
The table has been laid
Candles are alight
Dad will be home tonight!
Mum’s wearing polka dots
Dress, Dad had bought
She looks pretty, so bright!
Dad will be home tonight.
Jess was only two
When dad had to go
He still remembers him, right?
Can’t wait for Dad tonight!
Bella’s dream is a soprano
And so deft with the piano
She will make it a musical nite
When daddy’s home tonight!!
But me? I am a bit too shy
So I did this song on the sly
Plan to place it under his desk-light
Hope Dad will read it tonight!
Dad may have stories from afar
Of his travels and the war
Tales of nobility and military might
At the dinner table tonight.
Just imagine him at the door
Big smile, Open arms for us four
His loving grasp will be tight
When he comes home tonight.
There is a knock on the door!
We all cheer and roar!!
Mum is there on a flight,
Jess lisps, “is it already tonight?”
Four soldiers stand at our gates,
They must be his work mates,
Mum’s voice is soft in fright
“Is he coming home tonight?”
Voices drown as the men depart
Mum is back, her hand on heart
Slowly her legs yield to her weight
“Daddy won’t be coming home tonight!”
Something's changed, I don't recall this door.
The mat that once read 'welcome'...now gone.
Am I lost in the night, or had I forgotten some slight..
had my address been quelled by another time?
The new curtains in the bay window seem nice,
though..not the deep blue highlighted sash you fell for.
And on that foreign floor, a sweet Labrador lies napping.
Not the lightning fast hound rescued from the shelter.
My key's jingle, so hollow in sound, questions me now..
whether I know left from right, right from wrong..
Two boots waited, under an unfamiliar porchlight,
neither I recollect as my own..
every sunset I knew seemed to've gone.
I stepped back from a stranger's stair, perhaps deceived by my own eyes..
retracing my tired steps from the long day, to the oak in the yard,
was it always that tall?
Surely the messages you left would offer a solution from this lunacy,
a chance at a door opening, inviting me, lovingly from this nightmarish scene.
But they had all disappeared.., save one.
Staring hollow eyed into the dimming display's abyss, I read the last will..
your last thought retraced..in taps' mournful horn.
The air in my lungs abandoned me, my shoulders suddenly
weighing so heavy, in a torn and bloodied uniform.
Somehow the night sky was no longer mine to share..
absent your side, shaking my head in my hands..
my God, how could it be?
The door and locks changed, the porchlight rearranged,
the blue curtains went too,
The scratch of toe nail's click clack.. nowhere to be found,
even the dog was removed.
Turning away from the lawn to the long sidewalk, oblivion my companion,
I laughed out loud at the fool and folly and future that lie in store.
There's a fine line between truly belonging.., and only being,
bitter lesson learned at a strange door..
Finally saddeningly, maddeningly.. it dawned,
why everything was tipped on its face.
Your last message, echo'd in my broken mind..,
'you've been replaced'.
As birds do in the serenity and majesty of sunset skies,
Some lose their inherent passion to roam.
So, we danced amid candlelight and the fireflies;
We did so when Harry came home.
His European adventure at an end,
After searching, after seeking hither and yon,
World traveler with a homeward trend,
At ease with shiny wood, pastel chiffon.
When Harry came home, the bees were hummin'
And butterflies floated lazily by;
When Harry came, guitars were strummin'
In the sultry heat of hot July.
When Harry came, he gave a hoot,
And swept me off my feet!
When Harry came home, the orchard was in fruit,
And honey was so sweet.
When Harry came home, time stood still
As he paused upon the stair;
When Harry came, whippoorwill,
And all was sunshine and fair.
Summer was lush when Harry came home;
And birds sang among southern trees.
Here at last, and no more to roam,
So, we danced in bloom fragrancies!
When Harry came home, days were lazy;
And all sultry were the nights!
When Harry came, fields of daisies;
And butterflies on vivid flights!
When Harry came home, the blues were playin';
And bees were blossom to blossom.
When Harry came, gossipers were sayin',
And the plum sunsets were awesome.
When Harry came home, he whirled me 'round,
The while the whole world spun!
When Harry came, trees sang with sound,
As blooms nodded in their oblivion.
When Harry came home, days were longer;
And day and night, frogs croaked.
When Harry came, the season was younger,
And sweetest sensations were evoked.
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Once a year we have Homecoming
At our church and we celebrate
With relatives, friends, and neighbors,
Whom we have not seen of late!
What joy just sitting together
Singing the songs of long ago,
Worshipping God and praising Him-
The one from whom all blessings flow!
O, the beauty of tables laden
With a feast from God’s bountiful store,
And what a delight partaking-
Filling our plates with more and more!
It’s a wonderful time of year
When we renew the ties that bind,
While worshipping God, and fellowshipping
With friends…what amazing peace we find!
Harvest Homecoming
fair brings contests and prizes
my biggest pumpkin
prize matters a lot
one hundred sixty-two pounds
tow trucks don't come cheap
written 09/24/16
River flows.... Musk filled air.... Homecoming
Ellip Contest
© 2-11-2013
Summer storm flooding
in city cemetery,
bodies on the move.
Author's Note: Some readers were confused over the last line. So I changed the title and the last line to make the Haiku more clear. Originally it ;was (bodies by a box) And the title was (Mail Delivery) After the cemetery was flooded, in my mind, I saw God guiding those floating bodies to their loved one's homes, to once more be reunited with them, and for their reburial.
Through cloudless skies of azure over land of pastel hue.
bringing forth my heart to flutter and my speech again ‘true blue’.
So pleased to touch my land again when stepping off the plane,
and better still the old hometown, alighting from the train.
There’s old familiar childhood that I’ve lost for twenty years.
Near strangled by my Mother; then near drowned by her tears.
While Dad stood proudly waiting, I s’pose he could understand.
When Mother finally let me go, we shook each other’s hand.
They made me feel like royalty, Mum couldn’t hide her joy,
with question after question (for I’m still her ‘little’ boy)
Dad acted as a waiter like he’d never done before.
Five times we raised our glasses’, before I said “No more!”
I asked about my old mates, and if they still lived in town.
Mum grinned ‘done well’, ‘gone west’, divorced or ‘silly bound!’
We’d laugh about old memories until we nearly cried,
of course there was the sadness for the couple who have died.
Mum’s home cooked meal was ‘manna’, and soon remembered most,
though it was Tuesday evening, this is the Sunday roast,
home made ‘mint sauce’ and mustard, milk warm from the cow,
stewed fruit with separated cream that I never can buy now.
Mum spoke her inner feelings and whispering she’d say,
what is the gossip of the past, that little mattered anyway.
But Dad was Dad, he hasn’t changed, his face had altered though.
I skimmed across the surface with what they only need to know.
The ticklish subjects came to light, ‘how are the kids of course?’
Am I coping on my own since I finally got divorced?
Placing ‘yes’ where it’s appropriate, and ‘no’s’ don’t go amiss,
Mothers see their sons as angels. There’s no need to alter this.
It wasn’t late but late enough, sleep is needed by us all.
My single bed was waiting there. Heroes still adorn the wall.
Dad spoke subdued as he stood up. I’m sure I saw a tear,
“Son don’t wait another twenty years. Next time we won’t be here.”
Homecoming,
Its Fun,
Flashy,
And Sad.
when I came back home
nineteen-eighty-six
Mom says not normal
making niece so scared
even my best friend
said I was bad
making me sad
now times have changed
new family
with new friends
and new trends
now I write
poems
latest
trend
tangerine horizon, tantalizing senses,
trilling homecoming birds...
tweeting mates in warm nests,
transcends trifles of daily life
to great magnificence.
For "H" Contest - Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
"Alliteration" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
The flood waters lapped all around
Leaving not very much dry ground
So we all rowed home
And got The Road Home
Raising our houses up off the ground
waiting at airfield
I salute my brave comrade~
welcome sweet sorrow