Best Homes Poems

She says, you can tell America 
from the rest of the world 
by the color of the wallpaper, 
or lack thereof. 
That southern hospitality is refreshing 
after so many years in London. 

The stuffed animal in her grasp 
is named ‘Dog’. 
When asked why she...

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It's said that a house is not a home
rather, home is where the heart is
I can agree with this statement
Of course, I have a wife and 2 growing kids
And when it’s time to go to bed
They don’t sleep on my aorta or pulmonary veins 
No,...

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Relaxing on the porch as darkness fell,
I sipped iced tea, reflecting on my day.
There was breathtaking beauty all around,
the perfect lawn, a pleasure to survey.

I'd had a scrumptious meal with fine red wine
and watched a Lifetime romance on TV.
I'd waltzed around the den as CD's...

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'Twas the Perpetually-Missing Soup Poets case,
With Homes and Whatsup hot on the chase. 

Poets leaving was not breaking news,
So they slowly perused the usual clues.

Dr. Whatsup said, "Why do they go?"
Homes replied, "You mean you don't you know?"

"Though they tend to blame some bully's voice,
Poets...

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homes cascading
from the face of mountain
— waterfall of pleasantries

3/10/2018...

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ONE HEART, TWO HOMES; (was first written in December of 2011)


Belize of my birth; where my first love bloomed
You've showed me sweet freedom, to grace a second home.

But who'd forsake you? prodigals with intent to stay away?
I recalled years of help, silently floating in, from...

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Happy homes are filled with the noise of 
children;
Unhappy homes the noise of their parents--
Parents who want to have children
But don't want their children to have parents.
In vain their children search them for the 
image of a parent,
Longing to see in their beloved frame 
Someone...

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Dreadful dawn dug doggedly deep, dazed dues
Prickle-prone paths  pierce peer-less purpose
Buried bricks burn beneath brine and blood
Homes and holes hitch-hike heated Hours

Sync'd steps stoop, saddling steely shores
Shadows of sagging shoulders shed shrewd strokes
Sanctioned sympathy sealed and soiled in stoic stories
Homes and Holes hauling hymen...

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retirement homes
the doe and her yearling fawn
nibble the hedgerow...

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Broken homes,
Broken places.
Can’t escape,
No empty spaces.
Standing on the edge.
Contemplating goodbye.
In a home in the city,
I see her cry.
If home is where the heart is,	
Then why do so many say goodbye?
Cause broken homes and broken places,
Disintegrate to empty spaces....

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Hymns above the leaves,
Only my sadness renounced.
Muffled miracles abroad.
Everything goes without saying.
Sliding into happiness,
Whooshing into wonder.
Eviscerate all logic.
Enumerate all grace.
The stars can't sing your song enough times.
However many times you may doubt,
Others ignite from your flicker.
Mountains carve homes for you
Everytime your praise is sung....

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TRAIL OF HOMES

	                              1983
            ...

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Riding the bus to school past an ugly reminder
the tattered trailers next to a construction site
I imagine the way it used to be    
a house
across from a dozen shattered trailers with little heat
no water usually but electricity
visiting mom was a treat

Dad would...

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Vivaldi’s Violin

 The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps 
a misted remembrance made more distant more soft 
in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears.

I sit up and listen indeed stretch all hearing as music 
surely music more than the wind’s whistling...

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Southwold (Suffolk).
 
 Dear Southwold

 How I love to visit you,
 To stand barefoot,
 On your bright yellow sandy beaches,
 To stand and admire your pretty streets,
 Your glowing white Lighthouse,
 and your quirky Pier.
 
 Your cottage homes
 Framed like calendar pictures,
 Decorated with,
...

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