Best Houses Poems

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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you build high your dreams
with these card houses
as you stack them against walls

yet your eyes are closed
to life, so how can you see
what it is you hold?

you think you hold all the aces
in those battered fists of yours?
(be careful of the winds)
they may come tumbling...

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Under the wrought iron arch and gateway
crawling with both wild and deep red creepers
complimented by evergreens.
The fall colors are splendid.

Most of the flowers are giving way 
to the chill, and the swans are graceful and content
with the breeding season now over

Walking slowly along the narrow...

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light
in fog
breakers crash
help us find home
light
to safe harbor’s
past danger
lights
...

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Newfoundlanders can row, you should see some of'em go,
when they puts a punt on a pond. 
But I don't like this mess, all this Race foolishness,
I'd never seen so much goings on.

If you wants to see someone rowing, 
you needs to be going, 
to a...

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Burning twisted battered cells
A thousand needles a thousand hell's
Addiction...affliction... crucifixion...
Who cries for their demons...they do

Empty spaces with empty faces a heart is torn
All the while in denial a new crack baby is born
Come inside...my genocide... suicide...
Who cries for their demons...they do

Aged anger with fermenting lies
Abuses......

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets D’ art.

Who built this wonderful place 
who would bleed, sweat n tears 
into a place, a time out of space...

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Anticipating
a peace march,
it's easy to get cynical.
How to prepare,
what to wear,
a uniform to confront
the uniform.
We mobilize
and mobilize
in responce to
mobilization.
Yin and Yang.
We and Them.
Spy vs. Spy.
Frick and Frack,
the march goes on,
a suicidal drumbeat,
sheep to slaughter,
life and death, death and life,
to step out of line
is to aid...

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Where houses sing and dance 

Come to my city and see
Houses sing and dance in festivals
Buildings dance Ndobolo*, twisty 
Bumping in style and singing reggae
Clapping hands in joyful rhythm
And whistling with the winds
All day and all night
In every hill and valley

Come to my city and...

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Who out there is scared by a haunted house

There are some whom are sacred of a little mouse,

Your imagination can run wild and make you frightened

The haunted castle or house looks normal until at night and there is lightening,

Those sounds and lights make your mind...

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In valleys, small towns, and cities alike
lit up with conviction and amplified sound
triumphant trumpets playing in unison
greetings of all to well wishers abound

Painted houses strung and silver spoon fed
no preoccupation with worry or trepidation
seeking pretty pockets filled with gold
outshining the moon and many a nation

Down...

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In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze. Somewhere you could hear the pounding of hammer and nails...

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We lived in many houses
throughout my childhood
'though some were worse than others
none of them were good

Some had moldy odors
that (at best) were most unpleasing
others had thick coats of dust
that left me coughing, wheezing 

One's floor had fallen out
another's ceiling had caved in
you can just imagine
the...

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What is the point? Asked Mrs. Snooty.
The point is I could not make up my mind when we
were building, so I said put all three in.

We are not talking light switches.
We are talking light fixtures, and they are
gorgeous. I love them.

Not in the middle like...

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He never once mentioned the pressure of his blood
or his Mam
I found dead on the floor

his Dad’s cancer
or his younger brother
not once, during the best years of my life

he fixed cars
with a pipe slowly smoking

a magician with gauges and valves

he drank small amounts of beer
most...

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