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As an Englishman's home is his castle, I abide in my own abode part and parcel, but as I'm always being told, by the trouble and strife (Cockney for 'wife'), how to behave in my own house, whenever the rules I waive, I must ask, I have to say, "Why am I not Lord of all that which I survey?" ...

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M-ansion H-ouse I-s N-ice A-bode, J-ust O-ffering Y-ou F-ine L-iving O-n R-oyal E-state S-ubdivision ©bfa060725 Monocrostic (Birthday of Mhina Joy Flores)...

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The feeling of letting go... Letting go of what became the new norm Letting go of my recent familiarities Letting go of work which I live for at the moment Letting go of control of what I seem to feel I have under control Letting go of that comforting feeling of friends being in the surrounds... Then I come to the...

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Walk Home In urban life, something is lost Civilization is a plasticized life Fashionable term of blindness Oh, this is a wrong assessment! We live in a contemporary world! See lies as truth, and don’t think! This is the key to modern life! Drugged and deceived masses By economic psychology, reined! They enjoy this life I am not domesticated I am not urbanized Live in nature Without mass And walk...

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Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuca farm, my father's dying crops, dance taking their final waltz with the tumble- weeds in direction where my ancestors sleep while their bones continue...

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The white shades pulled to half mast, like sleepy eyes… Peeking Rain from the gutters rushing fast, Seems to be… Weeping Doors locked, none shall pass, All your secrets… Keeping A revelation at last, buried bones that were… Sleeping A light flickers on, a gasp, Starts your heart… Beating The souls you've amassed, ghosts through rooms… Creeping ...

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Loves, kick out all the bad in your brain, don’t let other take up space in your brain. Tell them you have no place, for their games. They pretend to care, but only want to cause you fear. They play mind games, to try to control you, and make you have fear. Life is like...

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HOME night is full of dreams imagination runs free my heart finds its home ...

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Christmas in July in Israel is nigh My list of wishes in the Gaza Strip is For every hostage priceless, Too many now lifeless Grieve for Israel’s fallen married ...

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For Brian Strand's 1391 Poetry Contest 20 June 2025 heat _______________________ | ...

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To the Cat Who Ran Away You left so quietly one day, We didn’t hear your little feet. You slipped away and gone , While we were all busy with work. You were never meant to stay in, You loved to chase and roam. But now the house feels strange and sad, Without you here at home. We call your name, we check the...

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Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care...

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Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care...

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MORE THAN BRICK AND MORTAR inside the closet faded photographs a lifetime etched on smiling faces the echo of lives lived here the weight of belonging ...

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There is no need for me to chase, just prepare a place and keep still. In time it will come, quietly, unannounced, at first with caution born out of hurt. Circling me it will gradually wind in the distance of its fear and pause quite near, then draw closer, and closer, until it presses its trembling warmth against me and nestles under my arm. Slowly I will...

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