Dedication Home Poems

Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

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We find ourselves with you in time, 
Thoughts of you are roaming our minds
Angels playing music at the Gate
Heaven will be Home; let's call it...

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I shan't try and be witty an engage in the norm 
peeking through such pain my eyes see dim 
as crushing temporal lesion push against...

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I am a Victor not a victim
I am not defenceless
I am a champion not a cheerleader
Heaven is my domain, is my realm

I am on the...

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In the  Sun gold land of grass
Lambs and sheep therest they graze
Lucy wandered first in lanes
Then she in the meadow gazed

Wherest children ran and...

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It knows its own voice
When light shines 
through its leaves; made
For bird prodigies.  

Sun is hung up to stay
In green notes high and low.
Through...

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The Sound of Home

The rugged moor top
grew shapeless hiding
within the grey shroud,
invisible steps
to endure in lieu.

The dense stratus
manipulates
the morning sun
losing the day.

Distant call,
tower clock
chimes the...

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The dark skies hover,
As I feel the evil forces surrounding me.
I look up at the house,
That stands before,
Knowing they wait.
They wait for me.
The dark shadows...

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EMPTY NEST

        Home ! My own sweet home, once I possessed 
      ...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his...

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LIVING SACRIFICE
If we would be a sacrifice
To serve our heavenly King
We must be a living one
And give our all to Him
We cannot leave a single...

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I've never had a one-night stand,
with me it always was the family plan;
I thought I found Mr. Right 
seems I only saw him with...

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THERE IS A LAND

There is a land, always near to me, 
I know so well,
A place, where the cycle of seasons 
Never fails to mark
Each...

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A body built on nerves and signals.

So many little paper airplanes,

they fly from head to toe.

Expect when they get stuck in my hands and rattle.

Uncontrollable....

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Mixed Messages

One last ticket. 
One last seat on the train. 
Running fast, 
to make it, before there is 
no chance to escape, 
the fate of...

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