New Home Poems

Iran has several activated terror steam cells in the USA and they could be planning
active acts of bio-terrorism in our country around this years' 4th...

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dew colors the dawn in halos,
revealing the angel’s song
who plays on and on and on –
reverberating across the horizon,
stilling the murmurs of morn’
singing to the...

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As I stand on the rocky shore of the bay
I look over to the distant bank
Not to look back in want
But to look back in...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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High above the ocean
Below being a sandy white beach
Easy to watch
One can sit all day and observe
The beach goers, Swimmers and Surfers
The ocean view stretchers...

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## I
Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps,  
each stone beneath my feet weighs heavy with goodbye.  
My shadow walks backward through forgotten maps,...

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Sping is where it all begins
Before the universe came on the scene
Then shortly the summer appears
And drive out all the fear
 The mornings were fresh...

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Beautiful day, rainy, cloudy, cold, and a bit windy
Just walking between the graves, my witnesses
Alone, of course. To be. Best. One way. Element

Loved this place....

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I saw a groundhog waddle out
From underneath the shed.
I guess that is the place he’s chosen
Where to lay his head.

I’m not too thrilled that he...

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The roads are jammed; the traffic crawls
And rain clouds fill the sky.
The cars are crammed and, on the walls,
Graffiti passes by.

The cabbie shrugs, “That’s how...

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I lost so many days,
Trudging through that battle field,
Struggling under the weight of armour,
Tired of putting up my shield.

Precious time lost stuck in turmoil,
Always at...

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Little Larry came in using a wet puppy as an umbrella
He’s starving, he loves me, he is such a good fella
Where did you find him?...

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