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Categories:
home in, 11th grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Burlesque
A lean coyote chases a hare through
heat of desert winds. His swift doe
darts past my boots. They've managed
to escape, this time. He'll lead the chase
away another day.
I pause to watch the side-winder as he
considers a kangaroo rat, before moving
on between two century plants to a
rock ledge nearby. The tidy yellow rat
continues eating seeds, gleaning moisture,
never needing to sip drink in this dry
yet vibrant land.
The cactus wren with spotted breast
sits atop a prickly pear. The gilded
flickers' rosy cheeks and banded wings
are a colorful reminder of the beauty
I find out here. Their sturdy tails prop
them upright against a great saguaro,
carving out a hole for nest.
I crunch the tangy bulb of a white
desert lily whose green tendrils curl
on the ground. And here, as evening
cools walking back to my new home,
a silver moon illuminates my path. I
glory in this wondrous desert scene.
Categories:
home in, animal,
Form: Free verse
when poems did disable
even though they were stable
closed each and would table
when we would call Paul
he slipped while in shower stall
poorly landed on ping pong ball
when we did gamble
would rock, roll and ramble
found home in a shamble
Categories:
home in, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Back then,
backyards were big enough
to nurture a growing soul
and provide a space
for the earth to play out
its seasons in full rehearsal.
There were wide tracks
of grass, trees to climb,
old sheds to rummage
with their interiors full of tools
and bric-a-brac
webbed in history.
There was food - ripe tomatoes
and corn from a vegetable patch,
grapes swelling
under a cool canopy of vines,
soft skins bursting
their dark sweetness
inside expectant mouths,
almonds, apricots and the luscious
dribble of a warm peach
down sticky cheeks.
Some had roaming chickens
with their bounty of eggs.
Backyards were blotting paper
for a child's hurt, a hiding place
to get away, a theater
for projecting the phantasies
of a sheriff or a princess
high in a golden tower.
And in summer, a sprinkler
casting a gauntlet of cold spray
for tiny feet to challenge.
Then it all ends
when backyards become
too small and more exotic places
call a restless soul to leave
its Eden and break the spell
of its beginning.
Categories:
home in, childhood, growth, home, in
Form: Free verse
HOME, A TIME OF RELAXATION
CELEBRATION, MEDITATION
ENJOYING THAT MOMENT
ALL THE SEASONS AHEAD
COMFORT AND PEACE
AT THAT MOMENT.
JOY AND LOVE
COOKING GREAT MEALS
FAMILY AND FUN
WITH ALL LOVED ONES.
Categories:
home in, appreciation, beautiful, environment, family,
Form: Free verse
When the rain’s coming down
And the sky’s looking gray,
Then inside of my home
Is where I want to stay.
There are chores I can do
Or museums to see,
But all snug in my space
Is contentment to me.
Though I did take my walk
And I’m dressed to go out,
Just relaxing indoors
Is what I’m all about.
Since the weatherman says
That tomorrow will clear,
For today I’ll indulge
By remaining right here.
Categories:
home in, home, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Memories of swaying palms held dear
Nothing compares to these Fall trees
We wait with joy for colors to appear
Autumn has found a home in me.
Nothing compares to these Fall trees
Summer’s gone - now we’ve circled round
Autumn has found a home in me
Her golden beauty holds me spellbound
Summer’s gone - now we’ve circled round
From tropical delight to temperate skyline
Her golden beauty holds me spellbound
Floating in midair like liquid sunshine
From tropical delight to temperate skyline
We wait with joy for colors to appear
Floating in midair like liquid sunshine
Memories of swaying palms held dear
Autumn Pantoum Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
home in, autumn, beauty, change, memory,
Form: Pantoum
HOME IN THE SKY
God gave me a home where I’ll never more roam,
And I’ll walk upon streets made of gold.
Where I ever will hear music sweet to my ear,
And I’ll never get sick or grow old.
Home, home in the sky
I will live with the Lord by and by.
Where my friends I shall see, all of God’s family,
And I’ll never grow weary or die.
How homesick am I for that home in the sky,
And I long to see Jesus some day.
And when that day shall dawn and my troubles are gone,
In that bright land of heaven I’ll stay.
These words written to “Home On The Range.”
Categories:
home in, heaven,
Form: Lyric
Our home has a poetical basis
in the cornerstone...
The solidity
of our lives, comes
from the homemade foundation...
The successful realization,
the faith of refinement,
is the ceiling that covers us
and guard against inevitability...
The adventurous dreams,
comes from opened windows,
and the reality of language,
comes from doors
that unlock and close...
Our home is an architecture
well planned in the celestials
laboratories... !
Categories:
home in, allusion, analogy, appreciation, home,
Form: Light Verse
Let us walk in the right road
To reach the blissful abode.
Categories:
home in, heaven,
Form: Epigram
The air, warm, unmoved, clings to our bodies
Like an old, familiar blanket.
From the west, the light,
A warm amber brew, pours down
And is strained through the leaves of the nearby gums
It fills the veranda and spills through the shuttered windows
In a gentle rippling stream,
To settle thickly on the timber floor.
A lone cicada breaks the stillness
In the drawing room
We sit and chat,
She and I and tea
Passing pleasantries with the milk and sugar.
She rests, motionless, amongst the ornaments
Reflecting the soft glow of late afternoon
An image of her mother’s mother, sepia gold,
Smiling from the sideboard
Fifty years, trapped by the glass
Fifty years cornered by a silver square.
Alive once more, she sits before me
Talking of Mossvale and Mulberries.
Beyond the window, the air,
Dusty with the incense of dry bark,
Hangs lifeless from the branches of the gums,
Where a solitary cicada sings to the setting sun.
Categories:
home in, character,
Form: Free verse
The soft heartbeats of rain under
our silvered umbrella home.
Whispers of gentle wind colors under
our love filled dome.
Ever in my memory this Monet
moment doth live.
Two enchanted entities who were
about to surpass love's boundaries to give.
That gardeniaed, honeyed, rainbowed,
remembrance.
Has made the ocean of my life crest in
aquamarine,charmed, forever, tenderness.
10-25-2020
Poem # 5
Categories:
home in, appreciation, beautiful, imagery, love,
Form: Couplet
There is a hand-hewn log cabin,
Nestled in the rocks of a Colorado peak.
I so long to go and spend some time,
In his home in the pines at peace.
My lover is a strong mountain man,
Who chooses to be alone, although
He has never given up on me,
Calling me to come from my home.
His suffering in his soul broke him down,
And he chose to drop out of his world,
He saved me one piece of his heart,
Said “You’ll always be my only girl.”
I thought I could go on without him;
That I required a city life,
But time and my heart has told me,
I just long to be his wife.
Categories:
home in, longing, romantic love,
Form: Rhyme
the Sheppard said to his flock, you are my sheep
you have blessings from above to which you shall keep
he will watch over us and I will watch over you
life will be unshaken all your years through.
graze as you will in trust of unity and security
I’ve been at your side from birth to maturity
God has his trust in my being your keeper
no evil lurks nearby and there is no reaper
must you want to leave and be on your own
take all you need from what I have sown
life can lonely each season you draw in
here is home should you return again.
Categories:
home in, home,
Form: Rhyme
carry me home in a pot of severed circles
i must become a square to become more well rounded
i am but a recluse giving french kisses to the public eye
visine is the stop sign caution of the day
at night i have the flashlight sniffles as a direct pathway to clarity
my body feels soapy but there is no streaky scene i'm squeaky clean
i invite myself to ceremonies where all themes are monolithic
i take several falls until i stand with all bones broken
nothing makes sense anymore so i stop sensing
nothing has a groove anymore so i imitate max headroom
nothing pulls me in anymore so i push myself to outer limits
when nothing is left i will be one with the deer and such
jigsaw puzzles become shards of glass of wilted, fragmented souls
this is what we call life now but there will always be disagreements
Categories:
home in, how i feel, world,
Form: Free verse
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