Homing Poems - Poems about Homing

Sorry to leave, but Glad to be back Travel gene's something My DNA lacks...

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As a child I liked how its life fitted so well within my clasped hands, the feel of its smooth head, the silky one way fall of feathers down to a turquoise collar, its tight form loaded like a coiled spring beneath all that softness, gathered ready to launch and lift with wings, letting it go and most of all, its coming back....

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Which is it, a pigeon or dove? We hate one; the other, we love. Your clean car, that blob? 'Twas likely a squab, opined likewise of you, thereof. ---------- H/T to Gershon Wolf's Justice for All...

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trimmed all my long hair the hair i always dreamed about and wasn't there somethings are never measured by the means of the brain shoulders at ease while you're becoming insanely sane everything in discipline like a track less train round and round till you get to dizzy for direction have to visit some imaginary ground for site inspection the calling the...

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Homing in on Stuben Roo.. Stuben Roo, the man who knew, That spinned the tales of Abennew, The place that dawned before the night, The place that spawned the Abbenite, Colors, sounds and happenstance, Led Stuben Roo, this place by chance, Will he belong forevermore? Take out the key and lock the door? Or break the chains that held him there, By crimson stains, and...

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Like each drop of your humbleness engulfing my urbanite woes; the graffiti emerges in tender grace to resurrect a windmill. My spirit, the abode of small birds carrying the sunset on its back was returning home for the final- sleep in the lap of twilight. When autumn comes and crippled, brown leaves start falling, I will set the birds free in the winds to find...

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The day not spent in logic, soar esteem gives bending of the way by fools that preen for entity, while wholeness in thee mean, no fullness rectifies its closest ream. And virtue seeking less, does search its gleen from yesterday, the taunt's continuing scene does loosen not but goads to its extreme, as faith confirms insight to might have been! 'Tis then I...

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